I hit the road again

This is home. I realized it in the beginning of December. I remember one day I went to Koh Samui to extend my visa, returned to Koh Phangan: got off the ferry and walked to my scooter with confidence. I left the parking lot in no time, while the freshly arrived tourists were just about to figure out how to leave the pier and what is the direction they are heading to. This was the moment when I felt it. It felt hone. This is home.

I have favorite restaurants and cafes, I know which turns are dangerous because of the sand on the road and where are the holes where the motorbike can slide. I know the gas station selling the cheapest gas, and where is the best passionfruit pie of the island. Where is free yoga class and which yoga instructor to avoid, where do new shops open and where to buy the most effective mosquito repellent. I have my favourite beach and I know where to go to chill if I feel down. The list has no end. I could live here for a longer while discovering the secret beaches, swimming in all waterfalls, learn a little thai and continue my intense yoga practice. But still, I hit the road again.

I feel I am done here. Something deep inside me tells me, that I got what I came for and it is time to leave. Next stop is Chiang Mai, Northern Thailand.