Another long trek to another destination. The ferry to Ko Pha-Ngan boasted over 300 day glow wearing douchebags with the social skills and manners of a pack of horny wild chimps. This is the only time in my life where "if you can't beat em, join em" is holding true. I've lost faith in mankind.
The full moon party here is known as the best beach party worldwide. It all started in 1987 at Paradise Bungalows in Hat Rin Nok, for a birthday party. It turned out so successful it became a tradition that grew and grew and now over 30,000 people flock from all over to experience more than 24 hours of sheer madness (not to mention the full months of other party's it holds).
Im hauling ass up a hill trying to find a place called Chill House, I've been hiking about fifteen minutes and I'm dog tired, it looks like the odds of me finding a place to stay are close to nil or the price is extremely inflated. What do you know? I see a familiar face in a restaurant smiling at me. The roles have reversed Alun is now my travel angel. Oh, and he's Welsh, I really screwed that one up. Sorry! We laugh and hug and are just so happy to see each other and sit and have a beer. Looks like the universe has aligned in some odd cosmic way because we find each other when we are down and out. I'm so blessed to have him in my life.
Alun had been robbed the night before, (I sense some karma for that individual) and I was homeless. He had a place to stay and I had money...perfect! So we set to the beach immediately to check out the vibe building up to the big party. I've never seen so many bucket places in my life! The bars are the usual Thai beach club but they have games set up, a death slide, body painters on the beach, a giant public toilet called the ocean, and a jump rope on fire for all the drunk people to use at their disposal, this looks promising.
My 78 year old man bladder has definitely come very close to getting the best of me. Especially in tight situations like here where you pay to use the toilet at any club. Alun thinks i should keep a 10 baht piece pinched between my bum cheeks because then id have a nice bum and i could also use the toilet, yuh ok. The odds of me having a 10 baht are about as good as me drinking water at night. You'd think I'd learn my lesson. Nope. So my very first night here I nearly peed myself. I thought I was ok and I'd wiggle down the beach looking for the nearest toilet sign, my pee dance clearly wasn't fooling anyone. It was obvious and by that point I didn't care. I hiked up my pants and high tailed it to relief. Of course, a 10 baht sign with a coin slot was in my face. I looked around quickly, no one was in sight, and darted to the most concealed place I could find. Ahhhhhh! I've nearly peed myself half a dozen times on this trip. Good greif.
We were about to head in for the night when foam started spewing from one of the clubs. I barely had time to process it and Alun had yanked me into the bubbly mess and I was consumed. What a wild, terrific smelling, soapy experience. Like any logical bucket drinker I ran immediately into the ocean to get the bubbles out of my hair. Sorry mother ocean! Than I realize I was extremely uncomfortable in my soaking wet pants so of course I just took them off and went running down the beach. Luckily our bungalow is close so I didn't have to hightail it far.
By day the music is still pulsing from all around by the spectacular white sand and blue waters have me aw struck. Our place is right on the beach there's nothing like waking up to this every morning and heading straight for the pool.
Fun Fact: oh four five six!
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