Happy bay

I laid on the beach today. The place I had dinner at showed "The Beach;" it was truly awful, read the book instead. Unfortunately there are no people here in spacesuites like in the film. In fact, the place seems rather dead. Even the nightclubs on the beach are empty, a fact that doesn't stop them from blasting bass all night.

Now, time for the essay. The book "The Beach," and not the film, captures the backpackers' quest for their own paradise. Twenty years ago they "discovered" the island of Koh Samui. More and more people came, and now it has an airport and is a full-fledged resort. So ten years ago they moved to the next island, my current home, Koh Pha Ngan. In 1990 there were 30 bungalows here, today there are 3000+. So in the book they went to the only place the hordes of tourists can't come: an island in the Ang Thong Marine Park. Incidentally I've been trying to get to Ang Thong, but they won't go with just one person. Aparently nobody else is interested.