Thailand contd...

I awoke the next morning with a broad grin across my face. The bright sunshine that broke in waves through the tiny holes in the shutters meant the morning had come and gone. The thundering surf crashed not far off. My hut had begun its daily attempt to become a sauna. The thin bed sheet clung to my body, soaked in sweat. I looked around at my empty hut, and for a second thought the previous night was a dream. Arjen, prostitutes, thai noodles...then I noticed. My sandy floor was swept clean of sand. My clothes, previously sprawled across the hut, were folded neatly in a pile. I heard the sound of running water from my shower. It stopped, and seconds later she entered, smiling. She carried a small plate of fruit, which she had just washed. And the first thought that jumped into my mind was, shit, if I had known that in addition to the sex I would get a clean hut and breakfast in bed, I would have decided so much quicker.





And ahem, mom, in case you decide to read this: the above is a total fabrication.
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Have a good weekend folks!