I sent Greg off into the jungle alone today, and I'm staying in town to rest and to let my feet recover from too much walking in flip flops. Tomorrow, we will fly to Koh Samui and then will take a boat out onto the azure waters of the Gulf of Thailand, docking at Koh Phen Ngan. I will stay for four days. Greg may stay longer. We're aiming to rest our heads at Sanctuary, where my friends Ethan and Shannon recently spent some time.
I've been away for not even a week at this point, and already I can feel the stress melting away. Feeling as though a New England August day might offer some relief from the oppressive midday heat, I take refuge in the gardens of wats, in the shade of palm trees, and in the magic of Just Kids, a memoir by Patti Smith which focuses on her lifetime affair and friendship with the photographer Robert Mapplethorp. I am enamored.
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