This morning, while I was off paying for the various damages to my motorbike (apparently they have some ridiculous policy where crashing your bike is frowned upon), our friends Tup and Stubbs decided that they would head down to Haad Rin. Don decided to wait behind while I tried to convince the motorbike guy that the paint was torn off of the right side of the bike before I rode it horizontally across 15 feet of pavement.Don and Tup decided to meet at "the pier."
Now, in East Brunswick, we have one mall. So if I told you I'd meet you at the mall at 5, we'd probably be able to pull that off pretty easily. The problem is, Koh Phagnan is an island, accesible only by boat. Such an infastructure requires the existance of an inordinate amount of piers.
Naturally, Don and Tup (seen here actually succeding in an attempt to harmonize) weren't talking about the same pier. What followed was a 4-hour tour across the island with various reckless taxi drivers, one of whom beeped his horn incessantly at a ridiculously slow moving car in front of him that didn't actually exist, and ended up costing us the equivalent of one night's hotel stay.
But it could have been worse. We could have been on motorbikes.
The buzz here is palpable as the Full Moon Party approaches. The woman at our hotel warned us that tonight our hotel was having a pool party that would be "very loud," and there are signs everywhere preparing us for the inevitable pick-pocketing by a LadyBoy. Personally, I'm more afraid of getting hit by a 10-pound coconut, which, according to the Austrian chick at our hotel, is the #2 cause of death in Koh Phagnan. Here, Tup holds a particularly mean-looking one that we launched several times against a rock in a futile attempt to break it. We eventually decided to concede and give it our respect.The "oompta oompta" of techno music has begun outside, so I'm off to grab Don and try to convince him it's not too early to grab dinner, despite the fact that we just recently ate lunch. Twice.
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