Koh Phangan, Koh Phangan, Koh Phangan. After a 12 hour plus journey to get somewhere, you hope that it will live up to expectations. The 5 nights we had booked here definitely delivered. And some. I was really looking forward to this part of the trip as it's one of the top party destinations anywhere in the world. Also, we were going to be here over the Christmas period, a world away from the turkey, snow and crappy television of back home. (Although I must add I did miss family and friends) Awww that's enough of the soppy bollicks.
We stayed at Coral Bungalows, a place almost exclusively populated by British and Irish. This was good in a way as it meant that communicating was easy, but it would have been nice to have a bit more diversity. First night was a write off due to the late arrival time and us being knackered from the various boats, coaches and minibuses we used to get there. We basically just threw our stuff down, whacked on a Ricky Gervais podcast, did a bit of laughing and then slept. Our second day (23rd December) saw us do quite a bit of exploring of our surroundings, checked out the beach close to us and the beach where the full moon parties is held. We also stumbled across the biggest, most frightening ants I have ever seen. There was literally tens of thousands of them on the bannister across from our room. They didn't dare cross this imaginary border though and this meant that we spent a bit of time seeing whether ants like a variety of foodstuffs. They are not fans of mars bars which suprised us all. Anyway, back to the more interesting stuff.
That night saw us decide to head down to the pool party taking place in our hotel. We'd read a bit in Lonely Planet about them being well worth a look and my god it was. Tons of people were shipped in from surrounding hotels and the pool was packed full of people. After strolling down from our room and having a bucket to kick the night off, we quickly decided that we were all going in the pool. The alcohol obviously gave us a fair bit of misguided courage as we spent hours throwing ourselves into the pool. Dives, bellyflops, backflips. You name it, they were going down. At this point, I must say that looking back it is a miracle that us or someone else didn't kill someone. I escaped with just a rather large bump on my head after getting Tom and Rob to flip me in much too shallow water. Ouch. This I could live with, but what occurred next I could not. Just as I was planning on heading to the beach for a couple more, I got rugby tackled into the pool, along with my wallet and phone. This is a hilarious story for Rob as he continued walking and talking to what he thought was me, not realising that I was under water with my flipflop flying through the air. I was more worried about my flipflop than my phone to be fair, as during my trip to Thailand I had already kicked one over a wall by accident and then been forced to steal a girls pink one to get me back home, after losing another at a beach party. After this incident we wrapped up the night and I trudged off soaking wet. To this day, I do not know who rugby tackled me but they can rest assured that I will have my revenge. If you have seen the new Rambo, it will be something along those lines.
Christmas Eve saw Rob and Aun reunited,(awwwww)as she was in Koh Phangan for the full moon as well. This was good as Aun has lots of local knowledge, and she showed us a cool place a bit further down the beach which was really chilled out, with cushions on the beach in front of a big fire where you could eat and drink. Whilst in there we also came across the man who started the full moon parties, basically very few people know who he is and there's loads of mystery about when and how they started so this was quite a spot.
The eve of Christmas Eve saw us go to a warm up party at the beach. However, this was not until after we had a few buckets at Coral amongst one of the strangest human beings I have ever come across. The first thing to say about this fella was that we couldn't put an age on him. The age group at Coral was I'd say 18-35, but he seemed older. If someone held a gun to my head I would maybe have a stab at him being 38. He obviously loved the gym. We never saw him in a tshirt the whole time we were there. And I was actually staggered to see him in a vest at one point. We also only heard him speak once. Instead, he used to sit at a table and text, what I can only assume were all the women he has met around the world. He was quite a catch, looking a bit like a muscly beavis or butthead, we only ever saw him drunk, staggering around with a santa hat on. I miss him a lot.
Anyway, back to Xmas Eve. It will remain an infamous night with the three of us because of the vast amounts of carnage that took place. We all went missing at some point, due to the massive amount of people on the beach and the inebriated state we were in. All kinds of stuff went down, I got propositioned by a ladyboy (after approximately 1.5 seconds of thought I politely declined), we got covered in foam, Tom got a tattoo. We went on a late night drunken trip to a tattoo parlour, I drew one of the best tattoo designs the world has ever seen, only stopping short of getting it as I didn't have the money. Tom however, did have the money on him so got what I can only describe as a slightly bizarre tattoo for a 23 year old man. Check out his facebook! After making it back to Coral (I think on the back of a motorbike?) , we took some pics of a bloke asleep on a bench outside his room even though the door was clearly wide open and then got some zzzzzzz's.
Christmas Day. My first away from home and one that will forever stay in my mind! It's very hard to explain how weird it is waking up to 30 odd degree heat, throwing on some shorts and heading to the beach. We had booked ourselves in for a Christmas dinner the day before at a pub in the centre of KP. This proved to be a MASSIVE mistake. It was quite literally the most frightening meal I have ever eaten. I didn't get turkey like I ordered. Instead I got the skin of a duck, no meat whatsoever, a gravy with soy sauce in it, couple of potatoes, rock hard carrots and a yorkshire. I'd rather have had a curry in fairness. However, I'm quite glad we had this experience as it was hilarious at the time. After this debacle, we strolled to the beach and did some sunbathing. Whilst we were down there, we were greeted by a team of middle age men that take volleyball wayyyyy too seriously. This was quite funny to watch because volleyball is a girls sport/soft pornography for men, and these guys genuinely thought they were athletes. Also, at the beach we saw the coolest guy I've ever seen. He was literally the colour of varnished mahogany and was wearing some black speedos. I'd put his age at 40-50, nationality definitely Italian and name probably Fabricio. He was the sort of man that ALL middle aged women have a crush on and is basically what I aspire to be when I'm older. The way he posed on his sun lounger was quite something.
That evening, we took a stroll down to the sunset bar I have mentioned previously and sat on the beach with our dinner. Big fire, sunset, some little nutcase Thai kids shooting fireworks and the lads, what more could you ask for? After a couple of Singha shaped liveners, we headed back to Coral to UV paint ourselves up and do some more drinking. With the ipod whacked on to get the party vibe going, we actually spent a long time sorting ourselves out for the evening. Aun, it turns out is a bit of a wizard with a paint brush so we generally just let her decorate our torso's. Making our way to the beach, we were pretty excited about what could possibly occur in the next few hours. After some initial panic, when we passed about 200 people, none of which were wearing uv paint and all who had clothes on, we soon blended into the scenery and got to work on some buckets. The night was another one filled with absolute mayhem. I fell off a chair twice, we fell out with a pro Canadian snowboarder dickhead, did lots of dancing, Rob went missing for quite a long time, leading Aun to believe that he was actually dead. It was heartbreaking/amusing to hear her calls of "Robby, Robby come back". I am unsure what time the others went home but I returned the next morning at midday. The reasons for which will forever be a mystery :)
Our time in Koh Phangan was a massive highlight for me. We had a lot of fun messing about, enjoying the sun, ate some good food, drunk and enjoyed some of the best nightlife in the world, and had one of the more different christmas day's it is possible to have. I was quite sad to be leaving Koh Phangan as there was many sides of the island we didn't get to see in the short time we were there. On the other hand, I am glad I got to experience the fire, buckets, beach party, people walking around in bandages because they had fallen off motorbikes, chilled out sunset bar, crap christmas dinner, pool party and the rest. One day I reckon I'll be back.
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