paradise lost and found!

picture the scene.
the ancient forest lost in its own
natural rhythm. Insects beating out the ambient
drill of the sweaty tropics. Suddenly you hear the
mosquito drone of a small scooter and fuckwhit hillman
resplendent in piss pot helmet comes cutting through the
bush on his way south to charter new beaches and find
solitude from the heat and backpacker trail that surrounds the coast.
Yes folks after just half an hour of buzzing through small villages and
trying to miss idiotic tourists who have never ridden a motorbike before
and think that creative weaving is an artistic form of transport for the
winde back motored, I find myself at some semi hidden beach that
contains a dozen rum shacks, a couple of massage bungalows and bars
for the thirsty. It looks like and ad for chocolate or some perfume but thankfully
the greedheads haven't spoilt it all yet.
A quick walk over the wonky bridge and I am greeted by a tea shack where
the first order of the day is black tea and some vibes from buddha bar.
As you can see from the pics…. it is rather charming!

pics above......!