So, after the full moon party being so good I decided to stick around on the islands in the south for a month and wait for the next one. This left me with about 2 weeks in Phi Phi. (PP)
PP is a tiny little island where the whole settlement is situated on a sandbank between two stunning limestone karsts. The action centers around the beach at night where eeveryone hits the beach for free shots and buckets. You can, if your organised enough, get three free buckets in one night, but you really wouldn't want to: the alcohol they usee is actually called 'white spirit' and you can definitely feel the effects of it after a couple of days! After a while I called it quits on the free buckets and shots (started coughing up blood and feeling sick at the smell of them...nice) and went back to the samsong whisky.
I ended up PRing for a bar called Banana Bar in order to save some cash and get involved at the same time. The deal was you get all you can drink in 4 hours, a free Mexican dinner and cash if you stick at it for long enough. It was pretty good for a while. The guys working there were all cool and sound as hell, and we had a good go at the Israeli's who, lets just say, weren't the friendliest people on the island to the PR's.
A few of the other guys working at Banana Bar were well into their tattoos and I ended up back at the tattoo parlour as couple of nights with them. Now, if there's one word of advice I can give anyone going to Thailand its don't mess with the Thais! Respect is a massive thing to them and if you disrespect them or their family or friends they get angry pretty quickly! Maya, a sound as hell Thai woman owned the Tattoo parlour and worked there with her four brothers and after a few visits and chatting to them in the evening we got to know them and she started calling us our brothers. She also told us that there was a lot of Thai mafia in PP (which would explain the fight I heard about between 30 Thais on my second night and the gun that was pulled out in the process).
So when Chan, one of the guys from BB, told a drunk Israeli guy to sit down when he was stumbling round the tattoo shop whilst his best mate John was getting tattooed, and the Israeli guy got loud, Maya shot up, gathered a few Thai blokes, and before you can say "maybe its time to go now", one of the Thais was offering to kill the Israeli guy, whilst another was offering Chan a gun!
Fairly quickly, the Israeli left - 'Go on now, tail between your legs, off you trot'
And a wise decision it was too.
Since we'd been travelling in Oz endless people had told us to go to the Rock in PP. It's a shithole, but a legend of a shithole! It's essentially a cramped, filthy, mosquito ridden dorm with barely enough fans but you can write on the walls so its quality! It's also really social which is what you look for when you travel by yourself. True enough, in the 2 weeks I was there there was no end of sound people, so many in fact I'm not going to name everyone but we had some epic nights out and I've got some epic stories not suitable for publication, and now I'm heading back to Phangan knowing so many people I reckon it should be even better than the first one. At least when I inevitably get lost again on the FMP itself I should run into someone in under three hours, thus beating my previous record!
I left PP a couple of days ago now and have been staying in Ao Nang near Krabi. Nothing has happened. Nothing at all. It's been amazing! Just sitting on a beach reading a book. Seriously needed some R+R after PP.
Leaving for Phangan today so tomorrow night should back on the buckets again... loves it!
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