A Mantra to live for

“Scientific studies have shown that humans are most at risk of being eaten by lions the period immediately following a full moon.” We clawed our way out of bed, aware of a roaring commotion, which came not from an illusory predator, but from the pit of our ravenous stomachs—our inner yearning beasts. It was late morning after the Full Moon Party, and we could have eaten a lion for lunch. Craving a traditional Thai breakfast, we mustered up the energy to wander out of our cocoon, just so happening upon a little restaurant appropriately called Mantra. We were brought Thai egg fried rice (the sultry Asian sister of an eggs benedict) and spicy pad Thai that was out of this world good. We each lay in hammocks and scarfed down the incredible meal in our pacifying haven. We spent the day exploring, and later that night, we decided to return to our beloved Mantra for a few drinks with our new friends. We sat around a big table in hammocks or on mats, Westerners and Thai people mixing like our whiskey and Chang. As a big, unexpected group, we all headed to Loi Lay, a floating bar—Summer and I escorted by a tiny Thai boy, all three of us spooning snugly on the back of his scooter. The night was incredible. Summer and I were unequivocally doted on by the few local girls we were with and our group formed a tight niche where we had dance offs, drank lots more Chang, and embraced the Thai culture which we basked in. Summer, with only one sock on to protect her badly cut foot, received shocked looks as she ‘Michael Jacksond’ across the floorboards. Later, we learned that every Thai girl in the bar, who was not in our group, was a prostitute. Summer and I would never have known or presumed, so utterly consumed with our Thai beer, Thai friends, and Thai waters that rocked the bar until morning. We walked away barefoot (Summer only halfway with one socked foot), to our little bungalow ready to create more life mantras we hadn’t even dreamed up yet. Sometimes it’s sad to say goodbye to something so fun yet so fleeting. But the fact that a small sadness such as this is spurned by a happiness so great, means that the trail you leave behind will be remembered. 



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