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It’s just after midnight, local time. The air is heavy with the thick damp heat of the tropics. I’m relaxed. I’m sitting in the dark by the pool, my feet dipping into the cool silky water. The only light available that of the big, full moon. The moon here is huge.  We first saw her peeping through the clouds as we rounded one of the mountainside bends between Patong and Karon.
We’d left behind the neon party that was getting into full swing in Patong and searching for our garden escape.
Now I’m here, 100% relaxed, limbs heavy, head dreamy. Partly the climate, that Thai vibe, jasmine fragance in the air, the carcophany of frog bleeps from the trees. Partly the Chang beer that washed down the most divine Tom Ka Gai earlier tonight.
While I have the excuse of jet lag meddling with my body clock I steal the opportunity of a midnight swim. Silently slipping into the dark cool waters, gazing up at my Thai moon.
This is living in the moment. This is being present.
This is my third trip to Thailand, the last two happening over 10 years ago. Things will have changed. And although I have yet to see this land in the light since I was last here all that time ago, I have a feeling my love for Thailand remains true. It really is a special place that stirs distant magical memories and tempts with new ones just around the corner.
Enough dreaming, time for that swim…

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My Thai full moon

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Neon Patong

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I’m not sure which the wettest country in the world is, if my jungle tent was 100 metres closer to the camp reception, I’d have wifi access and would be able to check. Right now I’m willing to guess Costa Rica is in the top ten, at least.
It’s raining again, not a light spritzing of misty cloud forest drizzle, or even the short sharp dump of a tropical downpour, no, this is relentless patter patter all afternoon and deep into the night stuff. And it’s been like this for the best part of 6 out of 7 days now. Oh and it’s the dry season!
So, as with so many things when you’re travelling (as opposed to holidaying) there are small lessons and revelations to learn about yourself at these moments.
How to adapt and accept gracefully a change in plans…
How to prioritise movement about your surrounds for fear of getting swept away…
How to while away the hours in a confined space with your nearest and dearest with very little for amusement…
Months and years after a trip you forget all the torrential downpours. When I consciously look back I remember being stuck in a small guesthouse in Acapulco,Mexico for the best part of 3 days. So that time I decided to learn Spanish.
It rained a lot in the jungle in Borneo and we just sat with our new friends enjoying the moment.
I even remember when I was really young being confined to our tiny bright green caravan on a campsite in Brittany watching the rain trickle down the windows. I drew pictures to pass the time.
These confining downpours offer a real chance to be in the moment, faced with your patience, imagination, and resourcefulness.
I’m going to embrace this one and remember that it’s the rain that makes all the plants and fruit here twice the size of those elsewhere, nourishes the 800 species of most beautiful birds and really does bring the “Rica” (Rich) to this Costa (coast).
Besides, I have cheeseballs and travel scrabble so I’m good for an hour or two…

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Contemplating tent-based activities

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Pleased I brought my brolly now

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Lovely weather for frogs

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Cheeseballs and travel scrabble

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Day 6 of our Costa Rica adventure and we are deep in rainforest territory. The Serepiqua rainforest and I have never seen so much rain.
We were supposed to take a tractor up a mudslide earlier to get to our rainforest retreat but there has been so much rain the river has swollen rendering even the tractor, with his mud-ready claws, useless.
So we have taken a serendipous diversion to our new home, Hacienda Pozo Azul, Tents in the rainforest. This is my kind of tent – more of a tent reinforced within its own marquee structure with real beds and a bathroom.
Still the sides are open so we can watch the forest activity and a frog gained exclusive access to our banos via the plughole.
I’m excited by the frogs, I hear they’re the size of dinner plates out here and in a couple hours, once the skies fall dark, we’ll be taking a walk to the frog pond to find those beauties…

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View from inside our tent

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Our rainforest tent

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Leaving Tortugero

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A local, sunbathing

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