The best part of Otres Beach is the night Tuk Tuk rides back to your hostel. You and your driver are the only two on the road. The ocean is to the east of you and the dense forest is to the west. The darkness evaporates you. It feels like you are trapped inside yourself. Then you look up. The stars hangs there like an abstract painting. It painfully arrests you into the nostalgia of your youth. You remember the boy you liked but he did not like you back. It stings still. You swat a mosquito from you knees. The road ahead is bumpy and you jump up and down with the motion. You try to make it fun. You don’t want to think about the thick darkness surrounded you. It keeps building. You close your eyes and then you open them. There’s no difference. You think about speaking to the driver but you aren’t sure what to say. You don’t want to sound like the typical tourist. You remain silent. You wonder if he has enough money in his pocket. The engine of the Tuk Tuk competes with the sound of the sea. You fight to hear the natural sound. Your heart pounds. You can feel it through your dress. Your are in another country, miles away from your version of reality. You wonder what they would tell your mother on the phone call. You smile at the driver. He doesn’t see it. He’s look straight ahead to the darkness. You fold your arms. The rocking lulls you. Your eyes close a little. You perk up. Look at the driver. In the dead plastic night your mind wonder about the future of you. You try to stop it. It races like the Tuk Tuk engine. You arrive at your hostel. Safely. Safely. You pay the guy, say thank you meekly to convey your gratitude. The dogs from your hostel are barking up a storm. The noise from your hostel comes outside to greet you. The Tuk Tuk engine still competes with the sea. You walk into the hostel, plop onto the couch and watch TV with your fellow traveling cast mates.