Read about my other trips to Bangkok: Bangkok – The Urban Jungle / Bangkok ReloadedLife by the Edge in Bangkok


February 2nd 2016, Bangkok, Thailand 

Around noon, at the 11th floor of the hotel I know so well by know. I am again in Bangkok, one of my top 3 destinations in the world, for 3 days. Indeed, tomorrow I go and return from Hanoi, Vietnam, but when was work a problem. I look at the skyline out the window and I remember first time I was here. First month of flying. I think I will never forget it.


So, I’ve planned already. First day shopping and partying. Second day, another fancy rooftop bar – I want to drink cocktails in all. Third day more sightseeing. With this trip I will have completed all the main attractions of the city. Fair enough, the real adventure begins after.

I’m not a fan of malls and I rarely visit any, but Platinum in Bangkok is just a wonder of shopping. You can find anything here, things you can and cannot imagine, it has tens of sections, many floor and entrances, selling mainly anything. Started off at the top floor food court with some sushi and tom yum soup. I love this soup and this year I think I had more than 10. Spicy for me, please!


In two hours I managed to buy around 10 dresses, two skirts, two pants, some blouses and other small things. Shopping is just not for me. But twice a year I stack my wardrobe with things and it is actually smart, because you buy ahead and you’re not forced to buy things you don’t like when you really need it.

In Bangkok even shopping is s spectacle because you arrive in a colorful taxi through the crazy traffic, then you have a mango or pineapple fresh smoothie or juice, then you follow the amazing lady boys shop next to women in abayas, you admire the wigs, the make-up, the very high heel shoes. You can print anything on anything and personalize any item. On the street, right there, in front of the mall. You can bargain and get a very good price for anything and if you buy more, you get them for almost nothing.

Time for Khao San Road again. Man, I’m scared for my brand new phone. Last time this street put a game over to my other brand new one. Area is crazy as usual, although it’s a Tuesday, I guess. Not sure and do not care. Bars, pubs, ping pong shows, massage in the street, vodka-tequila shots.

I need 3 minutes on the watch to buy a two piece swimming suit and a small wallet. I am going soon to Maldives and I have no two piece as my bag disappeared in Seychelles. In January. Yes, I know, sad life!

Close, but wrong, weak frequencies.

The good fucking life. Like this 60 year old in good shape coming to the club in Khao San in his pajamas pants and without any top. With a tattoo as big as his back to show his glory years.

There’s a Romanian song saying “I shall write when the moment comes/My will with red wine” And you know what? That’s how I want it. In Buenos Aires or in Bangkok.

In this dirty toilet of Bangkok, I realized all you need to do is to stay away from drugs and use condoms and the fucked up life works perfectly. You can do whatever. I think of the Mexican guy having tattooed on his arm: “I’m the master of my fate/I’m the captain of my soul”. I did not know it back then and I recently found out, but it is from a poem called “Invictus” by William Ernest Henley.

Out of the night that covers me, 
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Bangkok, 11 PM, again, everyone sleeping in the taxi back to the hotel and I don’t know what their names are or where they are from. Listening to Second Hand Heart. I think of him and what a coward he is. For not facing this love.

“The light of the morning finds you sleeping in my bed
And it’s not like the stories, it’s never like what they said
I know who you want me to be, but I’m just not there yet
Yeah, the broken road’s always been home and it’s so hard to forget
I might think too much, drink too much, stay out too late

I know I’m just a fool, but I swear I can change”

For a moment I remember when we were cruising fast with the music shouting out the windows in the hot air and then…break. And he did what he did, but the first thing was to put his protective arm in front of my chest. By chance or not, my reflexes are flawless, but even when you’re strong it’s good to know someone has your back. Or, oh well…your pretty face.

Bangkok is inspiring to me in the craziness of the streets, in the fluorescent lights tuk tuk driving faster than our taxi – 80 km/hour, in the cheap things, in the fake alcohol, ping pong and fu****g shows, in the 20 floors parking lots, the lights of the night and the height of the rooftop bars and gardens and the view of some penthouses I know…

Makes me feel alive, makes me want more.


February 3rd 2016, Bangkok, Thailand returning from Hanoi, Vietnam

The red sunset over Bangkok city lights seen from my window seat. Again in Suvarnabhumi Airport, Bangkok, Thailand.

