Tonsai Bay

I suppose there are many beaches. I suppose they all have water, waves, sand or rocks. I suppose in some human presence is so nonexistent that one seems to be on the moon. I suppose there are very few beaches like Tonsai, Thailand, in Krabi province, rich and moist on the Andaman Sea. It simply can not be reached by car, but you must walk. There are small native boats. There are simply not enough people to feel too lonely. Backpackers, good conversations and dramatic silences. Simple cabins are our only shelter, and our light- candles, and the sound of light and discrete waves are the romantic melody.