Three words. Full. Moon. Party.

I never got that hot shower.

I had a cold trickle of water that was shared with a few ants, two geckos, a handful of mosquito’s and a cockroach. It wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences to say the least, but I was grateful for the cold of the water as the heat, even at night, was unbelievable. As soon as I was out the shower and dressed again, I was dragged out of our little cabin in the woods by Harrie and Polly and taken to the beach. No rest for the wicked hey?

Weaving through tuk tuks, mopeds and sellers at the side of the road with seaside buckets filled with alcohol and mixers, we arrived at some barriers. A bunch of Thai people stood before us demanding “100 Baaaa for Full Mon Patty” (translated as “100 Baht for the Full Moon Party”), Polly must have noticed my shocked face as she explained this was only £2. We were given some colourful little wristbands in exchange and trundled on along the road where the party was already in full swing. Harrie grabbed my hand and we ducked behind a few people and stood before an Indian man with a small stall in front of him saying ‘Pancakes 100 Baht’. I didn’t want pancakes, I can get pancakes in England?!!! Harrie smiled and said “not like this.” I was rather hungry at this point so handed over 50 Baht to H while she ordered me a banana and Nutella pancake.

Oh how wrong I was. This pancake was not ordinary mix that you whip up and keep in the fridge, oh no. The Indian man, who ironically was called Dave, pulled a plum sized ball of dough out of a container and slapped it against the worktop a few times until it resembled a pancake shape. He then shoved some sort of orange fat (assuming margarine) into his big pancake pan and placed the pancake inside. With a flick of the wrist a banana was sliced into the middle of the cooking pancake and he flipped up the edges until it was sealed in a square. When cooked, it was smothered with Nutella and condensed milk and handed to me with two giant cocktail sticks protruding out of it.

Heaven on a paper plate.

After demolishing the helpless little chocolate pancake, it was on down the street to be prepped and painted. Polly, Harrie and I strolled down the road, arm in arm dodging the drunken crowds and arrived at a small bar with a tattoo shop all in one (clever!) I spotted a large table taking up half the bar filled with girls and, rightly so, this was where we were headed. Names were flung across the table, and I was dumped in a chair next to an extremely excitable, lovely, Australian called Maddy who set to work painting me.

GB flag!

Aussie flag!

The DJ played our favourite tunes…

Carpe Diem or ‘Seize the day’

You don’t drink lightly in Thailand. With no concept of measures or strength of alcohol, everything is poured freely so you take your chances! We started as we meant to carry on… with buckets.

Clutching our buckets, we all held hands in a long snake through the crowds to Cactus bar on the beach where we bumped into too many people who we had friends in common with back home.

We partied the night away on the beach, and if we got too hot we just ran into the sea. So this is what freedom feels like hey? Yeah I think I’m sold!

We must have visited our friend Dave a further 3 times that night for more pancakes, and every time our group got smaller and smaller as tiredness and alcohol set in for the girls. I was loving my life though and when it was just Harrie and I left, we carried on down the beach towards the famous ‘Mushroom Mountain.’ We didn’t quite get that far though as when we looked out to sea, the sun was already coming up. We hadn’t realised how late/how tired we were. I was amazed I had lasted that long after 18 hours of solid travelling. We waved goodbye to the very out of focus sunrise…

Trekked up the mountain to our little hut and climbed into our mosquito nets, tired and content.