Of course I’m in floor 11. Back from Hanoi and ready for the crazy Bangkok nights. Three kids and two parents and 7 bags on one motorcycle.


Good we’re on the way to Lebua at State Tower, the place where Hangover 2 movie was filmed. I have not seen the movie and I guess I will not see it soon. Or ever. But I love rooftop bars and this seems to be one of the most famous. It is at 60 something-th floor and they have a Perrier Jouet glasses tree. Once outside, there is a Perrier bar, an observation deck and then you can go down the stairs to the restaurant called Sirocco and the bar which seems to be hanging on top of the city lights. Live band, lots of pretty faces and beautiful people, a good, chilled atmosphere, cocktails.

It’s a good place to start out the night fancy and continue to some other rooftops or even to some clubs, like we did. Not before I had another tom yum soup and a huge seafood platter with fresh lychee juice.

Crew life is awesome and although I stick to them, I like my secret, alone, thoughtful traveling pattern. I’m just like that and I guess I’m too old for clubbing although in a pretty cool club.



February 4th 2016, Bangkok, Thailand

Off in the streets of Bangkok again to finally make it to the Grand Palace. It closes down at 3:30 PM and although I have been 3 more times in the city, I did not make it.


At the hotel the concierge greets me and I say I want to go to the temples. He looks at me from up to bottom and he gives thumbs up. I’m wearing long green dress and blue think blazer long as a short dress. I chose the colors on purpose to fit with the temples scenery and did not go for any patterns as the landmarks I’m visiting today have rich embellishments and style.


Street food, temples, colorful taxis, helpful people, amazing shopping and impressive design. Some kitsch, lady boys, poverty, flashing wealth. Tom yum spicy soup, sea food, pad tai, fancy rooftops and dirty mobile food stands. Living huts in the waters under the highways with clothes drying in the sun. Crazy traffic, skyscrapers, racing nightlife, strange taste sometimes.


Every minute I try to open my mind, to run from the clichés, the blockages, the preconceived ideas.


We pass by the 1st Army Area and the UN, ministries and huts.

IMG_5239I see the first book store in Thailand as we approach the Palace after 50 minutes in the traffic. The Contemporary Art center is close to the Independence Monument. Again in the place where, a few months ago, I got stuck with no money. Office of the Attorney General, The Ministry of Defense, Bangkok City Pillar Shrine. I remember the attack in the shrine in Bangkok and the one in the Starbucks where I had been a week before the attack in Jakarta.


In a chic restaurant across the Grand Palace where there is an exhibition of paintings representing the King.

After the tequila (bottle) last night I’m hungry. I order pad thai and mango smoothie. Obsessed with mango – smoothie, with sticky rice, however. But not from a box. I am alone at a table and the waiter keeps telling the people trying to get in it is full, but I invite two ladies to my table.


It’s so crowded by the Palace and most of the women carry canvas umbrellas.

IMG_0889The Palace is absolutely worth half a day. The decorations are breathtaking and the place is huge, each corner is wonderful, the peace gets to your heart.

He is drinking from his milk bottle while the tuk tuk is moving fast in the traffic. He’s around 4 and he’s standing between the legs of a man driving the tuk tuk. So his balance will be excellent when he grows up because he will have had plenty of practice. I’m thinking “don’t underestimate” anyone, especially the ones coming from less fortunate backgrounds.


I keep looking at my schedule for the month and I cannot believe it. This is an anniversary month, one year since I’m here and probably the most exciting flying month from the destinations’ point of view.

Not more exciting than May 2015, my very first month of flying when I was barely keeping up with the wow of everyday. Indeed, this fast and glamorous life has become somehow routine. Yes and no. Crew would say it’s not all glamorous and it’s true. But for sore it’s much more glamorous than any office job if you look at the places we go, the hotels we stay in, the benefits we have. I truly believe we are chosen ones. By fate, by destiny. With different purposes. And I’ll say it over and over again we are all in different stages of our evolution.


Again thinking of fate, of the threads of destiny. How they braid and then become lose, they break, they knot. And I’m thinking of some aspects of my life, some things I know I’m doing wrong, some I’m running away from, some I should be working on and I don’t, some people I know I’m connected to.


I write in the pink taxi I’m in and I’m caught  in the thrill of the last hours in lively Bangkok. These three days here started to put some order in my current life and lifestyle. I’m building a normality in this racing way of moving and suitcase wardrobe life. I’m well sentimentally or at least at peace. Yes, I gave up on this, on him, on all.


