Abruptly, I left the small room, which had a mattress on the floor, and took my chances down the trail. Was not keen to be staying in an empty room for the night – alone, nor was I happy at the turn of events. Split second, lightning speed, I made a decision and abandoned my sanity on the floor mattress.
The trail proved to be tricky at night. I wasn’t worried about the insects, nor the semi-darkness and the walk was brief on rough terrain. I was keen to lose myself tonight, to drown my disappointment in whatever way.
My friend was kind enough to accommodate me at such a late hour, and upon seeing my sweaty face, cold drinks were readily available. Flashed a smile, without a pause, I set into the mood as I walked inside.
I was not alone, there were others who sought similar isolation, sitting in the shadows but at a distance; softly whispering, enjoying their refreshments. I cannot help but curse at the night. Wasn’t so difficult to relate my thoughts to my friend. I needed a short break from everything, and to nurse my unhappiness.
Soft music in the background, almost reminded me of the annoying lounge-music. But at least the companion is sympathetic, and the presence is comforting.
Zashnain
An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury
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