Life on an island
Turtle Island. Koh Tao.
After many trips to the clinic, it’s finally been determined I had bruising in my left inner ear (healed now) and am still recovering from a tiny, tiny rupture (no infection) in my right one. I also have sinusitis and fluid in both inner ears. Yes, we’ve figured out the what, but we’re flummoxed as to how the f*ck I managed all this without feeling any pain or having a cold. I have been banned from dunking my head underwater for two weeks. I’m on day ten. Bummer, bummer, bummer.
So we’ve been enjoying this little island and working away on projects and planning. Below is a glimpse of life we’ve carved while I’m forced to stay firmly planted on the sandy beach.
The other 70% of the face of our world.
Beach-front homes.
Breeze inside our concrete box.
The sand you try to keep outside.
Breakfast.
Get better pills.
Very, very large (2” long) threats (Vespa Tropica for you nerds).
Cheap swimsuits.
The one reason people visit islands.
Poured stairs.
What the waves pulled in.
Snorkel sites.
Critters.
Hiding places.
What waves do to hard things.
Shade.
Watermarks.
Lunch.
Switchbacks.
One monkey.
Starving kitties.
Afternoon light.
Work fit for an island.
Books and MMMs.
A little exercise.
The time of day when you feel small.
The most light you see at night.
Halloween Monkeys.
Dive instructors.
