Scott and Dean Chop Off Their Ears

We haven’t had internet in the last two places we’ve stayed, roughing it I guess. In Bangkok, we stayed with Chris at his apartment on the outskirts and saw the city from a locals point of view. The first night we went out with some of his buddies and saw more of the dark and dirty Bangkok nightlife. Hilarious highlights would be Scott riding the mechanical bull, the glass ceiling, and another urban elephant. The next day we went to get some food and headed to Culture One, Bangkok’s first international outdoor dance music festival. It was a pretty big shindig hosted by Bacardi that had four stages all with a rotating line-up of celebrity DJ’s from all over the world. Scott and I pretty much hate techno music, so we spent our time ogling the thai models working for Bacardi, getting foot massages, and chilling in the food court. It was a pretty cool event to go to, lots of beautiful people, and all the VJ’s from the Asian MTV stations, but after nine hours of electronic music, we were wishing we we deaf. The headliner was an American DJ named David Morales who we were looking forward to seeing on the main stage, but by the time he came on we were over it. He ended up crying on stage and telling the crowd he loved them like five times, and said at some point “this is the best night of my life.” We decided that he was super-gay and should be put down with most other Euro DJ’s.

As if we hadn’t had enough, we hopped on the overnight train headed south to get to Koh Phangan for the “Full Moon Party.” We went down to Haad Rin two nights in a row which was two nights too many. We were again spoiled with beatiful women from all over the world, but I can’t say it was worth the price our eardrums had to pay. About ten serious sound systems with different types of DJ’s lined the half-mile long beach. On the second night, the actual full moon, we didn’t even get to the party until 2AM. We figured we’d sneek in late and see the carnage and try to make it until sunrise. And carnage we saw. There was trash everywhere, people passed out all over the beach, a string of guys pissing into the ocean the whole length of the party. People were doing it in the sand, hippies shroomin’ up on the hill, sketchy thai dudes lurking in the shadows offering ecstasy, and pot being openly smoked like it was Amsterdam. Thai hookers came out of the woodwork, drunk guys were going home with ladyboys, and skinny dippers peppered the urine soaked ocean. I imagine five years ago, Scott and I would have gotten hammered and had a blast and spent the night chasing Aussie and Swedish girls, but it really wasn’t our scene. Maybe we’re getting old, who knows? So now that we’ve had our fill of terrible music, we are going to try and escape this island as quickly as possible.

We are going to head further south and off the beaten path and try and get back into the thick of the fun travel and away from the touristy super parties.  Of course, not without motorcycing all over this island first.  We saw bizaaro Travis yesterday, it was this guy that looked just like him except he was really tan and had longer sun-faded hair, much like Travis would have looked if he had come along with us for a month.  You missed out buddy, you really would have enjoyed all the music we hated.

~ by deanius on January 23, 2008.