Walking for a few more minutes. I buy a Red Bull in a glass small potion looking bottle. Actually one owner of Red Bull is Thai and it is said the original one is sold here.

I arrived back at the hotel in less than 25 minutes at 3 PM. Army song – really don’t know who to dedicate it to, but I feel like it. Arrived home dead tired. My trolley broke, I fell asleep on the bus home, I took by mistake someone else’s suitcase. Went to bed at 2 AM, woke up 30 minutes before pick up and still, I look acceptable. Praise the make-up although I haven’t done it properly.

To wrap it up, this 4 trip to Bangkok meant a real familiarization with the city. It’s good to have a place you love and you get to know so well. I guess I’m not a tourist anymore.



January 19th 2016, waking up at 5:55 PM, getting ready for a short holiday in Phuket.

Having no two piece swimsuit, as I lost my only one in Seychelles. Living the fast life. The amazing, messy life.

Living the life I always wanted, but never knew existed. Not sleeping all night, sleeping all day. Traveling from Bangkok to New York to Kigali to Copenhagen to Singapore in the same month.


The messy life my nomadic soul needs. All gaining purpose. Against all odds. Seeing cultures and people and faves that get stuck in my brain. I’ve changed so much that I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m in my second childhood, learning and discovering the world, recreating myself from bits and pieces.

I am the change I want to see in the world.

If life will ever want to teach me something, it will lock me back in one office. I know this is not the real life, but I like it and it still goes.

I might be so lost, but I find my way every day. It’s been like this for the past 13 years.


January 20th 2016, Mai Khao Beach, Phuket, Thailand

In May 2015, my first month of flying I visited Thailand – once called Siam – for the first time. Bangkok and Phuket. I wrote about my intense experience of the paradise in Phuket. Going to Phuket to gather some more stories and to take pictures with my new haircut.

Although I’m still living the wow, I’m not as crazy as the first months of flying when my heart could explode of excitement any second and I slept barely a few hours to stay late for party and wake up for sunrise. Seeing the sun go up is thrilling, especially from the national park private beach of our hotel. Mai Khao Beach in located in the North West of the island and is quiet and remote.

Phuket is Thailand’s largest island – 50km long and 20 km wide.

Thailand is the place I feel most comfortable with. From the crazy streets of Bangkok to the calm beaches of Phuket to the crazy nights in Patong.


We started the night with dinner by the beach. I never miss a tom yum soup and I ask as spicy as possible and they bring fire. Then, I never have chicken or other meat in Thailand when the ocean is right there and fish and seafood is fresh in the literal sense. You get to choose your fish and shrimp from the iced water buckets next to your table.


This is my kind of luxury, being barefoot by the ocean in a hut restaurant, choosing my fresh shrimp and putting it myself in the scale, taking my wine/beer from an ice bucket, buying dragon fruit, delicious mangoes, bananas and rambutan from the ladies who have been doing this their whole life, for the morning.



January 21th 2016, Patong, Phuket, Thailand     

We set up a taxi full of people and leave for Patong. Got drinks from the supermarket along the way, arrived right at the Bangla Walking Road, the straight side of the party.


Patong is a crazy tourist hub, pulsating with life, with tens of clubs and bars and strippers and poles with strippers and merchants and hundreds of people walking and drinking and trying the local attractions, such as Ping Pong Shows or what they call “Fucking shows”.

So, from pole dancers to street food, there are little things you cannot find here. We did some club hopping and walked by the beach. At some point, in the 5th or 6th bar we stopped in, I was wearing the heels of strippers. Get crazy while you’re young. And never change. At 1 AM I was writing that I still got my phone, such an achievement.


Old habits die hard. Ate from the sticks and returned back to the hotel at 6 AM in a big party tuk tuk. After almost 40 hours without sleep, I pass out.

And of course I missed the island trip planned after…2 hours from returning from Patong. Chilled by the pool and swam in the ocean.

IMG_0254Gathered my thoughts and swam more. Thai food. Sleep.


January 22nd, 4 AM, Phuket, Thailand

I slept with my window opened listening to the nature. Woke up and had coffee on my lovely terrace bed in the darkness of the hour before dawn.

My skin has gotten thicker. More resistant to sun and to life bumps. At the end of the day everything can be solved, always remember that.

