Full Moon Party- Koh Pha-Ngan
Trip Start Mar 28, 2007
4Trip End Jul 20, 2007
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Full Moon Party, Hadd Rin
Hadd Rinn is a beautiful place except under a full moon where it becomes tropical Club Med bringing together assholes from all over the world. I thought this trashy gathering only happened once a month but no...apparently there are full moon, half moon and no moon parties which mean high octane hedonism every week in Hadd Rinn.
The beach is beautiful...white sands and turquoise waters...rows of baking bodies...I swear you can smell human flesh burning! We met two girls (Shannon & Kasey) on the beach and after striking up conversation we discovered they were from Australia...lived in Melbourne...and are friends with Tezer! (They say 'hi' Tez!!)
We all decided to brave the full moon party and arranged to met another Melbournian Sonia at the "Drop in Bar". To our surprise the Drop in Bar was dead quiet...apparently someone was murdered there the night before. Anyway, we were having a few drinks by the bucket and watching people get "loose"...real loose.
It's common to be besieged by hawkers and tonight there was a gang of little Thai kids... retailing all kinds of paraphernalia- Orchid garlands, glow sticks, penis shaped balloons! Sonia purchased about 25 floral garlands, she was drawn in (or sucked in) by their sweet smiles and overwhelmed by their strong work ethic...it was after all 10.30pm. Joel on the other hand simply resisted...on principal of course. The Full Moon Party clearly wasn't a place for young children to be selling garlands or penis shaped balloons. There were drunken men, topless Swedish women and lets not forget a murderer lurking about. Thai kids (6-10 yrs) should be in bed...ready for a hard days work at the Nike factory...no really...at school.
These kids were super persistent...and so was Joel! They kept harassing, hustling, begging, crying, but Joel stood firm. The children then started chanting at the top of their lungs "Cheap Charlie, Cheap Charlie" but Joel stood firm. I have to say we were so impressed by Joel's dogged determination especially after they changed their chanting to "he is a Ladyboy...he is a Ladyboy". We were getting quizzical looks from people and I'm sure Joel even got a wink or two from other ladyboys!
This chanting persisted for at least half an hour until we all turned around screaming "go to bed". They left but then they came back...and this time they were full of the devils wrath. They circled us and then one of them started to kick me (me??). We were out numbered and scared so we left, quickly...after all someone did die here last night and my guess is it's because they didn't buy a god damn floral garland or a penis shaped balloon.
The night continued and we drank from our buckets and danced the night away. Later, Joel and I were sitting on the beach and I began to feel ill. I tried to get up to find somewhere to throw up...but I couldn't move. I spotted my bucket and threw up in that- "back from whence it came". I love my little bucket.
April 4th, 2007
Hadd Rinn- Chalok Lam Bay- Thongsala- Ban Tai
We hired a motorbike and explored the rest of Koh Pha Ngan We went up to Chalok Lam Bay which is where our friends, Jared and Mae, have purchased a rather amazing plot of land. Perched up in the hills it has the clearest most spectacular view of the bay and neighboring islands. We risked life and limb to get there but it was so worth it. Joel carved his name into a tree and if by chance Jarred & Mae you cut down this tree (when you build) we will kill you. You'll just have to build around it!
We went to Phaeng Falls which the Lonely Planet guide described as magnificent. We met a wounded Israeli guy (wounded from a motorbike accident not from the war) and persuaded him to trek to the top to see this 'magnificent' waterfall. As we trekked we talked...he told us all about compulsory conscription in Israel and why so many Israeli's travel and he also kept mentioning how much the sweat was stinging his open wounds(I imagined the pain to be unbearable). When we got to the waterfall there was just a thin stream of water and apart from that it was dry! So...the waterfall not so magnificent and the wounded Israel not so happy.
We stopped at a steam house run by Buddhist Monks behind Wat Khoa Tham. It's a rustic steam house that pumps in steam mixed with an ancient blend of herbs. This blend of herbs has many healing properties for various skin conditions. It may sound absurd to visit a steam house in country as hot as Thailand but it is strangely invigorating. The steam house is solely dependant on donations from visitors and is well worth the visit. This was the start of our addiction to the lifesyle revloving steam houses...
Random photo, going out to the D man...
Savi & Joel xx