Alright, so although I do have my usual play-by-play style blog notes, at this point I’m just so far behind that if I don’t start to summarize, I’m never going to catch up. The following is more or less a “rushed synopsis” of our visit to Koh Phangan.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, the primary theme of the stay was “party.” Each night we’d head down to the sand, hopping from venue to venue, dancing in the foam, jumping in the ocean, and socializing with other travelers until the sun began to rise. Though thoroughly exhausting, it was also great fun – climaxing, of course, with the infamous Full Moon Party.
Yet interestingly enough, the main event was not all that dissimilar to the preceding few nights – aside from the fact that it was on a much, much larger scale.
Whereas the average night’s crowd would be concentrated in one central area, during the FMP, people sprawled from one end of the beach clear to the other.
In my mind, even more memorable than the party itself was the preparty – although I’m sure I wouldn’t have thought so had I not already spent three consecutive nights on the sand.
The preparty started with everyone in our bungalows – hundreds or more – gathering around the pool and in the restaurant downstairs.
And as the DJ spun his tunes, people started to paint. They painted each other’s faces and bodies in the most amusing, dirty, funny, or outright weird ways they could imagine – before piling into the pickups and migrating down to the coast. It was a riot, to say the least.
On the other hand, I have to admit that I was really quite disappointed by the “Coral Bungalows Pool Party” – the biggest motivation behind our chosen lodging.
Apparently, according to the staff and some regulars we’d encountered during our stay, this year was unseasonably quiet.
Whether it was a weakening of the dollar, strengthening of the baht, or the general worldwide economic downturn, the number of partiers had indisputably dwindled to a mere fraction of previous years.
Oh well, at least the beach was packed 😉
When we first checked into Coral, we were given a room away from the action – a cozy, quiet corner upstairs. But we were not here for the cozy and quiet. So after a few days we asked to be moved – closer to the thick of the action. “It’s very noisy!” the girl at the desk told us. “Good-” said Herb. “We want a noisy room.”
“You want noisy room? Ooh, you bad boooys!” she replied.
One thing I’ve noticed is that a shocking percentage of Thai lodgings seem to employ flirty young girls to work at the desk. They giggle, wink, and make endless sexual comments.
As our new “noisy room” was directly across from the office, we were asked several times to leave the door opened while taking a shower. When Herb asked where he could fix a tear in his jeans, they took one look and commented, “Oh, pants have big hooooole, maybe big thiiiiiiiing?”
Later, when he went to pick up his laundry, one of the girls proudly proclaimed, “My-Friend-Want-To-Eat-Youuuuuuuu!”
Honestly, what planet is this?
Oh, right. I forgot:
Thai taxi, tuktuk, and moto drivers have a tendency to be somewhat persistent. Beyond the initial “Taxi?” offering, they’ll often take chase, trying repeatedly to convince you to go for a ride. On our way back from the first night out we encountered perhaps the most hilarious moto-driver of the trip. He literally followed us all the way home – even when we were within sight of the room, he didn’t stop offering us rides.
Admittedly, we were acting a bit drunk and goofy – so he was probably just having some fun. Like us, he too was laughing as he chugged alongside. He’d disappear, then pop out one block ahead and offer as if it were the first time. “Taxi?” Then we’d all bust up laughing.
The video is priceless.