It is possible discover paradise, even amidst swarms of Russian
rednecks, Israeli stoners, and International beach bunnies and trancers. Especially after one hour of yoga at sunrise
amidst the palms, a lovely breakfast with working (!) internet, 3 hour
pranayama class, and another 1.5 hours of yoga and a gorgeous silent (!) sunset
on top of a cliff amidst the palms.
In the evening, a candle lit keyboard, earplugs to drown out the conversations all around, and just the deep sound of the ways, faint restaurant music and distant flickering lights of the main city. Taking what I need, and leaving the rest.
In the evening, a candle lit keyboard, earplugs to drown out the conversations all around, and just the deep sound of the ways, faint restaurant music and distant flickering lights of the main city. Taking what I need, and leaving the rest.
Arambol, as our time together is coming to an end, I am
starting to discover your secrets and appreciate your beauty, letting the
drunken dirty mess of vacationers fade to the background. You are becoming a safe yet ambitious
international seaside village. Turns out that while in one direction your sands
stretch endlessly as far as the eye can see, in the other direction your cliffs
open up to another, quieter beach, a forest, and a sweet-water lake that I have
yet to discover. While your salty sea is
heavy with waves during the day, the sea of candles at night flickers lightly
in the night breeze. Your tasty “continental”
cuisine side rivals that of many international cities, with options for every
taste bud, if one can dig patiently.
Even Indian food is hiding off the road, behind a coconut stand, or a
palm tree. Seek and ye shall find, just know what you’re
looking for.
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