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You find yourself paddling a lagoon in the Dr. Seussian islands, about 20 kilometers northwest of Phuket, Thailand. Few words have entered your mind since you began; perhaps none of your vocabulary matches the kind of tranquil beauty around you. That is, until you notice your arms begin to tire from paddling your kayak for the last few hours.<\/p>\n
Your thoughts turn inward, dismissing the nearby beauty for thoughts of lactic acid buildup and why you chose that last bender over a workout. You look down and the reason is slapping you in the face: the damn boat isn\u2019t blown up all the way. Heading through the final cave on your way back to the boat, your arms are a thousand pounds and\u00a0you’re getting more\u00a0pissed with every paddle. We\u2019ve all been there, you begin to hate everything \u2014 the guide sucks for not filling up your boat, the water isn\u2019t clear enough, caves blow, kayaking is stupid, screw Thailand.<\/p>\n
Fuming, you finally reach that pinhole of light that you\u2019ve been plodding towards in the stupid cave. When you finally reach it, the passage isn\u2019t much bigger than when you first saw it at the far end of the cave. You\u00a0lean forward to squeeze through.<\/p>\n
Then it hits you,\u00a0\u00a0not the cave walls, but the reason you\u2019re sitting three inches below the waterline. If the inflatable kayak was totally full, you would never fit. Those three inches give you just enough room to pass through the narrow opening and head to a hidden lagoon sanctuary. Now, that\u2019s something you should work for.<\/p>\n