Arrived home at noon slept until 8 pm. Housekeeping activities – vacuuming the sand from the suitcase brought from Phuket and the sand in the cupboard brought in some shoes from Seychelles.


I’m thinking of the man who knows he’s not strong enough to keep dating me and of the one who loves me after so many years. We are all here, in this adventure called life at different stages of our evolution and his is what makes it such a thrilling adventure.


It is 4 AM, I am packing for Phuket, Thailand and having wonderful alone moments. I find myself with a smile on my face. I feel so complete and content and fulfilled. While folding neatly my colorful clothes (I got rid of the black forever) I realize I haven’t bought any clothes since I moved. And it was not because of lack of budget, but I just did not feel the need. Surprising enough, I think my closet is enough for all the places I go to. And I go to a lot. I’m not trying to boast the size of my dressing because if you remember, I just relocated and I fit my life in two suitcases. Indeed, there was some organization skills involved, but my point is that when you have all the unseen things you need, the seen things, the tangible is enough.

It takes little to enjoy life and honestly, you don’t need that 100th pair of shoes and a bag in each color. If you do, than something is missing and it is not the shoes or bag. Sorry to be this frank!  

For the future, I want to collect moments, memories, feelings, teachings, life lessons, not things. Maybe some souvenirs.

It is 9 AM and I did not sleep all night and actually I can’t remember the last night I slep. Taylor Swift – Style is has been playing for a while. 

The window is wide opened and the 33 degrees air gets into the room. I inhale it deeply and play with my fingers in the long hair. I write a post about him and I stop my eyes on the view. It is a tower that every now and the has lights which change colors every few seconds blue, purple, red, pink, acqua blue, yellow and green.

And as I look hypnotized at these changing lights just a few meters from my window, I feel I’m blessed. Truly blessed. To have been given so much experiences to live, to have been given this dream I am living to travel the world and have the coziest house in the desert, to lead this glamorous lifestyle, to evolve…

In front of this, everything becomes small. Because only God knows, that nobody ever has stood in the way of me climbing a higher step, of me evolving, of me defining another detail of who I am, carving another side of my existence.

The Story from Paradise

I am back from Phuket, Thailand with a heavy suitcase, full of memories and packed with interior peace and relaxation.

As we were almost landing, I was admiring the view from the airplane – many small islands in the water. Now the rainy season starts, so it is a bit cloudy and dark. The water is not blue, but grey blue, reflecting the sky. There are small islands, smaller islands, tiny islands and sometimes it is just a bit of rock and one or two trees and the rest is water. The view is picturesque and it looks like a painting. Forest and water.

During the flight I met someone who was travelling around the world since…December 2013. He had, for sure, thousands of stories and told me he saw the Paradise about 5 times, especially in Bahamas. He told me about the genuine kindness of people in Thailand, where he das spent 8 months before returning with this flight in a brand new aircraft, which of course he did not know, but I knew…

[I remember of Lake Placid, New York, where I spend my 2009 summer…]

We are driving on the left side and I admire the very green landscape. The vegetation is luxuriant, there is green everywhere, palm trees, coconut trees, tall trees with small leaves, climbing plants all over, plants hanging from the electricity cables. Motorbikes/ scooters are everywhere.

On the sides there are forests with tall trees with thin trunks that color the now blue sky, but through the trees you cannot see anything because there are thousands of leaves and other vegetation, like in a rain forest. Then there are the small forests of perfectly aligned trees looking like a decoration from a freaky movie. On a motorbike two girls, one wearing shorts, are trying to hide from the rain.

It is humid that I feel I will vanish. I am sweating continuously and besides I am breathless because of the view. On the sides of the road there are palm trees with wide leaves.

It is obvious since my first minutes in Thailand that this country is about nature. It is nature itself.

In the forest I see a small fire every now and then. We are riding on a forest road looking and there are some forest machines arranging the trees next to the street.

All I can see is the sky, the palms and the narrow road, curvy and perfectly asphalted and drawn. THe sun is almost down and the view is a mixture of orange, violet, light blue and white. On a plain some boys are playing football. A man without his shirt is brooming his front yard with a blue broom.

From the opposite direction a brown dog looking like a small bear is approaching us in a the sidecar made from a iron coop of a motorbike. There are not many cars and all of them are Toyotas.

