I flung open my wooden bungalow doors with haste, as I usually do each morning to check the sparkling sea below. What mood is it in? What life will it bring to this day?
As I drifted in my hazy state towards my hammock, I noticed a note, placed under a small rock near my shoes at the top of the wooden staircase.
Excitedly, I picked it up. The first thing I noticed was the big, pink lips pressed on the side of the note. My heart sank. Obviously, the note was not for me.I immediately smelt the note. I was overwhelmed by the flowery stench of plastic perfume. Mmmmmmm. Quadruple confirmation. It was not for me.
The blue pen cautiously spelt out its curvaceous squiggles. It looked so pretty.
But why was it here? I’ve only had the occasional friend visit me here. My bungalow is tucked into the mountainous rocks, the furthermost away from the main path. Its hard to find in the dark. It wasn’t there when I got in at 11pm the night before.
I was determined to unravel the mystery.
The first step was very obviously, breakfast. I asked the Thai family in my restaurant if they could read the note.
‘It not make sense. It only half words. Maybe words from Laos? But for sure, not for you! It on your balcony?’
I nodded, loving her confirmation that it was most definitely not for me.
I saw my friends at a local restaurant later that day. My Thai friend said:
‘It is Thai for sure, but I don’t understand what the person trying to say. It does not make sense.
It say I think:
How much for the price. Wrong. To have hurt, one day, one night. Give up already, you understand.’
Fantastic. The mystery has started to unravel. My summary: someone has had a 24 hour stand. The person (I am presuming its a woman) is heartbroken from the fleeting affair. They are pleading to the other person for understanding. They are hoping a pressed kiss and cheap perfume will persuade their fanciful love.
Certainly not me.
But the question remains. Why is it on my balcony?
The truth is, no one knows which balcony is mine. I have not had any one night stands or 24 hour stands. I thought about it being put mistakenly on the wrong bungalow. But there were couples around me – all who are just passing through. And no-one who has been single has stayed in the bungalow next to mine (the most likely mistaken bungalow) for the whole time I’ve been here.
Another English friend suggested it could be the staff. This is very very unlikely as the two possible staff from my resort (a very loose word here in Thailand) and the bungalow next to mine are from Laos and I am pretty sure they can’t read or write. And I certainly don’t feel they harbour any feelings for me.
My bungalow is just in such an out-of-the-way place.
Help me unravel the mystery! Any suggestions on likely stories or scenarios???
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