Last weekend I headed back to Southampton, the city of my university days, for a housewarming. It was awesome to see everyone again and see Sina and Al's new flat, which is super sexy (I am most jealous), but it was very odd to see Southampton again.
When I was in Soton, I knew a lot of people, and chances were good that I'd recognise most of the faces I'd see walking down the road. the student areas where pretty small places, y'see. 3 years have passed since I was there, so people have started and finished their degrees in the time that I've been away. What really grates is that the people still essentially look the same - students never change - the crowds look the same, but all of the people are different. It's unnerving.
Seeing my friends was the same as it's always been though, which is wonderful. I live in fear of meeting up with old friends and finding that what brought us together has faded but our bunch always seems to hang together. We're all doing different things and we'll often go months without seeing each other but when we do it's always awesome. I have massive love for all those folks for not changing too much and keeping it all together.
I also bought some running shoes last weekend. Let the getting fit commence. Maybe.
I'm home! In England! And I'm really, really tired. I'll write something about it when I'm a bit more composed.
Ko Pha-Ngan is something amazing.
I'm not quite sure if you can call it beautiful. Bits of it certainly are, but the onslaught of the tourist has ruined it somewhat. Somehow it has resisted the urge to become westernised though: no MacDonalds, no Burger King, no Starbucks. I'm sure it's only a matter of time before it all goes wrong. Instead you have rows and rows of restaurants with Family Guy on repeat and bars lining the beach serving up absolutely lethal buckets of alcohol and red bull to the up-for-it party goers of the night. The beach itself is pretty amazing, discarded bottles and buckets aside: it's a crescent shape with gorgeous soft sand and jungle on either side. The sun rises over it so at 7am the remaining dancers are treated to quite a view.
The full moon party itself was just unreal. It almost ended before it began for me: while I was drinking with the guys from my resort, I suddenly found myself doubled up in pain from a stomach ache. I had to go and lie down, and I heard them all walk past my bungalow on the way to the beach as I lay in the dark. I decided to risk some painkillers - not always a good idea on a bad stomach - but they worked out ok, and I headed out at midnight. Having no mates, I went over to the fire dancers and span poi with them for a while. The Thai guys were awesome, really friendly and true performers. I met a whole bunch of fire spinners from all over the world there and I didn't leave until we ran out of fuel.
It was about 4am at that point, so I decided it was time to get drunk and have a dance. I grabbed a bucket and headed over to Tommy's Resort, which was sporting a huge psytrance stage complete with pretty visuals and a podium. I was in my element there and made friends with everyone on the dance floor, where I stayed until 8am. The sunrise was perfect, but as it washed everyone with colour again it became clear just how much of a party it had been. Suddenly the beach was full of rubbish and passed out ravers. I looked down and noticed that I was covered in soot from head to toe. I actually had to throw away the clothes I was wearing that night! Somehow, and I have no idea how, I found the guys I'd started the night with at this point. We had a beer and then I went to bed.
After the full moon, Ko Pha-Ngan seemed to be stuck in a constant hangover. Most of the people left for other islands, leaving the whole place a little empty and lacking in energy. I don't think I could have coped with much more, anyway. I left for Samui and spent a few sleepy days wasting time in the sun.
Today I'm flying back to Bangkok to have a swift 2 day shopping binge before I get on that big old flight back home. This will be my last blog entry before England, I guess. That's a bit of a weird feeling. I never really thought I'd make it this far. I'm glad I did, though.
I found myself in much better spirits by the time I got to Sydney airport. When I said goodbye to all my friends, something clicked and I got all excited about traveling again. My flight and the day surrounding it was mercifully uneventful and I met a couple of travelers at the airport who pointed me at a good place to stay, so I got myself settled into the country really easily, even if I was confused by the time difference, not sure that my watch was right, and running on 2 hours of awkward plane sleep.
The guest houses here are awesome. Roughly 5 quid, often even less, gets you aircon, a double bed, ensuite, and a TV. Beats paying 12 or more in America and Australia for a 16 bed dorm, that's for sure. I have spent a lot of time lazing around in my room instead of being adventurous because I haven't had a good laze about for a long time. So what if I'm supposed to be traveling, I'm tired!
I have managed to get out and about a bit though. Khao San Road is one of the world's biggest backpacker meccas and it's pretty unreal to visit: food and beer everywhere for crazy cheap prices (Roughly 1 pound a meal, 1 pound a beer), loads of bizarre steet vendors, and naturally, hundreds of bemused tourists trying to avoid getting ripped off and trying to ignore all the people trying to sell you suits. At night the place becomes a weird backpacker party that's something a bit like but not really even close to Fresher's week and a festival rolled into one.
I did a bit of culture as well and went out to see a couple of temples, and the grand palace: absolutely amazing stuff. So much gold and such unbelievable statues. I took lots of touristy photos so you can check them out as usual. Yes, that Buddha really is huge. He's 45m tall.
I'm off to Ko Samui tomorrow to get a tan so that I look like I've been traveling. Then I'm going on to the full moon party to jump about to some techno, then I'm going to find a nice beach and sleep for a week before I get back home and the job-seeking madness has to begin again.
How do I feel about going home? Good question. I never thought I'd actually make it this far, I guess, so it's only recently that I've really given it any serious thought, and I reckon I could write a good few pages on the issue. I'll spare you for now, but suffice to say, I can't wait to be back in England to see everyone again and pick up my life where I left off. Should be good, I reckon.
This is my last post from my laptop for a while! I'm just about to head to FedEx and get it posted so I'll be much less active online from now on.
I'm also going back to my UK mobile number from tomorrow. My Australian number will no longer be active after 5pm Sydney time.
Wish me luck with the FedEx documentation. I'm scared of it.