On an island off the coast of Thailand, I found the closest aproximation yet of "The Beach (you know, the Leonardo diCaprio movie).
It's a place we heard through by word of mouth, doesn't exist on any map. Bungalows directly on the beach. A deck over the crashing waves, where people sit on pillows on the floor or lounge in one of the many hammocks, playing with the cats or sipping a fuit shake or wicked cocktail or eating delicious food.
At night, some of the best DJs I have heard spin buddha bar loungey music, breakbeats and house, and we all dance under the stars.
In December, the whole place is picking up and moving to an undisclosed location. The beach is getting to crowded, and they are moving to a lonlier place, now only accessible by boat.
We made friends with the bartender who told us where they are moving. Sweet.
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