It was our sixth night in Phuket and there were only two more nights after tonight until we had to go home. I had recovered from a 6/10 hangover from the night before (it was probably only really a 5 but my energy reserves were running dangerously low, so the symptoms were exacerbated). We were back in Seduction for the fifth time on our trip. I was having a good night but I was wary of Jas' water intake as he had beaten me twice in the nightly water challenge; I wouldn't let this happen again.
I was feeling good and very alert. I was in control and having a good time. Jas and the other boys were chasin' sherp so to speak; this was my chance to capitalise. Seduction, the club we had discovered nearly 5 years earlier, at a time of youthful exuberance and reckless abandon, a club I knew well. I hit my fourth drink and I knew that it was time to make a move. Jas was eyeing off the crowd, relaxing, enjoying the music etc and most importantly, not paying attention to me at all. I veered out of sight and down the stairs back onto Bangla Rd. I purchased a 1.5L bottle of water from a supermarket and decided to keep heading down Bangla Rd towards the beach as it seemed like a nice walk. It was quieter down this end.
I crossed the road onto the sand and continued walking. It was warm but there was a slight breeze. It was relatively late and there were only a few people left on the beach. I started to walk a bit further and closer to the water as it looked so nice. I don't know if it was the fresh air, or the sound of the waves but I suddenly felt emotional. It wasn't just nostalgia, thinking about the first night I had ever been to this beach, but I felt so invigorated as well and overcome with so much vitality. I was remembering the times we had spent on this beach back between 2010 & 2012, lighting fireworks with strangers; walking back to the hotel every night in the early hours of the morning when the streets were empty and so quiet; sitting at the bar at the entrance to our hotel talking and having pre-drinks etc. I stood there for a while in silence, just thinking. I felt so content and didn't know if I wanted to go back to Seduction and draw out my night. I decided to catch a moped home; I was so happy (hydrated too)!
I crossed the road onto the sand and continued walking. It was warm but there was a slight breeze. It was relatively late and there were only a few people left on the beach. I started to walk a bit further and closer to the water as it looked so nice. I don't know if it was the fresh air, or the sound of the waves but I suddenly felt emotional. It wasn't just nostalgia, thinking about the first night I had ever been to this beach, but I felt so invigorated as well and overcome with so much vitality. I was remembering the times we had spent on this beach back between 2010 & 2012, lighting fireworks with strangers; walking back to the hotel every night in the early hours of the morning when the streets were empty and so quiet; sitting at the bar at the entrance to our hotel talking and having pre-drinks etc. I stood there for a while in silence, just thinking. I felt so content and didn't know if I wanted to go back to Seduction and draw out my night. I decided to catch a moped home; I was so happy (hydrated too)!
I caught a motorbike back to the hotel and walked through the empty lobby and stairs, back to our hotel room on the fourth floor. I made it to our room and ended up crying a little. I posted something vague on Instagram and fell asleep with the tv on. Jas made it home not too long after. It was a good night.
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