This is the story of what the meditation retreat I went to in the South of Thailand in a Buddhist monastery ( I don’t want to name them in case they find out I killed mosquitoes while I was there) was like. There were about 136 of us of which about 130 were Caucasians with about a 60:40 guy to girl ratio. Most of them were, I suspect, between 20-30 years, with a handful of seniors and some who seemed to be going through a mid-life crisis. About 20% of them would drop out over time before the course was over. On Day 0, we were told to surrender all our electronic devices, watches, books and writing material and warned not to talk to each other or risk getting expelled from the monastery. I sneaked some writing material in but, like most others, adhered to the other demands to embark on a journey when every day was pretty much like the other. This is my story. Waking up The bell at the 2 storey bell tower ran punctually at 4 am every morning and the ringing went on for a