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Published: August 11th 2008
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Pool party
taken just before i get soaked with that bucket of water So we arrived on the boat from Ko Tao to Ko Pha Ngan, was a quick 2 hour boat trip and everyone on the boat was on top form as the next couple of days, we were just going to party. Now of course Suzanne and Denise had pre booked their accommodation (5*) and i arrived 2 days before the full moon with no accommodation booked when thousands of people were flocking to the island to revel in full moon madness, luckily i was able to wrangle a bungalow and though it was more than i wanted to pay, i had somewhere and it was in walking distance to the main beach but far enough away that if it got to much, I could escape to my quiet abode.
The partying atmosphere of everyone was contagious so we quickly got into the thai whiskey and started to enjoy what the full moon party is all about. That night was the infamous pool party at the coral bungalows so at about 11 that night we left the bar to see what all the fuss was about. Now at this point, I will admit that I was tipsy and in the mood for
madness but even i was astounded by the sight of the pool party. The pool seemed to have thousands of people in it, so you could just make out the water. These people were clearly having fun, with water fights, various states of undress, backpackers believing that they had met their soulmate 10 minutes previously were now fornicating in full view, at that point i made the decision that the pool was too much for me so i decided to rule the stage instead, after many hours of dancing and laughing, we decided to head back as it was starting to get light and we wanted to be in full form for the pre full moon party that night so we jumped on the back of a motorbike which in my denim skirt was surely a spectacle for passerbys and headed home knowing that the next few days were going to be madness on a different level to what anyone of us had experienced before.
The next day we headed down to the beach and chilled for the afternoon, the girls in the sunshine and me in the shade of the numerous bucket stalls getting themselves ready to make a
Buckets
So good but so so bad killing. I headed back to meet Kaley, a Canadian that we met in Ko tao who was going to join us for the full moon and due to lack of accommodation was going crash in my bungalow making it more affordable for the 2 of us. Due to Kaleys arrivial we of course had to celebrate, otherwise we would be rude but together came to the conclusion that we should save ourselves for the next night so tonight would be a quiet one. one of the restaurants was showing the sex and the city movie so we decided to get some food, have some beers and watch the movie, by the end of the movie we had quite a lot of beers and decided to head to the beach, our visions for a quiet one were out the window as to cut a long story short, I arrived back home at quarter to 12 the next day, it was a great night though i should apologize to the randoms i was talking too, I can really talk a lot of nonsense. ok so these buckets contain a quarter bottle of whatever alcohol you want (mine was the thai whisky, one
can of softdrink and the tiniest bottle of red bull. the tiny bucket shouldnt fool you though as it is strong stuff and even when i got back to the bungalow, I was on a cafeine high and just couldnt sleep so I chilled out, got myself a massive feed (of western food no less) and headed back to the beach to see if this full moon party really did live up to the hype, the fact that i had no sleep from the night before seemed to be a bit of a problem but I figured the buckets would soon sort it out.
Thousands of people were living it up on the beach, dancing, chilling out watching the firedancers, getting covered in fluorescent paint and of course drinking, now this is when the buckets started to longer be my friend but seemed to fuel my alter ego, I remember deciding that the stage is where i wanted to be so off i went, the stage was heaving and i was trying to get up when some nice guy tried to help me up and in doing so i pulled him right off the stage, now you think i would
say sorry, offer him a drink but no, i was happy that there was more space on the stage and starting dancing my merry little arse off, I also remember being behind the bucket stalls, pretending to be a cockney market trader and getting some random girl to stop and take a photo of me on her camera!!! After doing that for bout an hour i got chatting to people who decided to save the stall holders from me which i cant understand why, im sure i was good for business. Well anyway they bought up the idea of milkshakes and it seemed like a perfect idea so off i skipped behind them (i liked to skip that night as you will find out later in the story) and was in the queue for my banana milkshake when i realized that these were not ordinary milkshakes, these were magic mushroom shakes - i decided to pass after all they just saved me from pretending to be delboy, buckets were my drug of choice so i went off to find the girls. I don't know why i thought i would be able to find them, there were thousands of people and
at this point, they were dancing like wild things or sleeping on the beach, from the corner of my eye i saw a huge crowd so went to see what was happening, this was a mistake. So i get there and wrangled my way to the front when i see a big massive skipping rope, this skipping rope was then covered in some kind of petrol and set alight and people were skipping in it, they made it to 5 turns of the rope when they started yelling for the next person to join in when lisa (one of the thai stall holders that i decided to make my new best friend earlier in the evening) saw me and started shouting my name, i of course refused but she didnt let up and suddenly the whole crowd were shouting Go Claire, Go Claire like i was on the Jerry Springer show, never one to turn down a challenge no matter how stupid the challenge may be, i went for it and made an impressive 20 turns of the rope getting myself a tshirt in the bargain, as i went to collect my t shirt, I stepped back onto the rope
burning the back of my ankle in the process, my full moon party was complete, I had an absolute ball, achieved the full moon party injury so decided to head back to base at around 6. I remember getting back to the hotel and looking at it like it was the gates to heaven, i was home and i could sleep, which was a lot more than most as i stepped over numerous comatose bodies on the beach.
The next day was a hard day but i managed to pull myself up to get some breakfast/lunch and it was a funny sight, everyone looked like death and had some type of injury, we were all basically the walking wounded, all dying from hangovers but happy to be alive.
Did it live up to the hype, absolutely, it will take me days to recover but boy what a party!
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