I looked through my google drive hoping to find something that I may have written during my time in Thailand, but nothing. Im tired, I don’t feel like writing and I have a million things on my to do list, but this piece must be written. I was there for 3 weeks traveling throughout the country on every mode of transport you can think of; planes, boats, trains, mopeds, cars. My last destination in Thailand was to Krabi in a small coastal town called Tonsai Bay where I stayed in a resort, which I almost never do. I flew from Chiang Mai to Bangkok, flew from Bangkok to Krabi, took a bus to the coast and two boat rides to get to my destination in Tonsai Bay. I spent my first few days not bored but blah…. It was the typical resort vibe where there were no local cultural norms aside from maybe the food and staff. It was dry. However, every night I’d hear music, people laughing and having a good time, but it was obvisoly not coming from where I was staying. My bungalow was not far from this door that I began to pay attention to. I noticed people from the resort making it a duty to go there. Then there’s me trying to gather the courage to see what all the noise was about. One afternoon I decided to go and boy did I hit a gold mine. This is where I belonged, these were my people. It was literally everything the resort was not. The wall was built to keep the locals and “hippies” from interacting with the new resort which clearly only catered to westerners. However, behind this wall was life, I mean real life. Yoga classes, mushroom tea, people from all walks of life, locals who had their hair locked and smoked weed all day. Mom and pop coffee shops and restaurants, monkeys even. I still to this day remember the feeling of amazement when I first walked through that door, walked down that path between two walls. Behind that wall is where I met Mateo, it’s where I experienced my first reggae concert. I engaged in a group meal and while I just so happen to not be hungry that day, everyone who did eat got food poisoning, I didn’t. I didn’t want to leave Tonsai Bay once I had a hit of what was behind that wall. It was the reason I go through the doors, walk down the dark alleys, walk into the least well known restaurants. It showed me that books for sure should never be judged by their covers.