Full moon party

So we returned to Koh Phangan for the full moon party. We had enjoyed our 'detox' on Koh Tau (cause that worked! ha.) and we were now back and ready to party once more. I had a sprained ankle but that wasn't going to keep me from one of the biggest beach dance parties I know of - 15 000+ of all the party people from every nation joining together for one night of drunken dancing debauchery.

So Aussie and I headed to the beach around 8:30pm or so and met up with a group of maybe a dozen other aussies who we had seen chilling on the beach in deck chairs. Being sworn enemies in all environments, we were instantly embraced, offered some free buckets and so our night began.

Buckets, a couple of beers and a bottle of whiskey thrown in for good measure later, and we were well on our way to a night of questionable remembrance. After maybe an hour we decided glow paint was in order for true party atmosphere and so we headed off to grab our own to achieve some awesome personalized sty-leez.

Me the next morning (after a rinse in the sea)...



The design I chose and why my night was such a laugh...

Before it all began...

The bucket stalls all along the beach...

After slapping on the paint my night took a turn; that's for sure. With the paint making my back look like madonna's lips on shrooms, we sat down for a few more beers and settled in to wait for a more sensible dance hour like 1am or so.

In comfy deck chairs, sitting dumped out like boy racers in a bucket seat, our eyes mere slits, we watched the night pass by. Reaching a level of relaxation whereby mz body was beginning to resemble melted cheese, I was rudely broken free five minutes later by a tap on my shoulder. Curious as to what was wanted I turned around to find two grinning girls smiling down at me. Huh? Wasn't sure what was going on but I liked where it looked to be headed and I instantly, compassionately, forgave them.

"Free Kisses?" one of them asked, pointing mischeviously behind me.

Oh shite! Of course! My back! I'd completely forgotten about it already. But rising to the occassion (literally), I jumped up, landed a few wet ones on her and her friend (and then a few more) and then went back to the drinkin (I mean there were literally thousands of single girls at this place so why the rush to end the night so soon?).

Mmmm. So from there the night progressed to non-remembrance. Awesome times were had I'm sure though. Haha, no. I remember it. Dancing, walking the beach, chasing after Grant, grabbing snacks like a burger, more drinking, more dancing and in between, more kissing.

By the next morning I was actually declining kisses as it was just getting to be too much. And what am I doing still on the beach you ask? With the "literally thousands of single girls" on hand? Guess it was just a night to dance and a once in a life time (so far) occassion where that came in a close secod but a second all the same (I was also quite pissed and wasn't really caring about much at this stage anyway).

It turned out pretty sweet really. Awesome night. Perfect next morning too.

Watched the sun rise lying on a picturisque white sand beach (ignoring the spilt beer, urine stains, vomit and rubbish littering it), lying next to two of the most beautiful Swiss girls I have ever laid eyes on (ignoring the fact they were high on mushrooms and conversation was stilted to say the least), sipping the last of my beer (ignoring the fact it was warm, picked up off the beach and full of sand), and listening to the music in the background, the dancers and the party in general slowly wind to a close (ignoring the fact the music was trance, the dancers all high on something and that the party was going to continue for another 6 hours easy). Like I said; perfect morning.

Then I went to grab Grant from mellow mountain and it was back to the guesthouse with plenty of laughs along the way before crashing onto a bed and sleeping the rest of the day away.