The Memories of Travel: Thailand

Reluctance to travel, or is peace too chaotic to deal with? Red-eye flights and sleepless nights. Home away from home? Glorious sea and sunkissed skin. Secluded beaches. Afternoons spent staring at hermit crabs. (And helping the baby crabs find their shells.) Street food all day, every day. Roasted coconut and jaggery in palm leaves. Stinky seaweed. Myriad helpings of mango sticky rice. Breakfast shack by the naval base. picturesque drives and broken sunglasses. Snorkeling and silent disagreements with co-travellers. Sand. Sand everywhere. Cosmetics galore. Monkey Island-esque coves. The quiet of staring at an ocean endlessly. Bathbombs and decadence. Strong chocolate brownies by the flea market. cartoonist on commission. Legendary massages and gigantic arguments. Noodle straps and sunburns. Komodo Dragons. Temples. Spicy sauces by the sea. Calm, forgotten memorials. Ever knowing Buddha, watching us as we gallivant. Birthday wishes and midnight speeches. Life as you paused it. Fresh breeze and parks. Ferris wheels and the moonlight-speckled pier. Losing cool at customs. Retail therapy for the worn-out soul. Unwinding, one knot, one anxiety at a time. White sand beaches and near-drowning experiences. Becoming Moana. Letting the ocean take you in and heal you. Bubble teas and Durians. Salty clothes and seashells. Rinse and repeat. The break you never knew you needed.