Lonely Paradise

CRASH! spinning out of control, twirling and gasping for breath I arose to the surface.

Alive.

The adrenaline rush got my heart kicking, the beauty got my head thinking and the food got
my mouth watering. In the most beautiful place on Earth you would expect the place being swarmed with crowds all trying to get a glimpse of what heaven really looks like but rest assured in Ko Tao there wasn't any sight of any tourists what so ever. Floating in the water weightlessly and looking down I was forgetting all of my problems one by one. The crystal clear water levelling my neck was the perfect temperature for me— not to cold and not to warm. 5 kilometres out and I could see the whole island in a perfect beautiful panorama: The lush green tress swaying in the wind; The occasional Kishing boats which sped by; and even the resorts on top of the hills.

2:00, I swam back in somewhat of a hurry realising that the tide may have taken my out if I hadn't looked at the time— I arrived at the sandy beach insight of no one and if I tried screaming no one would have heard even the slightest noise which wasn't very reassuring if I did end up getting carried away by the tide. The rocky beach hurting my feet was a mile long reaching the cove at the end of the beach. I decided do swim out again as the tide was not kicking in—floating above the coral reef, the reef gleamed like the orange yellow sun, and coincidentally just as the sun was beginning to set over the horizon. 

Time was flying and it seemed just like a minute ago when I first swam out. My thoughts wandering off, and of course being paranoid about the dangers of swimming out here alone, but the beauty of this place overwhelmed me and once again all of my problems dissolved from my mind. Lifelessly floating near the shore I awoke from my trance when a small motor boat about the size a room was heading straight to me— it slowed down just when I thought my heart would stop. The boat which was white in colour turned towards me, let the ladder drop. and honked its horn. I couldn't see anyone in the boat but it was dark and I started to swim away slowly at first then kicking and splashing, my heart beat spiking up rapidly.

 I stopped abruptly when my feet scraped the ocean floor, I wanted more— the adrenaline rush was addicting. My head was spinning and as I replayed the events in my head in chronological order. I felt ashamed of myself. There was nothing to be afraid about and they were probably telling me to get out of the water but I pushed these thoughts away. Gradually making my way to the beach and then the beauty of the ocean really got to me. 

Beni