I've been in Koh Phangan for some days now, living on Mango shakes, soaking up the sun (well, sweating like a sunburned pig is closer to the truth) and just enjoying life. Travelled down to the island with Mick, who I met by chance in Bangkok, and met up with Lizzie & Mary & George (trio I met in Hanoi) and roomed with two Irish girls, Cuiva (phonetic spelling!!!) and Ger (short for Geraldine). Mary's brother was on the island with a bunch of friends and the group befriended some Aussie guys as well. All in all, quite a number of people. Great to party!
The full moon party itself was not really marvellous - just an ordinary rave on the beach with far too many people. The night before and especially the night after were an absolute hit though. Far better music, fewer people, I really went wild. My legs hurt sooo much from dancing in the sand - was absolutely fantastic. They sell buckets of drink over here - and I never want to taste a drink that comes out of a bucket again. Ugh.
Fire is a big thing over here - a fiery skipping rope, a ring of fire to jump through, twirling sticks, ... you name it, they had it. Unfortunately I don't have any pics from my time here on the island - was too lazy and afraid my camera would get stolen.
Am flying out to Bangkok tomorrow - Manuel is coming down for a few days and I CAN'T WAIT! I guess I'll drag him over to Koh Chang and from then on to Cambodia. But we'll see, don't really want to plan too far ahead, as I am sure you'll agree, it's a complete waste of time with my spontaneity!
