For the first time in ages I was not weighed down by a massive backpack, which somehow gains a kilo in weight every time I fly, and was only carrying the basic essentials: a fanny pack filled with cash, sunnies, a tooth brush, toothpaste, ferry ticket, phone, gopro, and the clothes I was wearing.
The ferry I piled in on had people throwing up already, lying on the floor or across seats, ill and incapable. It was a gross war scene.
Whilst walking in I met two argentinian guys and a south african, all traveling together, friends from couch surfing of the past. There was mauro (or frodo), juan, and johan. After picking up snacks and redbulls at 711, I followed them to their bungalow for a much needed 3 hour nap. At 4 we made our way to haadrin, the party beach, for the new years festivities to begin.
We grabbed dinner and took turns running across the street to buy various fluoro garbage to wear and better fit in with the retardedly dressed party animals all over. The drinks started slow with 711 beers and then we met up with the massive group of friends they had been trying to find for body painting and other pregaming. The people were funny and I had a field day painting people up. The whole group was wearing qweird white sheets to look like togas and have some goofy unifying nature.
Whilst wandering on another beer run I ran into paz, the ginger israeli I had met at the 4000 islands. Decided I wanted to catch up with him and then maybe try to toga reuinite later. We wandered and I met a bunch of his friends, and before we knew it we were on buckets. He was painfully sick, coughing up a lung every few minutes, which was kind of niggly.
As the beach scene picked up hard it was a massive rave with thousands and thousands of people, going wild in their neon glory. Somehow, I spotted jacob. I ran over to him, and once he recognised me through my fluoro face paint, we hugged and decided that we had to at least spend some time hanging. We bough more buckets, watched crazy crowds, danced, and eventually saw the epic new years countdown. Afyer more intense raving, so koh phangnan on the massive beach covered with people, we went to get food (to be honest I only know this because of pictures... I was trying to timelapse the night on my gopro, but most of the pictures are crap because of the darkness and whatnot). Then, I think we decided to go for a wee nap time break, which ended up being th end of the night for me (3ish I reckon).
I woke up in his hostel to blaring music downstairs a couple of times, alone (he went back out) and at 830 decided it was finally time to get up and evaluate the scene of the night before. He was staying in a hostel right in the middle of the party (mind you, I came to the island with no plans of accomodation so the fact that I got a proper nights sleep was amazing, especially since the rain was on and off pissing down for the whole beginning of the night). There were still people dancing downstairs, or whatever you could call random weird movements in a zombie like fashion to music, and outside was a war scene. The beach was destroyed with filth and disgusting bottles left everywhere, people passed out in restaurants, on the ground, and in their own spew. The clinic was filled with people with broken ankles and wrists, limping bleeding bodies, and people being carried by friends for immediate attention. Apparently also some british guy got shot and killed the night before between an accidental thai gang fight. Absolutely mental. There were people with patched eyes and no one looked quite right.
Somehow, by amazing chance I ran into paz on the beach (crazy when there are 50000 people to run into someone you know, not once but twice!) And we went for brekky and people watching.
We decided to get oil massages, and I was just so thrilled to be awake unscathed and with all of my belongings. Such a successful new years. After a bit I was heading off to the pier, but wanted to buy sea sickness pills first, and on my way to the pharmacy ran into jacob. Again! We said our good byes, I got my pills, and I was off to catch the boat back to koh tao. The arg and sa guys from the day befor were on the same trip so we caught up briefly after I was done dealing with the slowest and most retarded checkin process ever, where I was sure I was going to miss my boat due to the stupidity of the thai front desk people. We slept on the rocky boat, and after not too long, I was thrilled to be back in koh tao. Home!
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