Shit Happens...

After catching yet another illustrious and stubborn bacteria that settled in on my airways and clogged up my breathing like the traffic clogs up the streets in Delhi I decided to head out towards one of Thailand's quieter places, yet not to quiet. After Manila and Bangkok it was on to Ko Samui. Not as crowded and noisy as Phuket but busy enough to survive a week of fasting and cleansing. Yup, I finally decided to give it a go and do some actual cleaning up. All those days spent in cities inhaling exhaust fumes, drinking dubious alcoholic beverages and eating not always in the better places around, I figured that seven days of abstention of solid foods would not harm me. So I ended up in The Spa Resort, a calm and alternative place to spend your time usefully. Or just spend time. The reason I chose The Spa Resort amongst many options around here was that it was one of the cheapest ones that still looked genuine and professional, and that they weren't like those in-your-face kind of places that used to pollute his planet during the 90's. You did not have to be a convinced veganist or being able to walk on burning coals to take part in their program, and so far the only hippie I spotted turned out to be a local Thai fisherman that had just staggered out of sea before heading home and cleaning up. I felt at ease. I felt like I had a choice being here. Good. I needed that. And I also realized I needed the fast. But I have no idea how I will feel in two days, when my system has actually begun to get rid of all the toxins I have been gathering over years of drinking and eating greasy burgers and lots of Belgian Fries... Hmmmm, Belgian Fries....Grrrggrrggrrr... Ahem. So, ok, maybe it won't be easy, and certainly there are parts of the program that scare me (for instance why is everybody always walking by the swimming pool with a big bucket filled with coffee-colored water and a tube and bottle of vaseline tightly gripped in the other hand while looking as if a fleet of plundering Vikings is gonna board the beach any minute now? And what does all that talk about colemas and the benefit of enemas pinned on my bathroom wall mean? Well, I will certainly meditate on that tomorrow morning. And any place where the staff is wearing a uniform that says "SHIT HAPPENS" can't be that bad. So off I go!