Full Moon Party
It’s 10am I’m crossing sunrise beach on the way to bungalow on mushroom mountain (yes the actual name known for selling mushie shakes) and I’m staring at the aftermath of my first full moon celebration on Koh Phangan. The music still going somewhere in the distance, paint-covered zombies still sucking down buckets, and the locals still hounding you for sales. Looking in to the horizon I see couples or recent acquaintances enjoying each other in water that thousands and thousands of people pissed in the past 12 hours. People passed out all over the sand and some safely in the “free sleeping zone” where mats and pillows were provided. Buckets, straws, cigarette butts, singlets, flip flops, swimsuits, and anything neon covering every inch of the once beautiful clean beach. As I struggle up the steep climb to crawl in to bed after 4 nights of seeing the sunrise and over 25+ hours of dancing, I thank the heavens I’m alive in one piece.
Arriving 3 nights before the big party allotted us to not only enjoy the pre-parties but get to see the town set up for the once a month biggest party in the world. Night 1 – Waterfall Party (that lacked an actual waterfall due to dry season) made new friends, drank heaps before, and painted each other in glow-in-the-dark neons. Danced to trance till around 4am in the middle of the jungle and jumped in the back of the taxi truck to head back to Haad Rin. The roads are insanely steep and these drivers don’t ever slow down but I have to say one of my favorite parts was standing at the back holding on the roof and letting the night breeze hit you in the face.
Day 2, found our home on mushie mountain and rested up for the Jungle Party. Same routine, drink, paint, and hop on a taxi to drop us off on some remote area on the island where we danced till 5am among a thousand others swinging buckets around, sucking down Thai whiskey coke and a concentrated red bull that isn’t allowed in most countries. People passed out on the floor of the woods, drunk strangers from every country who you chatted and danced with but couldn’t recognize their face nor their name 10 minutes later. Back on the truck to home but first food at our favorite late night sandwich shop to enjoy at the beach as the sun rises.
Day 3 – We thought we’d have a quiet night. A few cheeky beers and off to bed to rest up for the big finale yet as those nights usually go we found ourselves climbing into bed at 9am. While walking near the water the taxi boat drivers they began their typical begging antics when I heard one say, boat to Guys party and I immediately flashed back to my cab ride in Bangkok. I shared with a guy from Oregon who told me I must go to Guys bar if I was in Koh Phangan on a Friday. A few hours later we were off on a long-tail boat (they use car motors with a propeller) with some Sri Lanken girls and a drunk American. Two bays away laid a private beach and a small bar in the jungle. The trance music was the best I’ve ever heard, the crowd was small, and for an expensive cost many drugs available from behind the bar. The djs had us dancing till the sun was bright and the day had begun. We met wonderful people and a smile never left my face. If you ever head to this island, don’t skip this. Boat ride back, crawled up mushie mountain sometime past 9am.
Saturday, the main event, the biggest party in the world as well as the drunkest. It took almost till midnight for Casey and I to be ready to face the thousands dancing on the beach. We moved from bar to bar, each one getting louder than the next, buckets swinging in every direction, fire performers tossing flames in the air, and we finally stopped when we heard good music, not top 40s or shit djs, but once again wonderful trance beats. Of course this was the smallest crowd on the beach and we instantly found our friends we had hung out with nights before. The morning continued moving from party to party, losing each other often, and heaps and heaps of dancing. Sometime the sun rose and it never looked so beautiful. Reds peaking through the drifting clouds and the moon still full on the opposite side. Somehow my friend Josh and I danced till around 9-10am going back and forth dancing at the last two bars going. A banana shake, a dip in the pool, and realizing what I’ve put my body through these past 4 nights sent me climbing back up to our bungalow. I can proudly say I successfully survived the infamous Koh Phangan Full Moon Party.
G’night, G’morning whatever it may be. Vik