The houses are small and all look like sheds with one single floor and made of a sort of cartons. Inside you can spot a lot of things, in a very kitsch way, colorful plastic stuff, many, many things, some in order, other in a perfect disorder. This applies to the things outside the houses. Also, every house has some miniature temples which – as I got to know from a Thai girl – are used for protection purposes in Buddhism.


Some houses have a blue ciel fence which contrasts nicely with the same luxuriant vegetation. There are tall palm trees and small houses. In a garden there are small roosters. Here the trees are disguised in huge bushes, because the climbing plants invaded their trunks. Some bushes are so light green that almost looks like a blinding white. All I can see is th green and the line of the palmtrees cutting the sky.

Other houses have in the yard huge vegetation “roofs”, consolidated between palm trees. Real palm trees. Skinny, tall. Coconut trees. The green invaded my look and I am truly impressed of the beauty of the nature.

The truth is that my whole Phuket trip was abut nature, I felt like I lived in its very core, in harmony with the ocean, the ants, the frogs.

In a swamp nn the side of the road there are so many lilies that you cannot see the water and between them dried tree trunks are curving on top of the water. Some trees are growing from the water and the only brown thing you can see is their trunks. The rest is green.

Apparently the building overlooking this beautiful lilies kingdom is our hotel and my room is right on that side. There are hundreds of frons making their specific sound. It is almost dark and when I enter the room I see this surreal picture that looks like a photo.

I wrote to my mother at this point of time: “I have arrived in Paradise.”
I hurry up to catch the last views of the sunset on the swamp side, but it is so humid, that the lenses of the camera are sweaty and I can only use my iPhone. I cannot ignore the awesome idea in the hotel room: the wardrobe is on the side of the bed and behind the wardrobe is the bathroom and the doors of the wardrobe open both from the room side and bathroom side so you can see the scenery, the sunset and sunrise, the pam trees sunbathing during the day even when takig a shower, not only from the room. There are lizzards at every door of the hotel.

At first I thought they are a cute sticker for the guests, but apparently not. They move so fast and they live mostly upsidedown on the walls. THis one I spotted on the road to the restaurant where we had Thai dinner which was by the swamp. I said my Phuket experience was all about nature because it was so obvious in every step, in every sound of frogs or birds singing or lizzards waling with you or cute insects not bothering you, but being there, bugs and green flies all over.

I changed in my white Pakistani dress which I carried to Johannesburg and Moscow, but did not get a chance to wear. Even when I was asked to get married to … 🙂

Thai Dinner

Our restaurant looked very rudimentary, like a shed painted with bright colors, an improvised bar with colorful lights hanging from the cieling, wood tables and a few plastic tables in front with seafood in ice containers, protected by a blue and white umbrella. We were hesitant, but apparently this was our restaurant.

Mama Restaurant had not sophisticated, but welcoming staff. In the back of the restaurant was a fire and behind you could hear the ocean.

I am not very experienced with Asian food generally, so I asked some help. I was recomended the Tom Yum prawn soup, which I ordered spicy, very spicy. “Are you sure madam?” “Yes, spicy, kill me!”. I was sweating anyway “like a horse”, so what difference did a spicy hot soup make? It contained at least 10 ingrediends I don’t know, but it was tasty.

This is how our table looked like. The food experience was truly amazing for a novice like me. I tried everything and there was an explosion of tastes and weird/chic combinations of meat with pinapple, nuts, spices, dumplings, fruit with fried fish.

The surprise of the night, however, was the deep fried papaya salad, which I, of course, ordered spicy. There were nuts in the sweet lime and beans and tomatos on top. A party of flavors.



Indian Ocean By Night

Before having a glass of wine by the pool, we went by the ocean. The air was fresh, but heavy and I could feel the power of the waves, of the ocean, of the earth, of the nature. I gor close to where the waves were transforming into foam and I got scared. In front of the ocean you realize how small you are.

After these pictures and because apparently I am nowhere to be found and I appear suddenly, I was called the ghost.


Oriental Flower Turban

THese white flowers were in all my May destinations and I kept one from each trip to remind my of my inner state when I was there. As I see them, I put one in my hair and feel very oriental.
 Even though I took amazing photos that seem surreal, as you will see below, my favorite picture is the following. It shows exactly my inner mode, my thirst for new, my search for the exciting, the fascinating, the intriguing…


Myself pure and myself sinful


The opened hotel lobby has no door or glass, just the nature wherever you look. Hijo de la luna song is playing at the same time with the frogs singing and it feels just perfect. Picture by day and by night.

