Since this is not a fairy tale all good things must come to an end. I had only booked the bungalow in Koh Samui for a week and was flying back home in two days time.
But before it came to this I still had a day with Aussie hunk who also flew with me to Bangkok. With me might be a little bit exaggerated since I had booked my flight already weeks ago (so much for spontaneous traveling, can’t change the Monk in me) and he only two days before.
When booking my flight I had also splurged on a 20$ hotel near the airport, but with pooL, since I was leaving early the day after. Aussie of course had other ideas (and damn the man I loved him for that) and splurged on a 5* hotel with an outdoor pool on the 10th floor overlooking the city. What can I say, as much as I like to sleep in hostels when I’m backpacking I’m also a sucker for grand gestures and luxury gestures just turn me on!
Anyways so he was flying in the morning from Koh Samui while I still had time to pack leisurely and take the plane at noon. When I arrived at the Sofitel he was already waiting for me at our room and I kid you not the sex was that much better with this gorgeous view over Bangkok. Like an extra kick with the huge window front open for the whole world to see. Of course on the 38th floor no one can see anything.
We spent the little rest of the day with a swim in the magnificent pool and later a visit to the pier for dinner. Our night activity was cut short though because he had caught a stomach bug and needed to get back to the hotel where he spent a significant amount of time in the bathroom while I had to watch tv really loud. Don’t you hate these modern rooms which don’t afford you any privacy?
Anyway I am glad we had had the goodbye sex in the afternoon because once he got into bed he fell into a comatose sleep and that was that.
I had another sleepless night (why should it have been different after a two-day break?) and we woke up to another sunny day. Aussie went out before breakfast to rent us a motorbike and came back with coffee and macaroons. You just had to love this guy! So thoughtful!
Before heading out for breakfast we tested the bed springs again which were still in amazingly good shape (us too). After breakfast we had a zip-lining tour planned, something I had done just the previous month in Laos. I had told Aussie about it and he was all for it. So I booked us onto a tour but we wanted to head to the starting point ourselves. Exploring the island and so.
It was definitely not easy finding the place but eventually we arrived and were told it was just a short walk from the parking. So before going there we sat down for a coffee and then Aussie told me that he was afraid of heights. WTF? Why didn’t he tell me that before? I would never have booked us on this tour if I had known. Because what’s the point? He was afraid and I had already done the most amazing zip-lines in Laos. Really, guys … I will never get them.
To make a long story short we both got into our harness, walked with a group of 15 people to the first high stand and practiced the brake-maneuver. Aussie wanted to go last and just before I went I asked him if he was fine. I told him that would go back with him if he wanted to get out, but he said no, he was be fine. He chickened out the moment I left the high stand. The first minute I was angry but then I decided to enjoy myself. Because didn’t he let me go first so that I had to stay on the course?
Anyway there was nothing else to do than just go ahead and zip through the trees. And I loved it as much as I had loved it in Laos, although the course was shorter and easier. Still it was exhilarating! So when I came back to Aussie who had in the meantime taken a nap in a hammock I was in a great mood. I had also thought about his fear of heights and had started to appreciate his courage to back down before he went on the course. Once on it there would have been no way down for him and he would have ruined this adventure for everyone else. It cannot be easy to admit in front of of strangers that one is afraid.
The rest of the afternoon was spent on the beach after a sumptuous lunch which Aussie started with a whiskey since his stomach trouble had returned. I of course had no such problems after my time on the road and just tucked in. Later I slept on the beach while he went jet-skiing. This time I didn’t go with him; while I liked it the first time, it definitely didn’t thrill me as much as him and I am was sure he would enjoy it more if he went out alone. Also I rather wanted to read my book.
When the sun started to go down we drove back to the little bungalow to get ready for our last evening on the island.
After having finally another undisturbed night (amazing how soon one can forget that) I was ready the next morning to pick my Aussie from the airport. He really was coming back for me (or as one of my friends later said who wouldn’t come to good sex and no strings attached) and planned on staying with me all the way to end of my or respectively his trip.
I had arranged for a cab to take me to the airport and since Koh Samui is such a small place we were in and out in under 5 minutes. Aussie was already waiting for me and while I still looked up on the screen he came over and whispered in my ear if the plane had already arrived. I never even recognized him with his cowboy hat on. He looked amazingly like a douche. Never mind, once in the thralls of love you don’t question your chosen one anymore.
We made it back to the bungalow without embarrassing ourselves in the car (the Thai might be used to tourists but still expect you to behave) but then went right back to bed. House cleaning knocked about three times on the door until we eventually left the bungalow for the beach. The rest of the day was spent with sleeping on the beach by Aussie and reading by me.
Before heading out for dinner we tested the new bed sheets and then I had a lovely meal not far from the hotel. Aussie meanwhile went to a pharmacy. He seemed to have caught a stomach bug and felt queasy. So not romantic at all this time since I had to eat alone. That didn’t diminish my appetite though. After traveling for three months I was used to eating alone and had paid my dues in stomach problems. The cure to all that is alcohol.
So before heading home we stopped at a bar near our place which we had already frequented on our second night together. There we were greeted like long-lost friends and the girls behind the bar looked happy for me when I showed up with Aussie again (the evening before I came alone). Gin Tonic always works like a charm and when we cam back to the bungalow Aussie was up for another tumble between the sheets.
He fell asleep like a stone right after, but I lay awake as usual. But I was happy, so happy to be next to my hunky Aussie. He was holding me tight and if I moved around he would just follow me. So lovely!