Somehow, and I’m still not quite sure how, I landed a room at this resort in Chiang Mai, Thailand for $6 a night.
*can we note that there are starting blocks in my hotel pool?!? I used to swim competitively and these served up a healthy dose of nostalgia, despite being totally confusing in this context
Finding fantastic accommodation for unbelievable prices has been a theme of mine for the past 6 months, and it’s something I’m getting better and better at, but even in that context this is a coup. Usually the location or view is what makes for my excitement, the facilities generally not being anything that most Americans would consider luxurious. I’m usually happy with anything more than a mat on the ground and a roof that doesn’t leak (“this place has toilet paper? sweeeeet”).
It was time to step things up.
I wrote this incredibly enthusiastic blurb on the night I arrived on Perhentian Kecil. It was warranted; we ended up staying 10 days. Go here.
After 10 blissful days in one of the most idyllic settings I’ve ever spent time in, it’s finally time to move on. We extended our stay every day, not wanting to leave, but we’ve done everything we wanted to do and it’s best to not travel on the weekend, so today is the day. This was basically the most relaxing vacation I could have ever put together, endless days spent reading, eating, sunbathing, snorkeling, swimming, diving, and doing nothing at all on a beautiful, exotic island.
Last night I was thinking about how, if I was still doing my daily grind in San Francisco, this would have been my big vacation for the year. To be sure, I’ve loved my work and living in SF, and found plenty of time for leisure activities outside of the 9-5, but the idea that 10 or 15 days is enough vacation for an entire year is seeming more and more ridiculous these days.