far away from the relative tranquility that can be found on koh phi phi is koh phangan on the eastern coast. Some time in the 80s a party started at full moon (when buddists are feeling at their holiest ironically) and has been gathering increasing numbers of backpackers and lost souls ever since. Having had 2 weeks of holidayesque rampaging around asia I thought I should probably get a job and so after a few hours of pestering, a 'come back at 5 tomorrow," came my way, by way of the Cactus beach bar. This actually turned out to be more troublesome than it might first appear on the surface due to a series of unfortunate events.
Lizzie and I were determined to stick to our original booking which we were assured was 'a little far out' from the party. Being on the otherside of Thongsala it transpired that 30minutes away by car was more accurate, another slight issue was the accomodation itself and with Lizzie having caught and modified my cold to rather more dramatic effect the appearance of a giant gecko in our bamboo hut was the last straw and we decided to bite the bullet and decamp back to Haad Rin and a/c. Last problem Bells had finally given in to the demands that she visit the invalid at perfectly comic timing - and she had no phone. At 4.30 I had no choice but to leave Lizzie and hitch the next lift. Hans thankfully appeared after not too long since Thais dont appear to understand the thumbs up. Hans had fashioned a sidecar from scrap metal and was on his way to Baan Thai (1/2 way) to pick up his dog - perfect; only one issue aside from the safety if the sidecar remained and that was that Hans resembled a Neo-Nazi Hells Angel only wearing a kaftan, but once we collected the dog from the vet (and the morphined up animal was firmly in place to drool away oblivously on my lap) we headed onto Haad rin since he felt sorry for me.
I got the job and was to be paid a princely 300baht a night or 1.50GBP an hour.
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