Full Moon party Thailand

“At one point, I had lost all of my friends save for a single backpacker from Canada, Derek, who was inexplicably painted green a la the Incredible Hulk. Everyone wore flip-flops to these parties. In fact, every backpacker in Thailand seemingly owned the same pair of black Havaianas, and I was forever leaving the bar or restaurant wearing someone else's shoes. And so of course, just as I was huffing and puffing about the indignity of losing my friends, I stubbed my toe on a broken beer bottle. It didn't hurt, and in fact, I wasn't even sure something was wrong until blood started pooling in my flip-flop. Derek and I both agreed that this could not be ignored, so I limped my way to a small medical clinic, which was actually someone's living room. I know it was a living room because a family of five was sitting on the couch watching TV and eating dinner. There I was, haggling over the price of a bandage next to a man painted entirely green on purpose, while a nice Thai family ate their dinner.”

“This party isn’t for everyone. I've been twice and I’m not a huge fan. Maybe I’m too old (30), but there were many unsavory characters who soured the mood. For lack of a better term, it’s an absolute shitshow in every way imaginable. People are passed out on the sand, too drunk to walk, and the ocean becomes a toilet as the beach is trashed beyond belief. Then there's the guys: immature and sloppy doesn't even begin to describe it. It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience, as long as you know what you're in for. I just happen to prefer Koh Phangan when the parties are done.”

“Full Moon Party is not about the music. It's about being on the beach with thousands of people around you and everyone going their own way. And either it fits. Or you don't. I liked it as an added touch to my stay. But I wouldn't go again.”