Wednesday, June 23, 2010

In Which Nature and I Meet Again

I have just found out that our accommodations at the beach wat are tents.


As in camping.

I know so many of you who would absolutely leap at the chance to sleep in a tent on a beach. And I'll give it a chance and I know that I'll talk about it in the future, playing up the idealism of the phrase "I camped for three nights on a private beach in Thailand."

But I also know it'll be like the phrase "I slept under the stars on the deck of a ferry boat across the Mediterranean Sea" - it sounds a heck of a lot better than the actual experience.


  1. What an adventure! As I am sleeping in my tent on the beach (which in all strangeness I will actually be doing tonight with the kids) I will think of you. On the bright side...a tent should allow for good ventilation and simultaneous bug protection.

  2. As far as I'm concerned, most of life works this way: if you have a flare for language and a poet's heart, you can make anything sound enviable and romantic later on, when you're back to your own bed and surrounded by creature comforts. But now I'm off to perform Moliere on a replica of the Rose Theatre. (see what I did there?)

  3. I'm pretty sure the sand on the beach will be softer than our bench on the ferry was...