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Jun. 5, 2006 - Me and My Imaginery Band.

Right now I should be writing something for a big whopping assignment but to be perfectly honest, I’m listening to a little Rage Against the Machine and reminiscing on a time in Thailand when I was in imaginary band rocking it out on Sunrise Beach, Ko Phanagn.

 

I know what you’re thinking: Lissie, you old scallywag. You had some of those magic mushrooms and were imagining things again.

My response: On the contrary, it was cocaine.

 

There we were, in paradise. Our last night on the magical island in Thailand was fast approaching. The following day Amy and I would begin our journey back to Bangkok for a day of shopping and then on to Australia after 5 weeks away. We had some amazing experiences together and since it was going to be our last night, we wanted to go out with a bang.


The great thing about staying at accommodation that is owned and operated by members of the Thai Mafia is that you can have your coke and snort it too! After finding out the bargain price Amy and I were keen as custard.

 

We were called to service at about 6pm- this was where we instigated and maintained the drinking games as we had for the past 3 days. The previous nights we had a cool little group going on. This night, some new blow-ins from England has joined the group. Usually poms are one of my favourites to get drunk with only these two were twats. After the one who looked like the lead singer of Midnight Oil questioned mine and Anis’ rules, we decided to depart. No body questions Anis and I. NO BODY!

 

So back to our room we went, a little pissed and rather keen to try out the merchandise. It was still quite early though. This story was going well until I forgot what happened next. Basically, some hours past, we drank more and held off on the Charlie until a respectable hour like 11pm.

 

After riding the white horse rather conservatively, we were both smashed and very impressed. We left our powders in our bungalow due to emphatic warnings from our hosts to “never take it off these premises”. Not wanting to be the next Schapelle Corby (I’ve never taken to the idea of having to pull pleading faces to the paparazzi for sympathy like a dog locked out during winter….I suppose the whole jail thing isn’t too inviting either). So we followed the advice and took off for a party on Sunset beach.

 

A beach full of wasted travellers. Loud music. Rings of fire for intoxicated people to jump through. Copious amounts of substances. Paradise.

 

As soon as we got there, it was a round of buckets for everyone. These consisted of red bull syrup (which is banned in most countries), coke and Sang Som- Thai whisky. I’ve mentioned it in previous blogs because frankly, its part of who I am. My biggest regret in life is not starting up an export company while in Thailand to flood the Australian market with the best, dodgiest drink ever created. I recently drank a ¼ of a bottle before going out one night and after topping up with a few other drinks, I have no idea what happened for a solid 4 hours of the night. Those who hung out with me claim that I didn’t seem that bad. Bless them amphetamines.

 

Goodness me, how I’ve transgressed.

 

After a little more social lubricant and some dancing, our Charlie started to wear off. And we all know what happens then, don’t we, kids? You want more. Immediately. We continued to drink and our friend Lottie (a wonderfully-crazy lady from Amsterdam) decided to jump through hoola-hoops that had been doused in petrol and set alight. This beach is a pyromaniac’s wet dream. They often light a range of objects while getting drunken tourists to travel through them, over them or under them. Please see Exhibit A and B.

Exhibit A:

(This wasn't the same night. It was several nights earlier. I didn't quite make the party because I was too busy being passed out in our bungalow- the downside of drinking games)

 

Exhibit B:


The hoola-hoops looked way better than limbo but I don't have a picture of that I'm afraid.

 

Unfortunately, Lottie burnt her hand during one of her jumps. So about 8 of us walked her back to her bungalow where we insisted she run cold water over it. Slowly, the few of us who had meddled with the Charlie wandered outside where we confessed our desires to get home as soon as possible and have another line. Can’t you just FEEL the compassion?

“Hey my friend just burnt her hand but I don’t care because I’m a filthy Hoover!”

 

We strategically removed ourselves from the situation and about 6 of us travelled back to our accommodation. It was actually about 5am at this stage. I’m not sure what happened through out the night and even if I did, it’s probably best omitted from this blog because honestly, I think it’s starting to drag.

 

So back we went and made a deal with the taxi driver (a taxi being a ute with wooden planks along the tray to sit on) to wait while we ‘quickly went back to our rooms to get more money’. As it was our last night, we couldn’t take any back with us so we finished it off (this was no small feat) and hurried back to the taxi sniffing like a bunch of Russian orphans. The taxi driver laughed at us and then deposited us back on Sunrise beach.

 

On getting back we realised that the party had pretty well died in the ass. The once packed beach was now down to a bunch of people dancing in front of one of the bars. As we got closer we heard some terrible sort of music- hard trance or something. We noticed there was a bar opened next to it but didn’t have people dancing out the front. We went in and they were playing ‘Zombie’ by the Cranberries. This would do just fine. We got drinks and since we were coked up to the eyeballs- starting screaming and dancing around to this rock music. The bar was entirely populated with Thai people which is a sight unseen in these parts. Soon they started laughing at the now 2 Australian girls and a pom (a bloke called Nick who taught me one of the greatest expressions ever- “SHIT YA LEG OFF!”) who were bounding around the dance floor, banging their heads and mouthing the words to the decade-old, rock-anthem.

 

Two Thai guys joined us- air guitars and all. We were well impressed. Next thing we know its “Killing in the Name” by Rage Against the Machine (ah HA! This is how this blog began). Suddenly the two Thai dudes depart the dance floor and return, one holding a stool in each hand while the other carried two buckets and two straws. They put the stools down near Anis and indicated she should take a seat. Then they put the two buckets on the other stool in front of her and handed her the straws. Anis looks at them quizzically. One takes the straws and starts to play the buckets like they’re drums. She needs no more instruction as she is off banging away on some plastic buckets like she is rocking out the Domain to half a million people. They turn to me and hand me a water bottle- my microphone. For the next hour or so, the four of us play the most AMAZING set to the likes of Linkin Park, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, 311, Nine Inch Nails and a range of other classics. I also spent some time consoling a pretty Thai girl who had been standing on the perimeters of the dance floor crying because her boyfriend had broken her heart. Well, I got my Oprah on and told her how she was too beautiful for any man and she was better off without him and he wasn’t good for her and she should come and play in our imaginary band with us. She eventually started smiling and even mouthed a few words into my microphone coupled with my cheers of encouragement.

 

After a while the bar closed and we were forced to move next to door. Fortunately they had taken the music down and notch as the sun did the opposite. Slowly the people peppered along the beach turned to the water and watched as the night sky gave birth to a beautiful sun.That's one of the most amazing sights I've ever seen. Our band mates offered to walk us home as we discussed a range of topics in their limited English.

 

At about 7am, Anis and I crawled into our beds with the biggest grins on our face. Having to rise several hours later feeling like death warmed up was cushioned by the memory of one of the most fun nights we’ve ever had. Good bye, Ko Phanagn.

 


Jun. 5, 2006 - Untitled Comment

Posted by ash1006
The joy of memories. Was facing a shit Monday at work, but now better....Charles and Sang Som - ahhhh. Good luck studying
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