http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Full_Moon_Party
The Full Moon Party is an all-night beach party that takes place in Haad Rin on the island of Ko Pha Ngan, Thailand on the night of every full moon.
The party was originally a small affair with a small number of backpacking travellers dancing through the night of the full moon, mainly to psychedelic trance music. Originally, the music was some tapes coming from Goa'Party (India), and the first Full Moon Party was improvised at a wooden disco not far from the beach in June 1987. The Full Moon Party gained fame quickly through word of mouth, and the event now draws a crowd in excess of 10,000 every full moon evening. The party carries on until the sun rises the next day. All the bars on the sunset beach of Haad Rin town stay open and play music such as R&B, drum and bass, house and reggae. The event has become a part of the itinerary of many travellers to Asia. Entry to the event is completely free. In recent years, local entrepreneurs have attempted to expand upon the event with spinoffs like the Half Moon Party and Black Moon Party.
so, based on that, can you imagine the whole scenario? you know what? dont bother. it goes way beyond that. honestly, i think the people who wrote that is trying to be less obscene. oh, and before i go any further, i would like to clear up a few things first.1. i dont dance
2. i dont do drugs.
3. i prefer not to listen to house, trance or any kind of music along that line.
4. no i dont do clubs.
5. i hate loud music.
6. no i wasnt in the nude.
so okay?
the full moon party...wait! let me start off by writing how excited i was about the party.
i wasnt.
think of it this way...
koh phangan is the mexico of south east asia and the full moon party is the love parade of this region.
the full moon party was nothing but obscene and it certainly isnt the place for the faint hearts.
the music was so loud that i bet you could still hear it even if you were on a boat 20 km offshore.
oh and the men there wore dresses without even bothering to wax their hairy chests.
all night long, people danced. and almost everyone was half-nude- which was cool really, when who passed you by was a hot chick in a bikini or just a topless chick with just enough paint covering her nippies walking around thinking, "hey nobody notices that im topless" and it was still cool if it was a muscle-maniac who colored himself green making people say, "hey look!! its the incredible hulk. awesomeeeee!!!".
unfortunately, it isnt cool when you literally dance like a madman somewhere from the depths of the amazon with a big swollen belly, a hairy body( front and back) and a pair of extraordinary long hands(any one of this would be okay, but a combination of three? hell!!)
it is also uncool to have split-personalities at times like these because it annoys the crap out of people(like me), e.g: one minute, you think you're a surfer, then the other, you turn into a bartender, juggling and throwing bottles up into the air. seriously. your bottle hit me a couple of times and thats where i think i got my bruises from. asshole. but hey, you were too wasted to remember. so i'll forgive you.
lastly, it is utmost, certainly, uncool when you are close to being a granny and you try to dance like you're 18. that was bearable, however. the unbearable part was that this soon-to-be-granny moved from spot to spot groping young men's crotch!! what the hell? thats just sick.
believe me when i say that im not writing this because i hate these people. i dont, but im not saying i wouldnt. im just writing my mind based on that night.
moving on,
note the highlighted phrases.
"As the evening progresses the beach explodes into a dancing frenzy as different m.c.'s take their furn on the decks. There is something for everyone here, trance, techno, drum and bass, commercial dance and reggae, no-one is disappointed. Jugglers and fire-eaters entertain the crowds as the night goes on and with the brilliant impromptu fireworks display, the party atmosphere is complete. After a few hours it could be time to chill-out for a while, maybe grab a drink or a bite to eat from one of the many beach traders and wade out or sit down in the warm surf of the Gulf of Thailand, pure, pure heaven."True enough there were a lot of jugglers and fire-eaters entertaining the crowds with brilliant impromptu fireworks display as the night goes on. they werent all that smooth or skillful but yet, i kinda enjoyed it- especially the part where the crowd joins in to play with the fire because i like watching people get themselves burnt and i admire them for doing just that. for me, personally, that is pure determination (with the excessive amount of alcohol and drugs).
the game was something similar to rope skipping(is that what they call it?), or 'lompat getah'? yea... and here at the party, these fire-eaters would burn a long piece of rope and the crowd would join in the 'skipping' . i kid you not when i tell you, alot of people got themselves burnt. mostly because they were too wasted to carefully anticipate the timing of the rope and sometimes, there were just too many people joining in the fun making them bump into each other, knocking themselves off balance hence exposing themselves to the fierce flames of the rope.
i saw one dude got hit right in the face. booyaaahh!
too bad i was prohibited to bring along the e-5. damn.
about the chilling part, i doubt anyone ever did that. the party was too crazy to be chilling. my guess is, the only chilling people get is when they fall on their face, failing to get up again. i remember snapping a few pics of this dude who passed out right in front of us with flash and he didnt even move an inch. oh and the lovebirds. they just couldnt stop sticking their tongues down each other's throat. it was cool at first but when things started to get steamy, it was annoying. when we first arrived they looked like 'just friends' showing no sign of intimacy or what not. therefore i assume that the excessive consumption of thai-poison aka buckets or the recreational use of drugs had something to do with it. yea...it must have been that.
in a nutshell, the full moon party was off the hook. even if you were clean off drugs and booze, i bet you would still have a good time watching people go crazy(like us). it was like one huge family gathering, except that nobody knew each other and non of them were at all related, and instead of enjoying food together, they danced the night away, shared their buckets (and microorganisms), indulge in drugs and have pre-marital sex. one love!
so, what did a bunch of sober young-adults such as ourselves do at the full moon party. lets see, baby and yana danced the night away, kuman hanged out near the dj, while me and tyiara, well, we had fun mocking people. after getting tired of doing that, we walked up mushroom mountain and did absolutely nothing. there!
the only sensible thing that we did that night was not riding our bikes to the party. yeap. the road to the party was pretty dangerous. if you plan on riding a bike there you better be sure that the bike has enough power because you'r gonna need all the power you can get to climb up that 45 degree slope( more or less) complete with sharp back to back turns which even maybe valentino rossi might have a hard time getting through.
but to think of it again, getting there shouldnt be a problem. its the getting back part-thats the biggest concern. imagine riding under the influence up and down, left and right a steep slope. no wonder they dont encourage riding a bike to the party firstly because, they dont provide helmets with the bikes and secondly, its a death wish.
anyhow, the taxi ride back home wasnt that bad either- for the girls that is(the fare was a rip off). lucky for them there was this group of guys on the taxi we took, with one of them, again half nude, complete with eight packs, an attractive face, broad shoulders and somewhat-how do you explain a guy's chest? he kinda reminds me of the actor in green street hooligans. anyway, seriously and honestly, id have to admit, even as a guy, that if in any way i was a girl, id be drooling too(the girls obviously were). believe it or not there was a pair of japanese chicks chasing after the guy for the first 25 seconds the taxi started moving. i think baby and tyiara( maybe yana?) deserved the sight though. i had my fair share of drooling on the way to the party sitting down next to this hottie who couldnt stop talking about getting a tattoo with her girlfriend. oh yes!
by the way, this is not a gay statement. this here is my respect to the ladies, my acknowledgment of their desires.
respect the ladies!
peace out for now!
