Generally, I wouldn't take a 10 hour flight, a near 6 hour bus ride, an hour long ferry, topped off with another 40 minute long bus ride to reach a remote fisherman's village at the southern most tip of a island in Thailand, where I would confine myself for the following 14 days. But this wasn't any given trip.
Months before, I came across a workshop to learn a few techniques in Thai Yoga Massage. The 5 hour workshop flew by, and I found myself eager to learn more. The thought of taking lessons to be certified intrigued me, but the thought of taking lessons in Thailand had me sold. That was really all it took for me to make the long journey to the little village of Bang Bao.