For the first time in a very very long time, I was able to tune out my brain and tune into the frequency nature was presenting to me. I could hear and truly appreciate a multitude of birdsongs, the pure and crisp smell of air purified by lush green foliage emerging after a long harsh winter. For the first time in a long time, I was at peace and my brain was so in awe of all the wonders it was trying to process that it didn't have the time to serve me with the usual self-beating I had become accustomed to.
Shout out to the 2 am New York pizza slices I had while high after a black-tie dinner. I felt like one of those celebrities traipsing their designer gowns over the floors of late-night fast food chains after an award show, albeit less rich, less glamorous and my gown wasn't designer, but hey... still living my best life.
Barely did I move that one of the crew/drivers came and positioned himself in the seats across the isles from me, whipped out his flaccid sad excuse of a dick and started playing with himself while fixating me. (BARF)
The striking cobalt blue painted walls form a perfect background for the dense collection of exotic trees and flowers growing all around the garden. The amateur herbologist can spot various species of cacti and palm trees. There are tranquil lily-covered pools and verdant groves of bamboo.
Up to this point the whole island seems like a ghost town to us. There are with very few visitors around and even fewer locals. We felt like we had the entire place to ourselves and proceeded to take over 3000 pictures between the two of us as we were left undisturbed practically everywhere. Girls just wanna have fun and taken pictures eh…