Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing
When my dear darling husband, The Original Obnoxious One, suggested we travel to Japan, I agreed with one caveat – we had to spend several days afterwards at a totally chill beach resort. And since we were already halfway around the world in Asia, the place I chose was this:
We had stayed at a Six Senses Resort a couple years before in Vietnam and it was magical. What’s not to love – architecture in harmony with natural surroundings, private villas complete with private plunge pools and butlers, incredible fresh local food, sustainable water and waste practices, and prices not as steep as you’d think, especially in the off-season. The Six Senses Samui in Thailand did not dosappoint not one little bit, not when the main pool looked like this:
And the view from our bed looked like this
Even though the weather was hot and it was humid, which we usually find unbearable, somehow, we managed to survive. We had lattes in the morning – not Green Eggs and Ham – and Sex on the Beach – the drink – in the afternoon.We dined on the hill,
we dined on the rocks,
we dined wherever and whenever we could.
And it was heavenly.
We wandered along the resort’s private beach,
we swam and we kayaked in the clear turquoise waters,
and we talked to the wonderful locals who worked there – our butler, our servers, our housekeepers. Those hardworking folk were always smiling and happy and laughed at my hubby’s silly jokes and catered to our every whim as we started the long and challenging process of unwinding. My iPhone even died so our daughter couldn’t reach us to complain and shriek about the cold weather or her lack of friends at school or her courses or any other earth-shattering issues.
It’s opener there
in the wide open air.
But it wasn’t all fun and games you know.
Nope, not for us.
I put The Original Obnoxious One to work and enrolled him in a Thai cooking class at the resort. All that chopping, all that tasting, all that sauteing – quite a demanding proposition, especially combined with the gorgeous outdoor setting.
Surprisingly enough he got more right than wrong, so the slave-driving chef gave her
love, thumbs-up, grudging acknowledgement.
In the end The Original Obnoxious One somehow created such amazing culinary delights and was so proud of himself that he became almost insufferable, and rather…obnoxious!
To this day I have not heard the end of what a great “cooker” he is.
Next I decided The Original Obnoxious One required a serious tune-up, an arduous physical transformation, so I forced my reluctant hubby to undergo the dreaded Thai Signature Treatment, which just happened to be for two people. At the place of our doom
we were presented with white cotton pajama-like tops and bottoms for our own protection. No oils. No aromatherapy. Just damn hard work. For an entire hour each of us submitted to the battle-hardened warriors who thrashed and pummeled us. Those tough veterans poked our muscles, stretched our limbs and contorted our bodies into poses never seen or even imagined before . And yes, it was extremely scary – at least for The Original Obnoxious One who moaned and whimpered and
screamed yelled screeched over the course of the daunting procedure. When the horror ended my hubby thanked the sweet little Thai ladies professional masseuses and proclaimed the treatment the best massage of his life.
With banner flip-flapping,
once more you’ll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Now it was time for him to torture me – a happy marriage is all about
equal pain and suffering compromise after all. So he dragged me on several treks around the island, along unfortunate garbage-strewn beaches (yes, really)
roads choked with mopeds and trucks and fascinating colourful temples.
And after those terrifying forced marches we enjoyed our home away from home that much more – well at least my dear darling husband certainly did.
And sure enough, The Original Obnoxious One finally found his long-lost mojo .
Until the next time we return. We met some Brits who spend a couple months suffering at this same spot year after year. Ahh…to be so lucky! In the meantime we’re planning a trip to Portugal in the fall, and I’ve found the perfect Six Senses there. Really!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.