My “I quit my job, yay” holiday had to come to an end. Its time to get a grip and start working again – as proven by the cheap beer and popcorn I’ve been eating for dinner (the popcorn is free with the beer). Aside from scuba diving, the only other must-do thing on my time-off list was a visit to Angthong National Marine Park. I was low on cash and fighting with myself about spending the money to go. I finally sucked it up and booked a tour. It was an all-day trip on a small ferry-ish size boat. The group was pretty small for the size of the boat and we were a decent mix of travelers. A family, a couple couples on their honeymoons, more couples, a young German girl, and an American teacher that uses his summer vacation to travel. When you go on these tours you tend to learn a decent amount of information about the other people there – some from actually talking to them, the rest from being forced to eavesdrop in close quarters. The American guy was the first to approach me on account of our mutual American-ness. He was actually quite handsome and nice enough but he seemed like a serious travelangelist that I just didn’t have the energy for. The German girl was also eager to bond over our single female traveler connection, but I didn’t feel the same. She commented that I was the first single American girl she had met and I agreed that there aren’t many Americans in general over this way. She told me she didn’t like Thailand because they don’t speak enough English (what country do you think this is, sister???) and her mouth dropped when I told her I’d been here since March. I think she picked up on my no same-same vibe and that was the end of our “connection.”

I wanted to go to the park for one reason and one reason only – the view from the top of hike up 500 meters on Koh Wua Talap. Of course it would be the last stop, so I found myself slightly underwhelmed for most of the day until I finally made it to the viewpoint. I only got up to 350 meters but I didn’t mind. We only had an hour to get up and down an this was not a hike for the faint of heart. I’d already been climbing for 25 minutes and I knew it would probably take twice as long to get down as it did to get up. I was also alone, and not interested in breaking an ankle or a leg at the end of my vacation. The view was everything I expected it to be and more. The only disappointing thing was the pictures – they are not even close to what it looks like in real life. 


The feeling of being up there lasted me the rest of the day. It was a feeling that doesn’t come around often. A feeling that is so special that all you want is to feel it forever. One that you wish you could bottle up and save for times when you need it. One that you almost don’t believe you did something to deserve. At a point in time where I don’t really know what I’m doing and don’t know what is coming next for me, it was more than I could have ever asked for. Any feelings of uncertainty or doubt or confusion was taken over by an immense feeling of happiness and awe and satisfaction. Everything that I had been going through was worth it to get me to that point, and everything just seemed right. On the boat ride home, I was trying to figure out how I even got here. I still don’t know how I did it, but I’m pretty sure that getting here, by myself, with this feeling, means that I can get absolutely anywhere. 

So as far as the money I paid to go, it was money well spent. There is no price on being so happy today that you can’t even worry about whats going to happen tomorrow.