Sometimes we become unaware of each other. And over time, we begin to take even the simplest of gestures for granted. Simple gestures which have somehow turned into reflexes without any thought. Gestures such as a gentle nod of approval, or even holding hands eventually become overlooked.
Koh Chang is where it all began. Our first scooter, or as we like to refer it to as the “putt putting” machine (because the engine makes this continuous putt-putt-putt-putt sound when you’re on the go). It was the most brilliant decision Phil made for our trip, despite our initial fear of broken bones and road rashes. The scooter opened up a whole new perspective for us. We were no longer restricted to the five-mile radius around our hostel. We no longer had to wait for shared tuk tuk rides. We were always on the go, and we went everywhere we pleased and stopped whenever we wanted to.
Sitting in the back as Phil weaves us through the traffic, dodging pot holes from ill constructed roads, getting lost on the mountain trails in utter darkness, or getting drenched from sudden downpours has become my favorite part of the day. It’s when we make up silly songs to sing aloud as if no one can hear us. It’s when I get to wrap my arms around his waist and feel him breathe steadily. It’s also when he suddenly becomes the little spoon. It’s when I stretch my arms out and attempt to flap them as fast as I can, pretending to fly. It’s when I get to close my eyes and rest my head on his back after a long day out. I’ve never felt safer, never closer, never freer.