Tijen is typing for me. Due to the fact I haven't been able to stand up, walk, or do anything useful today. And this is due to the fact I went to the Full moon party last night and got utterly trashed. This may surprise some of you but I felt the need as I haven't seen Tijen for quite some time now (She of course stayed as sober as a nun ;-).
The day began with a hard day on the beach. Doing all those difficult activities like:
Reading
Sunbathing
snoozing
eating
The next highlight of my day was my skype date with a hot Irishman. The heavens then opened and it rained and it rained. I was told it was a tropical storm as I was unaware of this.
We took a taxi Haad Rin (paaaartieee central) and met Tijen at the pier. Everyone looked on as we jumped, squelled, hugged and clapped hands (like two 16 year olds) Anyone would think I enjoyed the hairy reckless rollercoaster ride that was the taxi's as we had to take one back to our hut and then back to party town again.
We then bought fluorecent paint and met up with two Brits and drank vodka and decorated ourselves with smiley faces, flowers, snakes, dots, hears, spirals, butterflies, lighting, rainbows. The artistic award goes to... Josie! For writing love and hate on her knuckles. Prisoner style. And Tijen very kindly drew me a big heart with A.D in it.
Tijen being clever thought she'd buy a buckeet of Thai vodka and Thai red bull. As she was looking a little worse for wear I did the valient thing of drinking it for her.
It all became a bit hazy from this point. I remember thousands of people on the beach, dancing on a podium, being bundled by Tijen into the sea, oh and loosing my new favourite flip flops.
I think we got a taxi back and on the way Tijen fell in the gutter scraping both knees very badly.
Woke up not feeling very clever or smart and found sand in places I never thought possible. Found my trousers outside the hut. I think I threw them out there as they were soaked and sandy but not 100% sure.
Today was a gentle sort of day. I've been horitizontal for most of it and luckily Alan had put movies on my new pod.
Never drinking again...
OK maybe just not out of buckets.
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