This trip was about life and love.

Or rather, for life and love.

It was a celebration. A journey to mark the beginning of a new chapter. To looking forward to more experiences and abundant joy.

Of all my travels, this trip is my favorite. I wasn't away very long, but the days crept by very slowly. Thank goodness for that. Unfortunately, I always feel like I'm running against a clock. But this time, I didn't have any hour anxiety.

I will not be specific about this location. There are two reasons why:

1) I will surely return here

2) I don't want it overrun by you weirdos

This place was recommended by a friend whom I don't entirely trust (because she's insane).

While we had already decided to visit this region, we were at a loss for which accomodations to choose. Our friend ranted and raved about this particular eco-resort. She said that it was both romantic and an awesome experience.

After we had booked (non-refundable), we came to find out that she'd never actually stayed here (!) She'd driven by fast in a car or something. Who knows? But it was too late. We were signed up for a place that proudly advertised its remote location, lack of electricity, and bathtubs instead of showers.

Now, if you know me at all, you know that I'm not a camping person. I like to be clean. I like to wake up in the morning and take a shower. I like to have a shower in the afternoon. I like to have a shower before bed. Just the way I am. Crazy, I know. So, the mere concept of an eco-resort was a leap for me. What can I say? I'm a boring guy.

Well, except for the ceiling fan, indeed there was no electricity. And our bathing option was a hollowed out wooden log. But that was okay. The TRUE challenge was the WC/restroom/bathroom. Oh boy. It was an area of the bungalow walled off by bamboo poles. I don't mean bamboo wall (as in solid), but rather, um...bamboo see-thru curtain. You wanna talk about getting to know a person.....stay at this place for a few days. But we managed. Code words came in handy. Like, "run for your life!" Or, "for the love of god!! go for a walk on the beach right now!"

Kidding. Kidding.

Not recommended for the faint of heart or easily embarrassed though (like me).

Our bungalow was magnificent. A large beautiful bed draped in a mosquito net. Another large bed suspended hammock-style. And another large hammock-style (suspended on ropes) bed on our outside deck. The deck also had a bathtub for sunbathing/soaking. And oh yeah. The best part. All clothing-optional. As in, nude. As in walk around your bungalow nude. Hang on your deck nude. Chill on the beach nude. Now we're talking eco folks. Fruits and berries. The dawn of man. The exposed genitalia of strangers (rock!)

We explored only a wee bit. The nearby ruins were pretty ruined (this tends to happen with ruins). So, most of our time was spent relaxing on the beach. Reading. Sleeping. Shotgunning drinks. (all while naked). We also managed to get a massage every day, and do a little yoga (it's never really enough).

Since our bungalow had no electricity, each night we fell asleep around 10 p.m., and woke with the sun at 7 a.m. Then it was back to the beach for more sleeping, reading, swimming, and drinking (nude).

My friends, please do not go here. I want this paradise preserved for me, me, me.

I hope to return someday soon.

Glorious.