I ran down the hill, while I tried to ignore the burning feeling that my backpack caused on my red shoulders. Mich turned to the left to arrange our ferry tickers, while I ran to the right to get some breakfast: 2-minute pancakes on the go. I checked my phone, the ferry leaves in 5. Ugh, waking up early wouldn’t have been so hard if we actually would have gone to bed on time. Oh well, let’s hope we make it and don’t miss our ferry. I ran back to Michelle with 2 banana-caramel pancakes in my hand while I overheard her conversation with the woman behind the ticket counter. ‘Excuse me, what do you mean our tickets aren’t valid?!’ Appearantly, the guy on our last ferry ripped off the wrong part of our combi ticket… I joined the discussion and mentioned that the ticket said it was a combi ticket so obviously we paid for it and it wasn’t our fault. ‘Ma’am, Can you please let us on the ferry?’ I asked with my best smile. She looked at me with a blank face and said ‘the ferry leaves in 2, get a new ticket or you miss the ferry today.’ Ugh, Michelle and I both put down 350 baht. That’s 2 extra nights in a hostel, what a waste of money. We got our new tickets, ran onto the ferry and threw our backpacks in between the 500 other backpacks. The ferry honked and left, pfff we made it just in time.
A couple of hours later we arrived in Koh Phangan, the party island of party islands. Mich, I and about 700 other backpackers walked up to the first tuktuk trucks. A local man ran up to us: ‘which hostel, which hostel?’ ‘Uhhh, shit Mich, what is it again? Palaj, palia?’ ‘You mean Hostel Palio, get on truck 3 now, go go go.’ The local man ran up to another backpacker before we could even thank him. We found truck 3, which was, like expected, packed, we threw our backpacks on the roof and squeezed ourselves in. It was all quite chaotic, the two German girls that were sitting in between my legs seemed to be on the wrong truck, but there backpacks were already tied up on the roof. It took us a good 20 minutes before we left and another hour before we were dropped off. Our driver couldn’t get into our small street, but it was only ‘left, right, right, straight and left’ from here. As you can probably guess, that went horribly wrong and so it took us another 30 minutes to finally arrive! Once we got there we just wanted to check in and get some rest. Apparently the reception was on a break and so we had to wait another hour. Oh well, whatever we had been travelling all day anyway, we can add another hour. This is literally what travel days are all about. Waiting, waiting and waiting…
All we wanted was a good meal and some sleep. It took a while but our wishes were finally heard! The reception told us they upgraded us from a dorm to a private room for free, we were sooo happy. We jumped in bed rightaway and slept till 7 at night. Aaaah, finally, some rest!
By the time we woke up, we heard loud music from our hostel, people seemed to get ready for the jungle party. For a second we thought we’d just go get some food in our sweatpants, watch Netflix and call it a night. However, we changed our minds, showered, put some makeup on, threw our cute denim skirts on and went out to eat. We found the cheapest vodka redbull buckets and ate pad thai and fries. We talked to some French guys who were planning on going to the Jungle Party, it was only $35 for entrance each. Uhhh, what?! That’s almost our week budget hahah. We finished our food and brought our buckets back to the fridge in our room, we’d save them for tomorrow. No party for us tonight, but we’d make sure that the $3 full moon party tomorrow would be extra fun! A night in wasn’t so bad anyway.
We woke up super late the next day, we didn’t go out yesterday but we were still up till 4 in the morning. Our Aussie neighbors decided to throw a party right next to our room and so there was no way we could fall asleep early. However, once we woke up during lunch time, the island was already in full preparation for the Full Moon Party. The party happens once a month and it calls thousands of backpackers. Shops were selling bright tie dye shirts with the full moon logo and stands selling buckets of vodka popped up on every corner of the street. We bought ourselves some full moon shirts too and went to the beach. Tanned for a bit, ate some salad, drank a fresh smoothie and visited a travel agency to book our next trip to Koh Sok. By that time it was already 6 pm and time to get our beauty routine started. I mean, we had a private room with a private bath room for once, so why not? We listened to loud music while we showered, shaved, used body lotion, did our makeup, our hair and put on our new full moon shirts. Our hostel arranged free dinner, free neon face paint and a free bucket for everyone, pretty cool if you ask me.
We met up with Anouk and Stacey, the 2 Dutch girls we met on Koh Tao. We talked, we drank and we laughed. By the time we left for the party we met German, Swedish and Argentian guys. My camera roll was filled with drunk photos of strangers and we weren’t even at the party yet… Once we got there, the beach was filled with about 30 000 backpackers, damn what a party. Stacey and I lost Michelle and Anouk within 10 minutes and with no cell phone reception, there was no way we were going to find each other. The two of us then met a British guy and we managed to get ourselved into the VIP rooftop bar with free drinks. We danced, walked around, danced, got more neon paint and danced some more. I have absolutely no clue what time it was when we finally ran into Mich and Anouk again, but we did!! The 4 of us danced on the best Spanish songs and had a blast. We made it almost till sunrise, but our feet gave in after a full night of dancing and so we thanked Anouk and Stacey for the great night and went to bed.
Yep, we could check the famous Thai Full Moon Party off our bucketlist.
We spent our last day in Koh Phangan sleeping and eating cheap noodles.
Confession: we used to get the 7/11 on the go noodles for 14 baht, however we realized the 6 baht noodles were half as cheap. (Yes, we’re def talking about a €0,22 difference, we’re very serious about our low budget backpack lifestyle.) This is how it works: you’d have to bring your own bowl to get the 6 baht noodles and we figured our vodka buckets would work perfectly! The 7/11 staff had a good laugh over us and other backpackers complimented us on our cheap backpacker alternative. You’d be surprised how creative you get as a backpacker.
Another one of my backpacker problems that I solved with some creative thinking was my wet, handwashed shorts. I had to pack them up in my backpack for tomorrow morning and they were still soaked. They wouldn’t dry on time with the humid climate, so I decided to tie them up with a rope on the ceiling. I put a fan right in front of my shorts and guess what?! It worked! And while I was building my rope-fan construction I met 3 new backpackers who complimented me, heheh.
We left Koh Phangan the next morning, we barely saw anything of the island that’s worth mentioning. A bit of a shame, but at least we had a good weekend that felt somewhat like my time in Blanes or Blankeberge. Back in the days, 2/3 years ago, when you’d spend your summer abroad with friends, doing nothing but partying, sleeping and eating.
Get ready for my next blog post, no parties and no beaches! We felt the need to change the scenery a bit. Get ready for lots of jungle stories!
Ps. This time not too many photos, most of the photos on my camera roll are embarrassing, drunk selfies which are not blog appropriate. But I have a ton in my next blog!!