We woke to calm – the storm had left and we were certain of another glorious day in Koh Lanta. I ran a warm bath, flung open the shutters in our bathroom (totally bliss) and once more absorbed the setting – we were situated right in the middle of a spring of palm trees.
My husband is a great navigator, he also patiently taught me to drive (which was quite the challenge to say the very least), he also had a scooter long before I met him. He often reminisces about this time in his life, and I always smile and imagine him on his mint green Vespa. The scooters available for hire where a little more modern in age, but of course I knew I was in safe company – he selected us two helmets (flowers for me, naturally), and off we went…
Without a graphic detailed account (we’re all women here), the scooter had truly pushed me over the edge! And my dress, yes that beautiful dress was now all I had to wear until we returned back to our hotel.
Arriving back, we returned our scooter and said goodbye to a brilliantly short-lived fairy tale. Later that evening, I looked at my husband over dinner and quietly told him that ‘it had been one of the best days of my life, spent with him.'