Kho Pha-Ngan in 5 words is 'even better than Koh Tao', and at the time of me thinking that I was just scratching the surface.
Day 1 - Arrival on Koh Pha-Ngan (and toilet trip)
From the pier to my "resort", I felt very uncertain that my driver knew where he was going. This wasn't only because of the blank stare he gave me when I showed him the address of my accommodation, but more the fact that the only advice given to him on it's location, was by someone I would refer to as a 'cat-lady'. Nevertheless, he assured me it was OK and '100 baht!', and soon I found myself sitting on the back of a rickety moped-taxi, complete with my entire rucksack and sleep deprivation from my last night in Koh Tao (where I bumped into some people I'd met in Bangkok), panicking that I had just been whizzed off the comfort of the main road, and taken down the bumpy and puddle-filled side allies of this - slightly more developed - little island.
However, on arrival, I was stunned. Not by the similar looking 'cat-lady' behind reception, but more by the beauty of my beach front accommodation. The view of Koh Samui (the third in the triplets of Thailand's Gulf Islands), was breathtaking over the vast ocean that spanned in front of me. And not just visible pleasures. As I settled in to have a 'think' about my next blog post, I noticed that there was a flusher on the toilet! Huzzah! Things were looking up.
Pretty soon, my thoughts turned to the event on that evening that had brought me to that particular island, on that particular day; The Half Moon Party. Having little over 6 hours before the party started I was a quite anxious that I needed to meet some people, and befriend them enough so I wouldn't be turning up alone. It seems that this is one of the most common things that has been running through my mind since I arrived on my travels. Travelling alone. The three worst things about travelling alone are as follows; Firstly is as I have mentioned. Meeting people is easy enough once you get into the flow of it, but each different country or island, is as if you're starting from square one; new place, new people. Secondly, things tend to be more expensive. Rooms are paid for by you, not split between two. I personally feel more susceptible to getting ripped-off as I have no-one to bounce off of, and negotiate an acceptable price. And lastly, you can't put suncream on you're own back. Bits of it, yeah. But never the whole thing.
Apart from all that, fuck it. Bring on the Moon Party.
Day 2 - The Half Moon Party
I woke up on the floor of my reception area in the hot sun. I had apparently lost my key. I have three deep cuts on my shin, and my mouth tastes like I'd been dared to eat a pint of sand. Apologising to the young girl at reception I asked for another key, which she grudgingly handed over, saying it was the last one. I thanked her and crawled back to my room.
After getting out of bed properly at a cool 3pm, I staggered over the resort next door, Weangthai, (where I had wondered into the previous day, following a lovely young lady's behind. (Turned out to be the best decision I made as that is where I met everyone I was with for the Moon Party, and was now where I was spending pretty much all of my time)) to see if anyone knew more about my night than I did. They did not. Half Moon Party, fucking fantastic.
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