Full Moon Party

Well iv managed to survive my first FMP; i didnt get robbed, drugged, arrested, raped or throw up so overall a damn good outcome id say! Amy was pretty worse for wear so we didnt get to see sunrise but considering what went into our buckets she did well to stay as late/early as we did.
The germans next door to us werent so lucky, they were mugged by a stiletto wielding lady boy and then one of them cant recollect 5 hours of the night after possibly being spiked. We think one of them may be missing too.

The journey down to Haad Rin was about 40 minutes and was spent in the back of an open top truck in the pouring rain. Id say this wasnt pleasant but in comparison to the journey home earlier in the morning it was amazing! There were about 14 of us getting this truck from our hotel, and seeing as it had been raining already all the girls had opted to sit inside the truck and the guys stayed out in the back. on the straights you couldnt look forward because the rain hit you in the face so hard and at one point it got quite cold and the initial party atmosphere dissipated at that point as we hunkered low in the back to avoid getting any more drenched and to keep a little bit warm. The guys with me were all fairly big guys and there was somethin of an american Vietnam war film about it, zooming past fields, shacks and palm trees with the rain battering solemn looking beefcakes.


We arrived at the FMP fairly early compared to most people but even then the beach was incredibly busy. With some people dragging their worse for wear friends through the sand. I wish id brought my camera to really do it justice but only managed a few snaps on my old Nokia mobile.

Buckets ranged from 200BHT to some asking 400BHT. You cant take anything on face value here and have to haggle the crap out of them to get a decent deal. Plus a lot of the bigger bottles of spirits that come in the buckets have already been opened which we discovered with our first; it definitely didnt taste like a full bottle was mixed in there and the fact the stall owner kind of hid the bottle as she mixed it for us should have been a hint really. But that was our only sting really. with the next buckets we insisted on checkin the bottles and mixing them ourselves. I got a good deal on one bucket, haggling them down whilst adding more Red Bulls to it. Though one bottle was empty! cheeky little Thai's, but i made them swap it.

The music ranged from the expected hard house, psy-trance tunes  to some guns and roses at one bar which held our attention long enough that we stayed for more. Sweet Child of Mine blended into Blur - Song 2, a bit of Fat Man Scoop, Kings of Leon and even some Lady Gaga and YMCA was welcomed by all westerners.

Later before we left we sat, whilst amy soaked up the alcohol with some food, and it was hard not t notice all the goings on around you in such a small area. From a big fat man sitting in a garden chair right at the waters edge, a man playing with a ladies breast to our left, a couple emerging from the sea after having sex (we assumed) to the dozens of blokes standing amidst the crashing waves; pissing. As disgusting as this was that every bloke pissed in the sea, for every handful of weeing drunk men there was an even more drunk woman swimming ahead of them in the sea. who's worse i ask you?