Sunday, February 28, 2010

thailand segment two: KOH PHANG-NGAN

Thailand adventures cont.! This time with entertaining photo auxillary!

I'll resume where we left off, which was somehwere on Phi Phi island. After we left that tourist trap, we travelled for a gruelling 14-hours by longboat, bus, minibus, ferry and taxi to the party island: Koh Phang-Ngan.

The ferry was interesting. It was a ship that had rows of matresses on the floor, which you would pretty much nab as quickly as possible so that you didn't have to cuddle up next to a snoring Thai family. After a rocky night's sleep...

...5am, we arrive. Now there's a couple of things about Koh Phang-Ngan that we notice immediately that separate it from the rest of Thailand.

Firstly, no middle-aged fat Americans - PLUS! Lots of young people - PLUS! Most of them are wearing fluro tshirts - NEG! The beach is gorgeous - PLUS! There are British girls swimming topless just cause they can - NEG! That and Thai's seemingly love two things: Buddha, and fire. Cos I swear, anything they can set on the fire, THEY'LL FUCKING DO IT. Limbo sticks, hula hoops, skipping ropes. Come one, come all drunk white folk, come burn the shit out of yourselves. Eleanor tries her hand at fire-skipping.

When white folk aren't trying their luck on the rope'o'fire, the locals begineth the fire twirling. You'd think everyone on the island is a part-time fire twirler, cos even their fucking five year old offspring are out on the beach at midnight dousing sticks with gasoline to entertain the hordes of shitfaced 'ferang'.

Second of all, the stray animals. I couldn't help rushing up to and petting everytime I had a chance, some of them appreciative of my whitey love and some.. not so much. In the space of one day a cat bit me on the foot, and I nearly got my hand mauled by a mongrel on a doorstop. However most of the time the animals were friendly and loved a scratch... except for this cunt.

... too good for my pats. Well, whatevs at you monkey.

And thirdly, the BUCKETS. Every corner store, pharmacy, restaurant or clothes shop had a little table setup of buckets out the front. When you walked along the beach, if you even turned your head a fraction of the way in the direction of the bucket stalls they'd start beckoning you with yells. Here is an example of one of the many bucket stalls lining the beach (take note of the 'free kiss' you will recieve from Johhny upon a bucket purchase.)

We ended up buying off "Emma: Fuck My Bucket", cos she looked the cleanest.

Anyway. We had a few days to go until the Half Moon party, so we chilled here for a few days, going to foam parties, jet skiing and general touristy shit.

One notable snorkelling tour we did was the 'Snoop Dogg Boat Trip' (apparently the dudes who ran it were really into the 'Dog). This ensued lots of filthy jokes on the way home as the waves splashed on us like: "Snoop Dogg is making me wet".

Our resident narcoleptic got pretty tired on the boat on the way home, nawww..

We next moved on to another part of the island to this amazing bungalow place that had the most picturesque beach I've been to yet. And the place had air conditioning, which was, given its price, pretty epic.

L'nore indulges in a beer.

Lying on the beach and drinking coconuts, buying our time until the Half Moon party which will be discussed in segment three. Coming soon..

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