Ladyboys, buckets and a bright moon

Thai kickboxers posing for a nut shut.

Another group of stupid British guys fall victim to ladyboys. We could have informed them, but it's so much more fun this way.

Bunch of Canadians we met.

Moments before I fell off this sign, James took this picture.

*Warning - this blog is poorly written due to an excess amount of cheap Thai whiskey in my body.

The flight back across the pacific was the worst 12 hours of my life. Apparently Air China creates their planes based on mini little Chinese people and thus when someone of normal North American stature attempts to squeeze into the seats, it causes a lot of problems. I met back up with Abes and Randy (two acquaintances from the gentleman's club back home who we convinced to finally meet us). It took us another 12 hours to get from the Bangkok airport to the wee little island Koh Phangan, where we reunited with Jason, Ryan, James (Jas's bro) and Trevor (James's buddy). Koh Phangan is also the spot that has held the notorious full moon parties for the last 30 or so years and thus attracts a massive, constant crowd of drunken foreigners.

Our first night was spent recovering from the jetlag, which we did by staying out until sunrise and consuming a frightening amount of buckets (the local medium of drink where they mix mickey's of Thai whiskey and red bull into these fun, little colourful buckets). The parties here consist of tens of thousands of Europeans, aussies and Canadians, hanging out on a beach, trying to avoid the ladyboys and Israelis and finish as many buckets as possible. Most nights seem to pick up about 2am and flow on well into the next day. After they finish, a small army of tiny Thai ladies come out with brooms and garbage cans to reset the beach back to its natural, un-littered state.

Our second night started with the 7 of us traveling to a warehouse in the jungle to watch miniature humans (called "thais") kick the crap out of one another in some illegal kickboxing matches. We splurged and managed to secure front row seats, where during the 7 fights we were sprayed with all types of blood, sweat and other bodily fluids as they were forced out of their owner's bodies by an endless stream of devastating knees and elbows. Six of the fights ended in knockouts of one type or another, creating a joyous spectacle for all of us. Following the fights, we went back to the full moon beach for another night of debauchery.

Last night was the actual full moon party, which meant it was like the other nights but much busier. I don't remember much, but I'm sure that after looking at the 200+ photos I took, some of it will start to return.

In between the nights out, we either sleep or curl up and watch bootlegged, British movies on the little cushion chairs. Our plan from here is to ferry north to another little tropical island, Koh Tao, where I can continue my diving career.