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.
It was a perfect half moon though...
We drank together, headed down to a bar we'd scouted out the previous day, met up with some more drinkers and proceeded to 'prepare' ourselves for dancing over a couple of games of pool.
It's a massive psy-trance dance off with glow paint everywhere...
Now things start to get interesting.
After a bit of pool and a few more drinks, me and aussie realise we're in with the two german girls. Though we're both as sharp as a thimble when it comes to picking up signals, this time it wasn't too hard as they were both saying they wanted to sleep with us out loud - only it was in German. Thankfully the Dutch guy translated but was quickly shushed by the girls and we played like we hadn't heard him. He tells us to go with a bit of a wink and the four of us head off to the half moon party together.
We walk the whole way and when we arrive we last like 10 minutes on the dance floor before my german girl starts to act funny. I was getting real paranoid and was asking her friend if she thought i was a bad kisser or something (she'd started to pull back and i was figuring maybe i was too wasted?) but she assured me it was nothing like that. then the girl tells me she has a boyfriend and takes off! What the hell?! So i go after her (no idea why) and so too do Aussie and his girl. the other german girl wants to find her and we figure she's started for home and are about to ditch the germans all together and go back to the party when she suddenly reappears.
Next thing I'm walking her home and Aussie and the other german are back to the party. We get back to her place and decide a swim is definitely in order. She'd been on about swims all night and so we head out into the ocean. 150m later and we're still only ankle deep and stumblin along through sharp as hell coral. We realise a swim just ain't gonna happen and decide to head in.
So we head back to her hut and head in for the night. She goes into the bathroom to do whatever girls do and i stripped down and went to get into bed. Then i hear voices outside and realise it is Grant and the other German girl! I run to the door and using all of my german vocab, start to yell "Nein, nein!" but next thing i know they're there at the door. I was about to open my mouth and tell Grant to head for the beach when I notice that his german girl is covered in blood. Huh?
Turns out they'd got a taxi back from the party real soon after us and had run instead of paying (Germany's idea). Running through a dirt car park some dogs had barked at them and Aussie had jumped away from them in fright andsmacked straight into the german, sending her flying. Nice moves, haha.
So I go grab my antiseptic dry powder, play doctor for a bit and when me and aussie realise that the night with these two is truly over we decide to head back to the party. All we end up doing when we arrive is pass out as it's about 7am and we're dead beat! Met this awesome hot chick though and decided to start kissing every girl i meet on the cheeks and lips and say it is a traditional kiwi greeting. She goes for it all good, hahah.
The next morning... it was still going when we left at around 10am!
So packing it in, we headed back to the beach and our guesthouse around 10am as we had a boat to catch i didn't want to miss. Walking Aussie home was tops too. he was a goner. kept falling asleep on the side of the road and wobbling all over the place. cars were swerving out of the way (all two of them) and having a right old laught at us.
when we got home, we slept in till 2 on the beach. Aussie in a hammock and me on the sand. Got wicked sun burnt and then started drinking again at the afterparty further down the beach. and now i'm sitting here waiting to head to a new island and start again (our tickets were transferable luckily as we missed the boat by a heap)
In the sober(ish) light of day I also find I'm covered in mustard and sauce. Front, back, all over. No idea why or how. We also have to admit that we ended up spending more time walking to and from the place than we actually managed inside of it. And it cost us like 25 kiwi to get in which is heaps over here! We've made a pact that there'll be no girls at the full moon...
