Landed on a tropical island: I sacrificed and I am blessed, I think…

Els regularly stays on Koh Phangan. Her son Robin has opened a coffee cafe on the island. 

I have sacrificed and I am blessed, I think.

Had a delicious Nepalese dinner with a friend yesterday.
She and her boyfriend have been living on Koh Phangan for years, on the beach.

She was born in Belgium and speaks with an accent that I envy.
It is a beautiful person with a warm heart, just like her sweetheart.

She tells what to do in Tong Sala these days.
The annual boat races are back on, there is an annual fair and
there are also a kind of floats in the form of boats with monks on them,
who are trying to raise some money for the temples.

She had already been to look and tells that she sacrificed and that she is blessed.
She even got a string from a monk.
All very special.
She knows our family well and knows that times have been difficult for a year now.
We talk about it often enough.

Gosh, she suddenly says: Why don't you go to that monk.
You could use some blessing, wouldn't you?
You go there, you sacrifice what…you never know.

Today I think about her advice and decide to go for it.

Watched the boat race, visited the fair and
then look for a car-boat with neon lighting.

Yes, there are the floats, neatly in a row.
At all boats I bring some baht for charity.
A kind monk, thank you for my offering
and I get tied a yellow cord.
I make a wish.
At the next boats, no more strings, but big splashes with a kind of holy water.
I have no idea what happened, but suddenly tears roll down my cheeks.
It could also be from the water stinging my eyes.

Nevertheless:
I have sacrificed, I have been blessed, and I have made a wish.
I think the tide has turned.

On the way back I'm already lucky, a taxi is tearing up on my side of the road.
With a quick maneuver I avoid fate.

Go home quickly to recover from the shock in the hammock and wait for the future.

That future, it is not easy yet.
At night there is a whopper of a huntsman spider high in the corner near the ceiling.
I barely dare to look at him.
For these kinds of emergencies, I have large spray cans with poison ready in strategic places throughout the house.
When I climb onto the bed and attack from there, there is not enough spray power
to convert this copy, I can already see that.
Panic.
The best thing is to move a chair closer and attack from there.
I really don't dare, that's way too close.
Then I remember that I have resolved to be afraid of nothing at all, and certainly not such an innocent spider.
Unfortunately, my intention doesn't work for a meter.

I send a message to Anais, the neighbor on the right.
She arrives right away, also armed with a spray can.
Anais is also afraid of spiders, but not as much as I am, she dares to sit a little closer on the chair.
We attack with 2 spray cans at the same time.
It's still quite a fight and slowly but surely, the spider shrinks and breathes its last breath.

Anais is my heroine today and that should be toasted with an icy Leo.
In situations like this, a good neighbor is better than a distant friend.

In my bedroom the poisonous air of 2 large empty spray cans hangs, I almost fall over myself.
Sliding doors wide open and the air conditioning running at full power and especially not thinking about what could creep in again.

How long does it actually take for a blessing to start working?