mickan in world

Why not leave with a Bang?

Arriving on Ko Phan Ngan midday Tuesday me and Laura celebrated with a Frozen Banana Daiquiri. It is important to arrive in stile. The boys did it their way when they found out the price of a Chang Beer; they set off on a twelve hour drinking maraton. After a walk, a nap and a shower; approximately 7 hours later we joined in and spent our first evening cherfully chatting on the guesthouse veranda. Comfortable on Thai cushions (I love them!), with drinks in our hands and the sea breeze in our hair we were pretty content with life in general.

Wednesday we went into town and discovered the differences and similarities of boys and girls. After a nice Thai lunch we split up, me and Laura in one group and the boys in the other. When we met back up again we discovered that both boys and girls like to be painted on. Me and Laura went straight for a manicure and pedicure (it was needed!) and the boys went for Henna tattoos (of questionable necessity). Us girls got talked into both a foot scrub and waxing (I am not a wax-virgin anymore, I am now the owner of nice hairless armpits. Painfull though; apperantly my hairs are somewhat wax resistant. Solution: Tweezer. Aoh!). The boys got into the tattooist with cute geckoes in mind and came out with enormous tribal patterns. Conclution; we are an easily manipulated gang. Where girls and boys are different? We asked the price before- the boys did not (painfull lesson I reckon).

My last evening on Ko Phan Ngang is not one I will easily forget (or, what I remember now I will not forget, it is a tiny bit blurry). It all begun with a sign advertising a cross-dressing pool party. The boys; always eager to put on dresses and make-up, insisted that we should go. A pre-drink at the guesthouse later and we were all up for a bit of fancy dress. They were all so pretty, the boys, (except for Marc who was actually a bit of a skank, and Paul who looked like a cancer patient, but in a charming way of course)! I was sexy and butch in surfer shorts and Paul's AFL (Aussi Rules) jersey (Go Bulldoggs!). We sett off happy as only drunk transvestites can be and when we discovered the cross-dressing party was off, we didn't see why we shouldn't go down to the beach with our splendid outfits. Parading down to la playa; being stared at like cirkus animals (no one had even heard of a cross-dress party) was hillarious. Also my jersey worked very well for picking up good-looking Aussies, I was more popular than the barbie dolls in beach dresses(at least that was what I thought at the time, after a bucket or two). The rest of the evening is a bit of a blurr, I just remember being insainly happy and almost being shoked by foam at some random foam party we found. Sand on my toes, the sound of music, the breeze and a bucket in good company. "That must have been the best send-off ever!" - Nick.

Thursday I left the island and my friends for Bangkok. 20 hours of travelling left me with one funny story. Having to kill 2 hours between the boat and the bus in Surat Thani, me and a hungarian bloke stumbled across an Aloe Vera plantation. Growing the plants in potts on the pavement in the middle of the city it was a bit of an oasis. The woman working there cut us a chunk of fresh Aloe Vera each and we smeared it on our bodies. It might have been a tiny bit sticky on the bus but now my skin is smooth as a babies butt.

I arrived at 5.00 o'clock this morning and had to eat breakfast for two hours before the guesthouses opened but now I am staying at the same guesthouse as last time (but the nice 24 hour-lady is gone, Jossan!).

I am a bit restless; tomorrow I am going home. Today i will hit Khao San Road.

I can't wait to see you!