It's true.
Here is Railay, Thailand, time has slowed.
The days are drifting slowly with lazing on the beach, floating in the warm ocean and cocktails. Lots of cocktails.
I'm currently unbelievable relaxed. Most of that will have evaporated by the time I return home due to lots of flights and time spent waiting in airports but I'm going to hold onto that feeling for as long as I can. After this post I'm heading for a massage.
This is the life.
Railay hasn't been all relaxing though. For the last two days I have been rock climbing.Rock climbing outdoors. On a massive big rock. Oih!
The first morning I was so apprehensive, not knowing what to expect, that I could barely eat breakfast. And it wasn't easy. It was incredibly hot and climbing in Thailand didn't miraculously make me a good climber. Unfortunately. But on the second afternoon (when I hadn't even intended to go climbing but the guide kindly invited me along with my friends) something happened.
I had my moment on the rock.
I was struggling up a climb, having just slipped off twice but decided to try one more time, and I realised I was happy. I was enjoying the moment. It was me against the rock - reaching, twisting, pulling, grunting, stretching, clinging, climbing more than I thought I could.
I am a rock-climber.
I can say that now and not feel like I need to add 'but' or 'although' at the end of the sentence. It's something that I enjoy, that I will do again and that I am committed to getting better at.
I am a rock-climber.
It's also the reason I'm now heading for a massage. I'm a tad bit sore. :)