We returned to Sydney three weeks ago, but my memories of our holiday in Thailand already seem far away ...
Holidays "in between" we said. It was early last year, and Madoun did not intend to drop this idea. And all the better because we spent wonderful moments together. Only downside was the absence of the little brother, who was greatly missed. Every night on the beach, the "lucky balloons" soared to the sky: they were called "Peloun", hoping that maybe, if they were flying high enough, to see them too.
Of these 15 days, I remember the smell of fresh fruit juice, oil fumes on our scooters, sound waves, Papoune shouting "Fire" from eating hot peppers by Martin who types bucket and its trough in the pool, crazy laugh Breakfast meeting on account of Thai noodles at "fat fermented," the gentle hands of masseuses and dancing on the beach of Choeng Mon and heard Jack sing ... But mostly I remember the time, knitting (yes, the same flasks by 30 degrees!), Discuss with Madoun, walk with Papoune, read a book, to watch his son play with Pouchoun or still shopping with Breakfast meeting.
So if you also have time, stay here a little longer and spend 6 minutes 18 Koh Samui with us in music:
Love
Gochoun
