Everyday things seem to change right now…sometimes by the day, sometimes by the hour. As I sit in my hammock, on my porch of my bungalow here in Thailand, in the morning the Thai news will come out with something, like “Tourists have to have $100,000 of insurance and a medical card to come in to Thailand”, by the afternoon they realize no one is going to give people that kind of insurance so they decide that isn’t going to work, but they don’t correct themselves. The next day they just make a new rule, so we never really know what the rules are, as they change from morning to night and are never quite informed.
Yesterday we were told we have to eat dinner by 7pm in restaurants as they close at 7pm. And we are to stay in between 7am and after 7pm. This morning I go online and find out that isn’t true. I find a new article saying that isn’t true but encouraging people to stay in their home from 8am-5pm, otherwise there might become a curfew and we may have to. Well, in my situation that is impossible. I have no kitchen, no way to feed myself. My landlord will fix dinner a few times a week, reminding us of what English food is like. And I wouldn’t want to eat that daily. I told him “if we are on lock down that means he and his wife would have to feed the guests”. His response was “nah, you will still be able to go to restaurants and pick up food”. This, coming from the man that keeps throwing dinner parties of 5-18 people even though they have announced NOT to do that and that it is illegal. I know he is finding a way to make money, but what if we all got ill or him and his wife, then what?
I went to bed the other night with a rowdy bunch of people at the dinner night at my place, I finally got to sleep. When waking up, the next day, after doing my physical therapy I am told one of the guys at the dinner had all these symptoms. He is self quarantining himself in the bungalow next to me. And while he is at is he is going to try and stop drinking, smoking and doing drugs at this time. The first night it sounded like a one man party in there…music, him on his phone and I am laying in bed wondering when his one person party my stop and why a night person was put next to me, the morning person. I finally said through my wooden wall, “can you please go to bed”. Within 5 minutes he was off the phone, music was off and I didn’t hear from him for about 16 hours. My landlord said “he might be dead in there for all we know”.
Let me say, that could have been true…it wasn’t, but it makes you wonder when the whole quarentine thing, how many might be dead and no one will know it until the smell drifts through the hall, or someone drops the mail and sees it hasn’t been picked up in weeks.
I walked down the beach today, everything has changed. All the beach loungers are gone, bungalows have been closed, no more massage people out there, and barely anyone out there. I have been staying positive with things, but the little thoughts creeped in of “what if stores close down? What if I am the last expat here? What if the restaurants close? What if my place closes?”
And then I look out to the ocean, I see the 2 people out there on paddle boards, the water still, and it takes my breath away. It is gorgeous! I wished I’d had my camera, but I don’t like leaving my things on the beach while swimming. I do my physical therapy and I finally lay down my sarong, hat and keys and go into the water…it is like swimming through liquid silk. The water is out, so it is very shallow, but deep enough to swim over the coral while it tickles my bum! It is a wondrous slice of heaven.
I walk back to my bungalow to start my Breathwork class. I have started teaching online, which I am loving….and I wonder what will happen in another month or two…I was already supposed to be home by now working again. I wasn’t expecting the delays of the knee injury for months or a virus stopping me from going anywhere for who knows how long. I am optimistic to put my classes online to support myself while doing what I love, supporting, inspiring and making a difference in peoples lives…all from the confines of their own homes!!!
Within this past month everything has changed…traveling has been stopped, dealing with extending Visa’s might be getting dangerous, as now there are lines of 200 people to get extensions…when really they could make it all online so we don’t have to take the 5-7 hours to go extend it and be around a ton of people.
Everyday I hear of someone that has it on the island, and a few of them have been to my landlord’s dinner parties or has had been near someone who has it by living in their same bungalow units. So it is getting close to home. I remain in most of the time, except my morning beach walk, my physical therapy, getting my 2 meals a day and hanging in my hammock on my porch…which is definitely 6 feet from anyone! Being outside feels so good, even if it is for only 1-2 hours a day.
What is interesting for me is that the introvert in me is so happy to have to stay in without guilt of “I should be doing something”, whereas my extrovert is like “lets go for a hike”. And the part of me that wants my knee to get better wants to hike too. As this past week there has been no progress, it is the first week with no forward progress, it is a little scary and I have to trust it will all be ok. Luckily today my walk got better, it is still stiff behind my knee. And it felt weak in my exercises, and that is what it is. I have an amazing view while I am doing my physical therapy and for the most part it is peaceful here. Even though there is no electricity as I write this.
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