Against all odds, at the last minute, and once again after chasing down a bus on a motorbike, I caught the last ferry to Koh Pa Ngan on the 30th of December. I was ecstatic to run into Dimple, Jen, Rich and Faye. A nice Okayama crew on a party boat going to a party island. We swopped sordid stories and titilating tales of our holidays thus far, and docked with a bunch of other young party-seekers around 10 in the evening. We phoned for our "complimentary taxi" to come pick us up, but the ringing phone mysteriously turned into an answering machine and none of the taxi drivers knew where our booked bungalow was. A travel agent lady helped us out, and we sat around for about half an hour, listening to people stressing out because they came to the island without pre-booking a place to sleep, waiting for a taxi. Taxis on Koh Pa Ngan means bush-beating trucks with narrow benches built into the back. We got to our accomodation, skipped dinner because the closest open restaurant was miles away, and promptly passed out.
The next day we had pancakes for breakfast, and headed through to Hat Rin, the main party beach in the early morning. There we hung around, eating, drinking, sunning ourselves in bikinis and swimming in the motionless turquoise ocean until night fell. New Year's eve was a mad mass of people, buckets, milkshakes, dancing, getting lost, getting found, true talks on the beach, playing fire (oh how my fingers itched to play again). Dodgy Thai guys that moved in packs, wading into the ocean with my camera (nice one), Tigerbalm Tommy and the plumber, taking photos of some dude's back with a flag painted on it, the Scottish-Nigerian dude who spilled our bucket (promplty getting a punch from me for that one), an SA dude with a tongue ring sitting on a rock, a zillion dudes pissing into the sea, Jen doing eyeliner for me in a nice bathroom, bumguns and memoryloss. Jen and I spent a great deal of the evening looking for Dimple, who we lost at about ten in the evening. We found her the next day around 11am, sitting under a palm tree with some guy who looked after her for the last part of the evening. It was mad, it was brilliant. The sun was high into the sky, and I was still dancing my heart out on top of a speaker with a mad grin on my face, fueled by Thai Red Bull and a lust for life.
We returned to our bungalow with torn clothes and dirty bodies at 11:30 on the first day of 2007, really looking forward to a good sleep. Upon our arrival, we were informed of the 12:00 checkout time, so we managed to squeeze in a shower, packed in a rushed flurry, and went back to nani-nani port for a breakfast, exhausted but smiling. I caught the next ferry to Koh Tao, and Jen and Dimple waited a few hours more to head to Koh Samui.
The next day we had pancakes for breakfast, and headed through to Hat Rin, the main party beach in the early morning. There we hung around, eating, drinking, sunning ourselves in bikinis and swimming in the motionless turquoise ocean until night fell. New Year's eve was a mad mass of people, buckets, milkshakes, dancing, getting lost, getting found, true talks on the beach, playing fire (oh how my fingers itched to play again). Dodgy Thai guys that moved in packs, wading into the ocean with my camera (nice one), Tigerbalm Tommy and the plumber, taking photos of some dude's back with a flag painted on it, the Scottish-Nigerian dude who spilled our bucket (promplty getting a punch from me for that one), an SA dude with a tongue ring sitting on a rock, a zillion dudes pissing into the sea, Jen doing eyeliner for me in a nice bathroom, bumguns and memoryloss. Jen and I spent a great deal of the evening looking for Dimple, who we lost at about ten in the evening. We found her the next day around 11am, sitting under a palm tree with some guy who looked after her for the last part of the evening. It was mad, it was brilliant. The sun was high into the sky, and I was still dancing my heart out on top of a speaker with a mad grin on my face, fueled by Thai Red Bull and a lust for life.
We returned to our bungalow with torn clothes and dirty bodies at 11:30 on the first day of 2007, really looking forward to a good sleep. Upon our arrival, we were informed of the 12:00 checkout time, so we managed to squeeze in a shower, packed in a rushed flurry, and went back to nani-nani port for a breakfast, exhausted but smiling. I caught the next ferry to Koh Tao, and Jen and Dimple waited a few hours more to head to Koh Samui.
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