24/3/2007 - Back to the Rock

From the 12th of april I will walk over the pier of Koh Tao again. That pier I've been walking on so many times to go to work, that same pier where I said so many goodbyes to people. That same pier where I've been picking up my loved ones. The pier from Koh Tao.

Koh Tao, 25 sq. km. Not much, but big enough. It's a rocky island with hills in the middle and secluded bays.

The island where dogs hike for lifts on motorbikes.

An island where everybody knows eachother. Where you can't hide for who you are.

An island where everybody stays longer than planned.

That same island where the roads are so bad, that the scar of a motorbike accidents is called a Koh Tao tattoo.

A small island where you can order home delivery pizza's.

That island where trafficlights don't exist, and taxidrivers the richest people of us all are. 

The island with it's own rules. Where you suddenly have to pay to go on the beach, where jalousy sometimes goes too far, and people fight over their succes.

How we realise the perfect world does not exist.

An island with so many beautiful individuals.  

An island I love.