The truth is that I just cannot wait to arrive in Bangkok in a few days to taste the fried bugs. It is on my bucket list. A few years ago I saw a guy who travels all over the world who ate some grasshoppers in South America and he seemed to enjy them so much, saying it is sweet and crispy, that I actually craved it.

Sunrise in Paradise

I woke up at 5AM to see the sunrise at the Ocean. These images are from my room.


The camera is still having difificulties in adapting to this humidity. I am walking barefoot in the soft grass of the hotel garden, I walk past the pool and the guard who was snoring on a chair. I head to the ocean, I find a hamac and make my nest there to admire the sunrise.

I am alone and I snuffle the silence, the sound of the wild waves, the continuous sound of birds singing, birds talking. It seems that I am the first one to wake up on this part of the island. Me and the nature. She is always awake.

And the view



One very tattoed early bird jogger



The Nature

In Phuket I saw all those exotic flowers that appeared suring the last years in flower shops in Europe that you are not sure if they are true or just created in a laboratory. They are true and here they are at home. What I usually see in the botanical garden, here I see it in its natural habitat.

 Dragon fruit in the market by the pool
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Walking away from anything that is bothering me and stopping me from being happy and walking to interior tranquility in the middle of the nature


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There are tsunami evacuation rout signs in all the hotel. Each place with its specificities. DSCN6003

These people here see the boundlessness everyday. IMG_4845 IMG_4861


Trying Some More Thai Food

Each corner of what I saw in Phuket was Paradise, so the breakfast could not make any exception. In the left of the picture, the square looking delimitations are tables at the water level.

So I see these marshmallows and I think they are sweet, but why are they at the sour food section? First round I don’t try them. They look weird and soft, like a bread, but sweet and some are ping, some are too white with a dot from what looks like a filling.

They turned out to be very good, not sweet, but delicious main course, perfect for breakfast. They are called Dim Sum.

Somewhere under the croissants there is banana bread, sweet and soft, melting in your mouth.

Papaya, honey watermelon and fruit salad from dragon fruit, pineapple and lime


Hotel opened air bed cinema


From my room in the middle of the nature

Adorable sticker on the balcony wall size window


Living in the middle of the nature.

In this place you live in the nature, together with the nature, feel blessed by the nature. Not even one lizzard (they are everywhere and when you least expect they start moving next to your feet), ant (as you can see below they are on flowers, on the alleys, in the room), huge bugs (they make weird noises and then they fall on their backs and keep moving their legs desperately), bug, mosquito bothers you here.

Rambutan fruit


Thai Massage

I could not leave Thailand without trying the Thai massage. I went to the sopened air ocean view spa where there were three sort of tents. The tents had a big platform big enough to fit 10 bed places which stood at about 0,5 m high, bamboo poles a bamboo roof, looking like a house roof and reed on top. The sides of the tent were opened, but some plastic curtains were rolled up ready to be used in case of rain or wind. The first tent was for massage, the second was for the ladies who were massaging and third was for some workers building another tent.

I went for the classic Thai massage and it was an interesting, sometimes hurtful and scary experience. Sometimes I did not know if I should be afraid, cry or laugh. I escaped safe and sound and probably I will not try it soon, but I had to see how it is. This was my view during the massage.


this one did not stop even after we took off for Doha, my home in the dessert. Everybody gathers in the other two tents but us and out massage ladies. I really think I am in paradise. The curtains are now down and I hear the sound of the rain hitting them. On the two still opened sides of the tent I see the rage of the nature, the palm trees resisting the rain and glittering under the thick rain.

I’ve always loved rain. Rain, and water in general, washes it all and leaves us more pure. This holiday is a blessing and brought a great deal of peace in my interior. I have charged myself with the force of the ocean. I looked at the roots of the trees, I have seen the sun, the rain, the sunrise, the ocean, I’ve followed the ants, listened to the birds and the wind, I talked to the kind people. I accepted the endless power of the universe and of our creator. What I’m leaving is unique, a lifetime investment that no market crash can take it away.

And when this could not get better, when I landed back in Doha, the schedule for my next month was released, like a colleague said here you live Christmas every month (the schedule is issued on the 24th of each month). Curious where I’m taking you next month?