Voyage Of The Odd Essay

I mention in my last post that at the Koh Phangan Full Moon Party I took too many mushrooms, and in the interest of not freaking out parents and enlightening party goes who might follow in my foot steps I shall shed a little more light on the story.

The exact legal status of Mushrooms in Thailand is a bit of a mystery,  the information I have to hand is:

• Mushroom Shakes are sold openly in at least one bar on Haad Rin Beach during the Full Moon Party
• Mushrooms are actually Illegal to Posses or Sell in Thailand, according to Erowid, a normally reliable source of information on such things.
• But a Google Search for “Mushroom Arrest In Thailand” returns only one, unrelated result.
• So, Most sources cite the legal status as “Questionable”.
• More then one person has mentioned the bar selling the Mushrooms has a special license. Though this is purely word of mouth.

So there clearly isn’t any problem with consuming them, and it would make sense that any legal grey area could be cleared up with a “license fee” to the police either officially or otherwise. Additionally, not all magic mushrooms contain the same active ingredients, so the legal status could be worked around by selecting the right mushrooms just as it can be back home in the UK.

With that cleared up (Or not) back to the story, the plan was simple: Get to the beach, dance, drink, dance, meet people, dance with people,  drink a small amount of mushroom shake, dance, watch the sun rise, dance, go home. Roughly in that order.

Now I have to admit I’m not sure at what point small amount of mushroom shake turned a heroic dose, but I have it on good authority that the friend I was traveling with had many of these magic drinks, so it’s fair to say I had plenty as well, this was news to us both the next day!

The hazy memory is a novelty, and down to the drink, rather then the mushrooms I’m sure, I suspect since the bar selling the shakes is at the far end of the beach, and up a staircase cut into the rocks – Which makes it one of the most dangerous places on the beach, clearly an ideal spot to sell party goes hallucinogenic drugs! – the hike up there, plus red bull kicked the booze into my bloodstream quicker then I expected.

Next thing I know I’m dancing away on the beach all well and good, but I’ve lost the gang I was with, and so I just danced around on my own though with my visuals boosted with a hazy glow of colours and sound merging in my brain a little beyond what you would call normal, and the confusion that accompanies hallucinogens was clear if I tried to think about anything too tricky so most conversations were too much effort to consider for a while, though the ones I did have were particularly funny!

So when I say too many mushrooms I mean to say, sufficient magic mushrooms that I had to change my plan of action for the night, not that I had a bad experience maintaining my 100% success rate to that effect.

To put this in perspective, not everyone was so lucky that night, “Mushroom Girl” as she will now forever be known to me called the friend I was traveling with early in the night, and from over hearing his side of the conversation the problem was obvious: She’d take Mushrooms for the first time, and been abandoned by her friend.

When people (Including myself) say you shouldn’t take magic mushrooms for the first time in loud, busy, over crowded places you should listen to them, Full Moon Parties are not friendly places for a messed up mind, and confusion and abandonment is always a recipe for disaster when it comes to the shrooms.

We found her and set her right mind you, so that story ended well enough, but Koh Phangan is not a good place to experiment particularly for the first time, there are a lot of people on the lookout for messed up tourists who they can take advantage of one way or another.In my case I simply ended up at a hill top bar which cost me a hefty bike ride back to the hotel, but I blame our travel agent for claiming the 30 minute ride was a 10 minute walk from the peir.

So there you have it, magic mushrooms are Awesome things, but not to be played with lightly, and I wouldn’t take so many at a huge event like the Haad Rin Beach Full Moon Party again so that I can enjoy the night in a different, more social way – Detachment from reality also detaches you from people a bit, but it’s all an experience and it all adds flavor to my travels!

Here I am six weeks into my travels, and just in case you haven’t picked up the subtle hints from my Twitter updates, life out here is Pure Awesome.

I’ve been in Bangkok for a few days now, after leaving the comfort of my Phuket haunts behind to venture towards the as yet uncharted North, where I check into Spicythai Backpackers tomorrow morning after a 12 hour train journey over night. – Seated sadly as all the beds were booked up. My fault for leaving it too long before booking the seat.

