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Published: September 5th 2007
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Hello again,
I'm currently sitting in our hostel in Alice Springs, Australia, trying to remember what we did last month. Mark is next to me listening to very, very heavy metal and although he has his headphones on I'm relatively certain that everyone in the room can hear the shit that he is listening to.
Anyway, where was I? Koh Chang. That's right.
We arrived on Koh Chang after a 10 hour journey from Sihanoukville, including a 45 minute boat journey from mainland Thailand. Whilst on the bus from Cambodia we met three lads from Worcester who seemed friendly enough - we ended up kicking around with them (and teaching them how to drink properly) for a couple of days on Koh Chang.
After arriving on Koh Chang we managed to get a taxi to the liveliest part of the island called Lonely Beach. We got sorted in a beach hut which was meant for two people (presumably a couple as there was only one double bed). The hut had two hammocks outside, both of which were to be broken by Mark over the course the next couple of days.
We had met a really annoying Irish
teacher in the taxi who ended up at our resort (despite paying for a room in a hotel that had not yet been built!). Her most annoying trait was asking: ''was it fantastic? I bet is was fantastic wasn't it?'' whenever we mentioned doing anything. She also tried to teach us a card game called arsehole however, she was unable to remember the rules. It would appear that on this occasion we had won as she was clearly the arsehole.
After having some food at the resort we decided to check out the nightlife. We ended up leaving the Irish teacher behind with some Koreans (nothing political) and going to a pool party up the road which was mainly full of annoying American twats. After a couple of beers there we walked further up the road to a place called ''The Lemon Bar'' which had a lady boy dee jaying shitty house music and gangster hip-hop. We have subsequently found out that the lady-boys name is Patrick.
Once again; we danced and drank lots of Thai Beer. The following day was relatively uneventful as we ended up staying in bed for the majority of it. That night we
stayed at the resort and had a few beers with the lads from Worcester.
The following day, we hired scooters and drove around the island. We had hired them for 24 hours and therefore, still had use of them for the following morning.
We decided to get up early in order to utilise the time we had with the scooters. All was going well until Mark and I decided to have a mini race around the island. In a desperate attempt to catch up, Dave fell off his bike when a fellow traveller on a moped threatened to pull out of a junction. We had very little time to asses the damage as we were actually on the way back to the shop to return the bikes. Dave was charged 300 baht for scuffing the handlebars and mud guard. His attempt to deny that he had crashed was futile as the woman at the rental shop could see the blood running down his arm.
By this point it was midday and rather than let the accident spoil his day, Dave decided to get pissed. Not wanting to let the poor little bugger suffer alone; I decided to
join him (all day). Mark eventually also joined us when he realised how much fun we were having getting pissed in the sun.
The hours passed as we drank beer and played poker. We hadn't moved for 8 hours. That evening, we convinced the lads from Worcester to come to The Lemon Bar despite the fact that we all had to be up at 7:00am the following morning to leave Koh Chang for Koh Samet. Apparently we had still not learnt our lesson about drinking the night before travelling.
We ended up (once again) getting completely wrecked on Thai beer and whiskey and dancing around like morons. At around 1:00am I decided that I had consumed far too much alcohol and decided to walk back to the hut (barefoot as my flip flops had been stolen outside the club).
After taking a wrong turn, I found myself on a path with steep drops on both side. I distinctly remember thinking ''I really don't want to fall down there as it will really hurt''. Moments later I was toppling down the embankment. Once reaching the bottom, I found that I was initially unable to get back on my
feet as a result of the combination of alcohol consumption and shock. I eventually managed to clamber to my feet and crawled to the top of the embankment.
Realising that I didn't have a clue how to get back to the hut (despite being a five minute walk from where I was) I decided to make my way back to the club by following the music pumping out. On returning to the club I found that neither Mark nor Dave were still there. Chris, one of the lads from Worcester, was dancing on his own and I eventually managed to convince him that he should show me how to get back to the resort.
After struggling back to the hut with no shoes on, I was shocked to find Mark Langan sleeping in a hammock outside someone elses hut. In our drunkenness we had lost the key. David Bradford would return to find Mark and I lying outside the hut shielding ourselves with wet towels.
Our boat back to the mainland was in less than an hours time. After paying for the lost key and asking the manager of the resort to let us back into the
hut, we started to pack frantically. Whilst packing; I made a throw away comment about someone that Dave was chatting to. Dave took this quite seriously and advised me not to say it again. I said it again. Dave then hit me round the back of the head so I threw him off the bed. Mark; baffled by all if this shouted at us: ''What the fuck are you doing?''. Whilst waiting for the taxi to the port, Dave apologised for slapping me. At this point I was unable to forgive him and instead threatened to punch him, lunging forward on a couple of occasions.
The atmosphere for the rest of the journey was a little frosty to say the least with Dave and I doing all we could to avoid each other. Whilst climbing from the boat - back onto the mainland - David's camera fell into the sea. In an attempt to remain stern looking, Dave showed no emotion whatsoever and just shrugged his shoulders.
By the time we arrived on Koh Samet, tempers had cooled and we were back to acting the fool with each other again.
We checked into a hostel and decided
to have an early night. The following day we booked onto a snorkeling trip which was really cool. We went to three different islands and a fish farm. There was a really good looking British girl on our trip who we dubbed ''bond girl'' after watching her emerge from sea before walking up the beach in her bikini just like in Dr. No. I would have to say that I would be Dr. Yes in her case.
That night we went for a couple of beers and ended up watching 'The Departed' at a nearby hostel.
At this point, we had arranged to meet the Irish girls on Koh Panang for Sandra's birthday and the full moon party. As we still had a couple of weeks before the rendez vous; we decided that we would got to Phuket for a few days.
Other that snorkeling; there didn't appear to be much else to do on Koh Samet so we decided to leave for Phuket.
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