My flight out of Bangkok was delayed five hours…. FIVE HOURS, and no one could tell me why or get me on a different flight. All they would do was smile apologetically and point me towards the airport Starbucks.
The caffeine did nothing to help me relax.
When I finally flew into Koh Samui, an island off the southeast coast of Thailand, I had only a few minutes to get to the main dock and catch the last ferry of the day to my final destination, a nearby island called Koh Phangan.
Hoping that the ferry would be running late aka on 'Thai Time', I grabbed a cab and tried to communicate to the driver, in a mixture of hand signals and broken Thai, that I needed him to drive fast. After a bumpy ride over an unpaved, potholed road, my taxi pulled up to the dock just as the last ferry was pulling away.
Disappointed, frustrated and sweating, I sank to the ground under the weight of my overpacked bags and was about to have a complete breakdown, when I looked up and for the first time really saw where I was.
It was quiet. The sun was setting. The water was gently lapping the shore, and it smelled like summer.
I took a long, deep breath, wiped the sweat off my forehead and smiled for the first time all day.
I was in Thailand.