Now the continuation of the story. . .
It had not been over 50 hours since I had last laid down. I arrived in Rayong, Thailand at 12:30am. At the Rayong “drop off” (bus station would be too generous of a description), there were several men looming in hopes of offering new arrivals various services. I found a guy with a truck, pointed to the name of my final destination on the piece of paper I had, and we were off.
I was sitting in the passenger seat of a pick-up truck, tearing down dusty back roads in a place I had never been, with a guy I had never previously met. He spoke a language of which I could only say “hello” in. I was exhausted to the point of hallucinations (seriously). The road was desolate. The surrounding was pitch black. To say I was a bit unsettled is an understatement.
At 1:00AM, we arrived at an ocean peer in the middle of nowhere. This place defined the phrase, “middle of nowhere”. No evidence of human life. Just a few dilapidated boats tied down to a rusty docks. The driver looked around in search of a boat owner. He found and woke up a large, shirtless, Thai gentleman. I pointed to my trusty piece of paper of where I needed to go. We agreed upon a price, jumped aboard his junket boat, and set sail on the Gulf of Thailand.
At 2:00AM on Thursday, I finally arrived at Samet Island, Thailand, my desired destination. My travels were finally over, or so I thought. . .
Samet Island, the place where we were to hold our week of meetings, looks tiny on a map. Sitting in front of my computer in Atlanta, Georgia, I thought “no problem”. However, at 2:00am in the middle of a week, it seemed like an ocean of darkness, a vortex of lostness. As I stepped courageously into the vast darkness [Read more…]