I transitioned from a bustling city (Ho Chi Minh) to a secluded part of an island called Phú Quốc in just 2 short hours.
When I arrived off the plane, my taxi driver turned down a red dirt road – I wasn’t sure if this was normal or if I was being kidnapped. Spoiler – I was definitely not kidnapped but taken to a lovely (but extremely secluded) resort tucked 10 miles away from civilization. I was staying here for a whole 7 days.
My favorite part of being a nomad is the ability to travel slowly which means I can fully immerse myself in a place.
This gives me the opportunity and time to merge with a culture. Instead of crossing things off my list to see – I can live, work and soak up all the deliciousness a tiny island can offer. This is exactly what I did in Phú Quốc – whether I liked it or not.
Once the second day hit, I realized maybe 7 days was a bit too long to be so secluded. I have a habit of distracting myself with the busyness that life naturally brings me – as most of us do.
Each morning I woke up, had breakfast at the resort restaurant (the only place to eat within miles). I slowly drank my morning coffee as I thought about what I was going to do that day. There weren’t many options so that didn’t take much time. I then got my daily puppy cuddles in with the many beach dogs running around. Very, very important part of the day 😉 ! I would work into the evening, finishing a big writing assignment. After working I would either go into town for a change of scenery or eat at the same restaurant that I ate breakfast and lunch at.
The resort was a dreamy place but if I chose to not go into town that day, I was here on a secluded beach with about 6 other people (that included the resort staff and a couple other guests).
After a couple days on this island, there is nothing to distract you from yourself or your thoughts.
This is probably my 1st experience being in an uninhabited place for so long. It was if I was forced to put a magnifying glass in my mind and emotions to see what was truly going on in there. My thoughts become loud and everything I’ve been feeling for the past couple months was screaming at me – all the good and the bad. I reflected on my journey so far and my heart overflowed with gratitude for the places and people I’ve been able to rendezvous with.
BUT even though I was on a secluded island, I still had access to the news… unfortunately.
Back in the states, things seemed absolutely broken. Not being there and watching what was happening made me frightened, upset and everything in between. I’ve always tried to avoid the news as I am a true empath (as most of us creatives are) and I feel EVERYTHING, all the time. I became overwhelmed with sadness and guilt that I wasn’t there.
Part of me felt like I could make a bigger difference if I were back at “home” but it didn’t feel like home anymore. I wanted to break up with America in the moment I heard the news. I felt so much pain for all the people who were banned from entering my country. My heart broke.
I spent the entire day sending love, healing, and every ounce of compassion I had left back to the States.
I had to come to terms with no matter which side people were on, I can’t stand behind someone who doesn’t believe in humanity. I spent days and days thinking and feeling. At the end, I was ready for some distraction.
I have learned to not run from my feelings and to definitely not run from pain. I had to stare it in the face during my time on this island. I could not ignore it or drown it out with anything. While I was sharing my experience on Instagram, someone commented that I was lucky to escape the chaos. I never saw myself as lucky that week. I felt immense guilt for being away and I had to come to terms with my current position on this planet.
I will do all I can from where I am. I have a voice and I cannot help but use it.
Besides this, I was able to met a lovely Dutch girl at our resort’s Lunar New Year’s party. A timely and wonderful distraction. We spent the evening drinking beers on the beach talking about life, traveling the world and all the things that turn strangers into new friends.
The next morning we shared a cab and went to a beautiful part of the island with the most stunning clear blue water, beach puppies (they are everywhere on the island), and delicious food.
I’m thankful for these interesting 7 days spent here and the people that come into my experience just at the right moments.