To Return, Kanchanaburi

It was a recommendation from my orthopedic doctor for me to do some exercises such as swimming and biking to help myself build muscles again on my left leg. It will also be beneficial for my left foot to have some exercise. Without batting an eyelash, I made a trip driving out of the city for two hours to a place I am very familiar with. The province name is Kanchanaburi and it is where I started my nomad life as a traveller many years ago. 

This was the first stop as I wanted to see the ruckus created on the newspaper as to how the resort encroached the waters. I was mesmerized by its grandeur and the place reminded me of the Maldives.

After some inquiries, I was told that the only available unit was at the very end of the resort, facing the magnificent water but I declined. The walk was just too much for my 'healing' foot to bear. I left with a heavy heart but I was telling myself that I shall return.

Further away from that scenic area, I scouted for a more appropriate place for my weary foot and found another haven. Though not as grand as the first, it was a perfect pick of my definition of peace.

The facade was inviting and as I managed to do small but steady steps, I finally reached my room to stay.

The furthermost unit was where I retreated after all the walking and it was indeed serene as nobody was around the resort. Magically turning a much visited place into a ghost town.

As I wanted to swim, I asked if I could have something to climb down and up the waters and I was graciously given a raft, made from PVC pipes. It was perfect!

The steady flow of water did not stir any fear in me as I am an avid swimmer. I only approached one personnel and inquired to make sure there were no crocodiles around.

Watching the scenery gave me some things to ponder as I wonder what I will eat for snacks and dinner. Viola, I called the resort management and ordered food. What sumptuous food and service. 

The forest fire at night gave a fiery glow to the dark surroundings coupled with fireflies and eerie silence encompassing the still water and deserted resort.

And at six in the morning, another astounding view welcomed me through the terrace of my hotel room. Beyond compare to a restful staycation.

After breakfast, I decided to leave the place with a fresh spirit and a rested foot. The swim gave me something to be hopeful for, that my foot is healing. The place gave me something to look forward to, a second visit. The generosity of time and circumstances gave me something to be thankful for. It was a great rest!

*Have a wonderful Easter Sunday!*