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Sooo... where was I... er... Oh yeah! I was leaving the awesomely awesome filled with awesomeful awesomeness island of Koh Tao. Where to After that? Koh Pangan island to get to the full moon party...

Where to begin... the boat trip was a little sad because had to say
goodbye to all the people of Koh Tao. When we landed in Pangan we
found a single room to share. We were gonna be there for just one
night so we really just needed a place to leave our luggage... As soon
as the admin was done we made our way to the party beach... What can I say. Thailand has some beautiful beaches... But we were early and the madness hadn't quit kicked in. So we did what anyone would do at a full moon party. The three of us got three buckets and we downed them.

But let me explain what a bucket really is. It's a small little
bucket, of course, that one fills with a concoction that would make UN
meetings seem amazing. Basically it's a can of soda, a bottle of
concentrated redbull (it's got a mean kick... the stuff back at home
aint got shit on this) and a whole nip of vodka or local rum... we had
the rum. And we had it quickly.

So before we new it we were in the party mood. Two DJ's I had met at a party in Koh Tao had told me to go to the bar at which they were
playing and they'd get me free mushroom-shake, weed, and some other drug I had never heard of but they seemed very excited so I knew I should be very afraid. So we found the bar - which was up on a hill, through some winding paths in a maze of bars, parties and lost
inhibitions. Said DJ was still playing and was quick to call to a
friend of his to organise us a mushroom shake (which wasn't free but
he got us a good discount). We shared it... it went down ok but I
don't know at which point I got high. But by this time the party had
kicked in.

Let me set you the scene. It's a long stretch of beach about a
kilometer long. There are bars lined up with speakers towering about
two stories hire pumping drum&base, techno, house, hip-hop and rock.
Thousands of people litter the beach, buckets in hand and narcatics
streaming through they're bodies. couples lie across the beach caught
in intoxicated ecstacy in what can only be described as public
foreplay. You pass people speaking in German, Swedish, Dutch,
Isreali-talk and other Arabic speak, all equally fucked.

And so was I.

I was very high at this point

But the night went on... I lost my friends... and my wallet... kept
talking to French people who can't speak English. Met a girl from
Holland. Impressed her with my Afrikaans. Her friends were bitches and didn't realise I could understand them... The sun came up... And the freaks were still going... and I was one of them...

Part 2