Sunday, October 08, 2006

Koh Pha Ngan - เกาะพะงัน

5th October - 10th October

Following a week long stay in Beijing and our 6th month anniversary on the road, we were too eager to see the familiar faces of our Brooklyn friends and booked a flight to Bangkok. An overnight train, a ferry and a taxi ride later, we arrived onto the sandy beaches and leafy goodness of Koh Pha Ngan, where the famous full moon (along with black moon and half moon-damn! the Thais sure know how to have a good time) parties are held.Our first few moment with Pat, Phil and Sean were spent goofing around in our new base, the Lighthouse Guesthouse.Most of our evenings were spent in Haatrin, drinking buckets of thai whiskey and red bull, chiang beer and "special" shakes. Here Zhenia (the undisputed party Queen) holds court....
The boys from Brooklyn: me, Pat, Phil and Sean Casey...
All the partying and tourists aside, Koh Pha Ngan is a haven of a place and offers spectacular views from every direction...a sure rest for the mind, body and soul. Oh yeah, and the daily Thai messages and Thai curries don't hurt either.


Here Zhenia has her party spectacles on, ready for a night out after watching the sunset.For the next four days, we can safely say we didn't do a great deal other than eat well, play lots of yatsi, drink bad thai whiskey and cool off in the sea. We didn't get a great deal of sleep - who would when you can stay up for a sunrise like this??

6 comments:

Marshall said...

Beautiful. I love and miss you guys!!! Stay away from the snake liquor. I hear it's bad news.

xxx
Marshall

nalz said...

omg looks fabulous! im envious of your shades btw...

Chris said...

That is one hellova location. Im definately looking forward to the photo album this epic journey of yours produces. As always, continue to rock out you Lords of Life!!!

Anonymous said...

been there done that :) XX, rick

Anonymous said...

be there soon! Don't drink all the beer!! Save me a cold one!

love
schewe

Martin said...

Tom..... the moustache. I'm in shock.

You are, it seems, still the better man, whereas I merely look a bit like my Uncle Roger.

Yrs, despondently,
An ill-bearded fellow.