Thailand

We fell in love with Koh Pagnan before we even got on to the mainland. This was due to the great scenery inside the boat. Blonds in hot pants as far as the eyes could see! Oh yeah, the sunset was pretty sweet too!

Everyone was in party mode as we jumped of the taxi in Had Rin, the 4 hour slow ass ferry ride behind us. Now was the hunt for the hostel, and even though it being a good 4 days before the main night itself, most places were booked up, and twice the price as usual. With the hussel and bussel of thousands of 20 year olds lining the bars, streets and hot pant shops, looking for some littler, skimpier ones i recon, time was of the essence for both myself and the Blakester, who by this time was getting anxious that he hadn't has a beer in what must have been a good 45 mins! We booked the hostel, packed the party atmosphere, and f**ked off (sorry mum!) to Had Rin beach to see what all the fuss was about! Amazing! Fire dancing, bucket hats, neons, 'Koh Pagnan' in fire, and every type of music thumping out from loud ass speakers the whole way down the beach.

We were in for a special week!

Met back up with Sam and Carline for a quick catch-up of previous recent madness and a prediction of the madness to follow. The rest of the week invloved many red bull and vodca buckets, Blakey playing on the decks with the heavy records hes been carrying all this time, which was 'FAT', chilling out around the pool hungover, as well as sitting in the sea as it was about a foot deep for 800 meters. Cheap food still available, tuna sarnies were eaten in abundance. The Amsterdam bar was hit, Sam jumped over a rope on fire so fast that it put the flame out, then he fell onto a freshly broken table full of glasses, very nasty as even the vodca red bulls couldn't numb the pain! After a bit of first aid the full moon party was back on track for the day after and the arrival of one of Blakeys mates, Jarman, by walking with his bag on his head from far out at sea to our place was hilarious!! Something in the red bull, or excess of it, made sleeping in the day hard and as more people were recruited by friends of friends or our own recruitage, the only thing for it was to get hair of the bull that bit you. Power dancing was done, weird and wonderful sights were seen, the best being me and Blakey, after a wander down the beach, being at the top balcony to one of the clubs, seeing for as far as the eye can see, a beach which couldnt have been more full of party goers, all raving it up, quality! Boobage was imminent, as was the early morning crash and burn from 4 days of partying, but that wasnt the end.

10am it said on my watch, and the memory of a 10am to 2pm afterparty flyer came drifting back into my thoughts of the carnage of last night. But what about today?! Enough sleep was probably had so why not round up the troops for a re-run! Re-bandage. Taxi. Quick search. Then back on it!! After feeling more on form than yesterday, and seeing lots of people who hadnt had the sleep break, an amazing day was had! People as old as my dad still 'stumble' dancing, girls still with party clothes on (just about) and guys with the borat man-kini on were sights for drunken eyes! The music was spot on too, a bit of Tribal House to bounce too while doing the rounds of talking to everyone, who still could, while watching Sam hop dance about and talk to anyone and everyone!!

What a week.

All the madness had to end in a crazy way, and what better than a 23 hour bus journey which included getting conned of a fat ugly Thai Maog (half man half dog - but really a woman) for a free bit of paper! Sleep wasnt too bad, and Malaysia, more specifically Kuala Lumpur, was reached with a good few hours to spare before the Grand Prix!

To be continued........