Oh my. Full moon party. There's not a lot more that needs to be said, particularly as neither of us can fully remember it anyway.
After a much needed day of lounging, sunning and aimless wondering, we both arrived at Koh Samui port in a minibus, and were ready for take off, armed with body paint and bacardi breezers and a very healthy last minute meal of a packet of crisps to line our stomachs. The photos will speak for themselves, and will speak infinitely more than any of this can. I originally asked the body paint artists at the port to cover the top of my face, but it soon turned into an epic elongation of dots all the way down to my boobs. It was the first time I had drank anything in a very long time, and a sweaty rave where thousands of people flock to every month with a potential death risk naturally seemed like the most sensible and viable idea. We had already met plenty of people in our travels who were going to be there and had made plans to meet up, but the actual event is just so huge and so few people are aware of what's going on that all of these plans disseminated.
Snapshot memories: Bumping into Jessi Liddle (girl in our year at school who we hadn't seen for five years) of all people (cue lots of screaming and hugging and 'BAH THIS IS SO WEIRD', because it was pretty surreal), meeting Matt the adrenalin junkie from Perth and Cedric the Texan soldier (we spent most the evening with them), Hannah's riding a motorcycle (not actually driving it); the coveted Beyonce shirt dress, losing/spending all of our money, riding the fire slide (not as bad or scary as it sounds), watching the fire dancers, breathers and jump ropers (Matt and Cedric went and jumped the fire rope - 'Oh no it's orright mate it just smells of gasoline'), and chugging god-knows-how-many vodka red bull buckets (n.b. buckets).
Overall, it was bloody brilliant and all of our inhibitions and fears about it being dangerous seemed to fly out of the window upon arrival. As of now, Hannah is on a jet ski, and this evening we're going out with our new gay best friends from Melbourne who live two doors down. Over and out.
After a much needed day of lounging, sunning and aimless wondering, we both arrived at Koh Samui port in a minibus, and were ready for take off, armed with body paint and bacardi breezers and a very healthy last minute meal of a packet of crisps to line our stomachs. The photos will speak for themselves, and will speak infinitely more than any of this can. I originally asked the body paint artists at the port to cover the top of my face, but it soon turned into an epic elongation of dots all the way down to my boobs. It was the first time I had drank anything in a very long time, and a sweaty rave where thousands of people flock to every month with a potential death risk naturally seemed like the most sensible and viable idea. We had already met plenty of people in our travels who were going to be there and had made plans to meet up, but the actual event is just so huge and so few people are aware of what's going on that all of these plans disseminated.
Snapshot memories: Bumping into Jessi Liddle (girl in our year at school who we hadn't seen for five years) of all people (cue lots of screaming and hugging and 'BAH THIS IS SO WEIRD', because it was pretty surreal), meeting Matt the adrenalin junkie from Perth and Cedric the Texan soldier (we spent most the evening with them), Hannah's riding a motorcycle (not actually driving it); the coveted Beyonce shirt dress, losing/spending all of our money, riding the fire slide (not as bad or scary as it sounds), watching the fire dancers, breathers and jump ropers (Matt and Cedric went and jumped the fire rope - 'Oh no it's orright mate it just smells of gasoline'), and chugging god-knows-how-many vodka red bull buckets (n.b. buckets).
Overall, it was bloody brilliant and all of our inhibitions and fears about it being dangerous seemed to fly out of the window upon arrival. As of now, Hannah is on a jet ski, and this evening we're going out with our new gay best friends from Melbourne who live two doors down. Over and out.
Amazing. Jealous. Next year same again eh?
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