Koh Phangnan 3rd July 2007
I've decided to stay on here at Koh Phangnan for the rest of the month. I'm starting to get to know the locals and it would be stupid to leave. What for? Move on and do the same sh*t everybody else does which is just a ploy to make you spend more money without actually stopping to get to know the people. This is the real experience, stay for a while longer.
Which brings me to dirty little secrets you uncover when you stop and talk for a while. Thailands biggest dirty secret. Drugs. Is rampant. Cocaine and shabu makes terrible messes out of beautiful people worldwide. The local boys I've come to know all have problems. KM came from Bangkok for a look and has been stuck here on the beach now for 8 months yet he doesn't really know why. He says he has freedom down here, I think he has a little something else and it is so sad to see. I have come to cherish KM dearly, our morning breakfasts under the big tree and soon I will say goodbye and he will be stuck in his own paradise lost.
Travelling on your own is great, I thoroughly recommend it to anyone. You see some things and meet some people that is for sure. In 9 days I have travelled from Bangkok to KP with an israeli girl, spent a day on the beach with a dutch girl, had 3 adventure filled days on bikes with 2 american guys and just as they disappear off the beach, in walks Sacha, his wife Ilena and their beautiful little girl Olivia from Germany with Tom and Judy. Sacha and Tom are great. Me and Sacha are fiercly addicted to the fire pois. We spend hours on the beach practicing and just when we think we're the sh*t, some local thai boy will join in and totally show us up. We've got a long way to go.
I'm helping Tom write a song. His english is not the best but he is the best guitar player I have ever heard...........and I have heard a lot in my time believe that! He has a beautiful guitar hand made in the north of Thailand and it is quite a priveledge to help put words to something so beautiful.
In meeting some great people you also meet some clowns, some major wankers who just kill everyone's buzz. There's an irish guy who is drunk everyday all day on this beach. He walks back and forth talking drunk to himself and totally kills the peace. There is an english rugby jock who drinks at the local everynight. He takes it upon himself to do one arm press-ups on the bar every hour and runs guessing competitions on how much weights we think he can press. If he keeps this up he'll be experiencing a thai-style kick to the head from one of the boys one of these nights soon. There is a 50 something year old white man in a bungalow down from me with a thai girl of about 15. It is so wrong yet we say nothing and try to keep out judgements to ourselves as best we can.
There are some elephants over the hill chained by the foot to trees. They nod their heads up and down over and over in a signal of insanity. They probably have voices in their heads saying over and over "I'm not a dog, I'm not a dog, I'm not a dog". Pledge your allegiance to WSPA my friends.
Tonight there is another fire party down on the beach which is where Ill be if you need to find me until then Ill be on the beach sleeping.
I've decided to stay on here at Koh Phangnan for the rest of the month. I'm starting to get to know the locals and it would be stupid to leave. What for? Move on and do the same sh*t everybody else does which is just a ploy to make you spend more money without actually stopping to get to know the people. This is the real experience, stay for a while longer.
Which brings me to dirty little secrets you uncover when you stop and talk for a while. Thailands biggest dirty secret. Drugs. Is rampant. Cocaine and shabu makes terrible messes out of beautiful people worldwide. The local boys I've come to know all have problems. KM came from Bangkok for a look and has been stuck here on the beach now for 8 months yet he doesn't really know why. He says he has freedom down here, I think he has a little something else and it is so sad to see. I have come to cherish KM dearly, our morning breakfasts under the big tree and soon I will say goodbye and he will be stuck in his own paradise lost.
Travelling on your own is great, I thoroughly recommend it to anyone. You see some things and meet some people that is for sure. In 9 days I have travelled from Bangkok to KP with an israeli girl, spent a day on the beach with a dutch girl, had 3 adventure filled days on bikes with 2 american guys and just as they disappear off the beach, in walks Sacha, his wife Ilena and their beautiful little girl Olivia from Germany with Tom and Judy. Sacha and Tom are great. Me and Sacha are fiercly addicted to the fire pois. We spend hours on the beach practicing and just when we think we're the sh*t, some local thai boy will join in and totally show us up. We've got a long way to go.
I'm helping Tom write a song. His english is not the best but he is the best guitar player I have ever heard...........and I have heard a lot in my time believe that! He has a beautiful guitar hand made in the north of Thailand and it is quite a priveledge to help put words to something so beautiful.
In meeting some great people you also meet some clowns, some major wankers who just kill everyone's buzz. There's an irish guy who is drunk everyday all day on this beach. He walks back and forth talking drunk to himself and totally kills the peace. There is an english rugby jock who drinks at the local everynight. He takes it upon himself to do one arm press-ups on the bar every hour and runs guessing competitions on how much weights we think he can press. If he keeps this up he'll be experiencing a thai-style kick to the head from one of the boys one of these nights soon. There is a 50 something year old white man in a bungalow down from me with a thai girl of about 15. It is so wrong yet we say nothing and try to keep out judgements to ourselves as best we can.
There are some elephants over the hill chained by the foot to trees. They nod their heads up and down over and over in a signal of insanity. They probably have voices in their heads saying over and over "I'm not a dog, I'm not a dog, I'm not a dog". Pledge your allegiance to WSPA my friends.
Tonight there is another fire party down on the beach which is where Ill be if you need to find me until then Ill be on the beach sleeping.
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