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Well… The night before full moon was supposed to be one of rest and relaxation in preparation for the big one but it just wasn’t to be… Sarah was feeling the strain and went to bed good and early and Georgie and I decided we would just pop along to Glacier bar on the beach for a little one while she span some fire. Of course the problem with having a little one on Koh Phangan is that it never really stops there, it’s always cheaper to get a bucket than a couple of drinks and lured by the budget thats what we did. Georgie span some wicked fire – really getting into it and pulling off new tricks all the time and I slowly worked my way down the bucket.
Feeling all excited having played in front of the biggest crowd yet Georgie was a bit wired and one bucket turned into two… And so on!
Again somehow we managed to end up thoroughly pissed dancing like fools until Georgie realised she was far too drunk to carry on and we wobbled back to bed.
FULL MOON PARTY day!!!!!
It started horizontally on the beach as usual in a combination of tanning and recovery, only ever venturing off it for food. By midday the beach was rammed with people who have probably all crawled out of their huts because the sun had started to heat them up just us. It was a beautifully clear day and as the sun started to set the previous nights effects of the buckets had started to lift and with it the excitement and crowds grew, we sat on the sand and watched the sky turn vividly pink while the full moon rose out of the sea above us and made the sea sparkle.
We got some grub and then started the mammoth task of getting painted up… Bear in mind that I’m with two girls who love to faff and can’t make their minds up for shit… I think we managed to get all good and ready in a record three hours, which trust me is a big achievement! Georgie went for the standard more is more approach to body paint, Sarah went for a subtle line of hearts from top to bottom and I went for my world famous under water themed full sleeve – we looked the nuts!
While I was waiting for the girls to get ready I managed to sink best part of a bucket all by myself so by the time we stepped onto the sand I was already half pissed. We looked the part, I certainly felt the part and the beach was THE part – already crowded with party goers and vibrating from the thumping bass it was glorious. Having slowly worked our way up to it for a week we wasted no time and got bang on it. We started with a quiet drinkipoos at Glacier, watching some fire and of course Georgie had a go too, she played to the biggest crowd she ever has and they loved it! She went down a storm!
We finished our first bucked and then went along to see Sanny for a proper bucket – word is that some unscrupulous bucket sellers fill their buckets with cheaper spurious booze, I’m not saying Sanny is one of those sellers, all I’m saying is one of Sanny’s buckets always sees us alright.
A new addition since the last time we were at full moon was a couple of first aid tents, to one side of each tent was a large fenced off area carpeted with crash mats and even well before midnight they were full to bursting with people who had passed out and were throwing up all over themselves… It was an awesome sight and the perfect advert against binge drinking, bless them it was such a spectator sport people were passing by and taking pictures of the worst ones… It was like a big petting zoo of beached whales just rolling about and groaning. We sat for a while so not to burn out to soon and bumped into a guy we had met a few months ago in Lombkok called Benji – a great guy and loads of fun, we chatted to him and his girl for a while about where we’ve all been and what we’ve all seen but before long the buckets had battered Sarah and before she got as bad as the beach wale brigade she staggered off into the night to go and pass out in the dignity of our beach hut.
Georgie and I stayed and partied with Benji and his Mrs until the wee small hours when finally Georgie had had enough too – like a gentleman I walked her back to our hut and put her to bed, then headed back out through the crowds and the UV displays to dance some more with my Lombok buddy.
I was under orders to go and get the girls when the sun started to rise so I said my goodbyes to Benji and staggered off down the beach to our little hut. I tried to wake the girls but they were having none of, it they were still far too pissed and the hut had a stale air of fresh sick about it so I got myself a beer and sat on the beach watching the sun rise over the still pounding beach, the wreck head ravers dancing in the sea and the now exposed lovers rolling in the sand… It was beautiful but I too was completely done-in and knowing that I probably only had an hour or two of quality sleep before our hut turned into the oven I dragged myself off the beach and went to bed in a spinning room.
I’m sure you know exactly how the following day went… Hard!
Ousted from our room by 10 am because it was, as predicted, like an oven (perfect for a hangover) we took refuge on a beach under a shady palm drifting in and out of sleep all day long. We managed to book our tickets away from party central Koh Phangan for the following day while we had a few moments of energy and ventured out for dinner – but that didn’t last long and an early night was the only option left. All in all our time on Koh Phangan and at the full moon party was awesome, we were glad to have ventured away from Haad Rin if only for a day and this time round I’d managed not to get fighting with anybody at full moon which is always a bonus but as always I was sad to be leaving. The full moon party was every bit as good as last time and I’m pretty sure Sarah had the time of her life in amongst all the thumping music, white sand and cheap grog.
Hangovers gone we were faced with the sweaty trek across the peninsular to Koh Phi Phi and the less said about that journey the better…