Journeys From A Small Room

I arrived in Ban Krut without a plan — and that was the point. The beach felt wide and empty. The sand was soft, the water calm.

I walked for a long time, passing only a few fishermen and one or two couples. No vendors. No noise. Just waves and wind moving through the trees.

That evening, I ate grilled fish at a small local place by the road — plastic chairs, a cold drink, perfect food. I went to sleep early with the sound of the ocean outside my window.

The next morning, a few locals walked the beach. Fishing boats moved quietly in the distance. It felt private, like the beach belonged to only a handful of people.

Ban Krut didn’t try to impress me. It didn’t entertain me. It simply gave me space — and that’s exactly why I’ll remember it.