I could skip over the next day, pretending I didn't feel a bit lonely after Linus left the island (for Komodo), except it wouldn't be true to my experience. I did feel like something was missing after he left.
I took the opportunity to upgrade to a stand-alone bungalow at about $15/night. It had a truly outdoor bathroom – you could get a sunburn on the toilet in the morning if you weren't quick about it. I do enjoy taking a shower in the open air though, maybe because the water doesn't feel quite so cold.
The day seemed to pass by. I played a bit of ping pong at the invitation of Joe, the owner/manager of Beachwind Bungalows. The entire staff at the place were so friendly, they made my stay on the island all the better.
In the evening, I rented a movie at one of the huts with TV/DVD players by the water. I watched Alfie, and since it began to pour rain, Superbad. The party spot on this night was at The Blue Marlin, which was right behind me. I could hear the pounding house and trance music while I watched my movies. After the rain let up, I checked out the scene and it was dead.
It's nights like these which remind me to appreciate all the more the ones I previously wrote about. I've been writing a lot about what I've seen and done as it's frankly easier than writing about how I feel. Traveling alone continuously reminds me to recognize the good moments – when you connect with a person, see an amazing new environment, or overcome a fear. The sooner you sense the good moment, the sooner you can fully immerse yourself in the experience or feeling. And like the line from The Beach, those moments can last forever.