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Watching the Sunset at the Amsterdam Bar

November 9, 2014
Taxi boad

Life is all about routine. So when you’re traveling across the pond and you’re worried about jet lag, try fasting. If you fast for 12+ hours, whenever you eat your next meal your body resets and thinks that’s breakfast (a.k.a. the time you should be waking up). It doesn’t mean that you won’t be tired—because chances are you’ll be exhausted—however the next day will be much easier to adjust to.

I fell asleep around 4 p.m. and woke up at about 6 the following morning. The girls had been out the night before and weren’t exactly awake yet, so I made the trek down the beach in search of something to fill my belly. All I found open was a 7-Eleven, so my first meal consisted of potato chips, some dry cereal, an “orange juice” and coffee out of a can. I wouldn’t call it ideal, but it did tide me over until we ate an actual breakfast.

After the food settled in our bellies, we decided to relax for the day—knowing that we’d have a helluva night that night. Still wanting to explore, we scavenged for some scooters. Soon enough, we found some to rent and burnt rubber to the Amsterdam Bar just a few kilometers down the way to check out what these “happy milkshakes” were all about and the views that everyone boasted about.

Sunset at Amsterdam Bar

Sunset at Amsterdam Bar

Even though we didn’t partake in the “happy milkshakes” ourselves, we enjoyed the hysterical laughter of everyone else who was enjoying the journey and that was satisfaction alone. We stayed at the bar for a few hours and chatted with various groups that mostly consisted of Irish and Brits. We did run into a few older Russians, which was…interesting to say the least. We decided to be safe and cut our time at the bar short because we were on scooters, in a foreign country with nightfall quickly approaching.

Leaving the bungalow that morning, we saw a pretty normal beach. We returned, however, to a beach filled with the antics, theatrics and crowd of a music festival. There were vendors lining the sea wall, selling buckets for around 200 bhat. If you aren’t sure of what that is, it’s a pint of liquor of your choice and the rest filled with the beverage of your choice—a pretty awesome deal considering it’s only $6USD. Alongside the vendors you could find poi (fire spinning), fire jump ropes (which are a bad idea because you will get burned) and walls of speakers at every restaurant with a DJ spinning the decks.

Full Moon stage 2

The best thing I saw was when these little Thai men scaled up to the top of a 50ft structure and lit a sign that said “Full Moon party, 2014, Welcome to Thailand”. I got a video of it but because of the nature of Thailand, pretty much everyone lost something that night and I happened to lose my phone. So I did what anyone would do—pretended I worked for Johnny Walker and proceeded to go up to anyone who was sitting down on the beach and offer them shots. You’d be surprised what people might believe when you’re drunk enough and can lie out of your ass like that. It’s a great way to break the ice—even though you’re not being completely honest, it doesn’t matter because you’re never going to see them again. Besides, you’re giving them alcohol so who’s really doing who the favor? I get to talk to you, and you get free booze.

The party didn’t stop until they literally pulled the plug on each and every DJ. The beach was trashed—littered with passed out people and their filth. I felt so bad for the cleanup crew, and for all the garbage that made its way into the water and beyond (seriously, the ocean isn’t a fucking rubbish bin).

IMG_0934P.S. – Every photo was taken the following morning around 6 a.m. with a beer in my hand. The amount of people that showed up rivals every music festival I’ve ever been to threefold.

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