After making us breakfast, the woman at the front desk, escorted us on a tour around the main island. Speaking little English, her generous laughter and pointing finger got the job done. At the Gibbon reserve, we discovered rehabilitated souls waiting to go back into the jungle. The rain is hot and sticky, making it uncomfortable to be outside. But the call of the trail summoned us with great power. No rain was going to stop us, even if it boiled. There was a waterfall whispering to us that we had never met. Light filled our eyes as we trekked over the mud and under branches, until we found what we were looking for.
Later the evening we appeared in a general honeymoon ad, as we walked barefoot along the shore at sunset. Carrying our shoes, in the hands that weren’t holding each other, we finally had enough space to feel totally comfortable. The bustling town of Patong, was overcame by a still quietness, broken only by small waves crashing on the beach. This mornings rain clouds made long shadows across the evening sky, and the sea become one with the heavens.