So since my escape from the Wat Suan Mohhk Meditation Retreat, I’ve been to the Full Moon party on Koh Phangan, where too many Mushrooms was the common theme among the group I was with, of course in my case I enjoyed it! It was a fun weekend which was an cloud of music, lights, dancing barefoot in the sand, buckets of drink and random conversations with strangers. To be honest, it was too busy to be my normal scene, and many of the people were exactly the people who go to all the clubs I avoid back home, but I was with Awesome people (Well, before I got lost in my Mushroom trance, and after I found them the next day!) and it’s another Thailand activity ticked off the list.

Here in Bangkok I’m staying at the Hostel International Sukhumvit (HI Sukhumvit) which is a wonderful place, less then 5 minutes walk from the Sky Train station which has allowed easy access to tons of sights, considering in the past I’ve not really ventured far beyond Khaosan Road I now feel like I have visited Bangkok properly.  I’ve been to several of the big shopping centers such as the MBK Center, Siam Center, Siam Discovery Center, MBK been the most interesting, much more of an indoor market type feel in parts, more traditional shops and fast food (Thai style) in other parts, the other malls been much more western in look and feel, with known brands and prices that pretty much match what you can find back home with little effort on the Internet.

My more random adventures involved meeting Chris – A fellow traveller from Phuket Backpacker – within seconds of getting to the hostel, so I checked in, and walked right out the door to take a trip to the big weekend market, which was huge though much of the stall contents is identical shop to shop, there were some unique items here and there, and I found it very worth visiting.

Yesterday on the way back from getting tickets I found myself and Ruth – Who I’d just met at the Hostel, also needing tickets to Chiang Mai, so we headed off together – faced with a Tuk Tuk ride to the Sky Train stop we wanted as our plan of walking rather then getting the Underground didn’t really work! We were offered a cheap fare of 10 bhat each, but would need to visit a Tailor on the way and spend 10 minutes there, so, it’s basically a scam, but I was impressed the guy was up front about it, and hell, we had noting better to do, so we agreed, and bounced around busy main roads, down back streets and wound up at the tailor where the guy seemed to focus on getting Ruth to buy a suit set rather then me,  I suspect my look suggests I am not really one to be buying suits, but who knows. He was asking about £50 per item, so jacket, trousers and skirt for £150 which you could easily get down to £120 if not less was actually a really good price, to be honest I really wish I had enough money to get a suit made up before I headed home as it would be very handy for interviews! Anyway, we played along and then decided we’d done enough to head out, and on the way the Tuk Tuk driver did try and take us to one more stop, we firmly declined, and insisted we go to our requested destination of the MBK center, and to his credit he smiled and agreed without hassling us any more.

Last night was also the inauguration of President Barack Obama in America, and I was pleased to find that as we arrived back at the hostel the small TV in the corner of the lobby had CNN’s live coverage of the event, so we added into our plan of drinking a few beers on the roof time to watch the event unfold later in the evening – Washington D.C been 12 hours behind we had a few hours to drink and banter with the girls we discovered already up on the roof, and at about half 11 when much of our group decided to turn in, I picked  up my laptop and settled down to watch history unfold.

There was an eclectic mix of people watching from the lobby of this Bangkok hostel, a few Americans – Included a woman who was a proud Republican – Which stood out as most Americans you meet travelling are committed Democrats, or at least that’s been the way things have seemed to me so far – Australians, and various Europeans.  Some people clearly cared deeply about what was happening, others were just having a beer and watching the ceremony just because it happened to be on. Personally, I was fairly moved to see so many people taking an interest in the event and was impressed with President Obama’s inauguration speech, and now if anyone asks “Where you the day Barack Obama was made President of the United States?” I’ll know exactly what I was doing: Drinking beers on a roof top garden in Bangkok.

At the start of each month the monks at Suan Mokkh Darmahh International Enter run a 10 day meditation retreat for anyone wishing to learn more about the Theravada Buddhist practice of Ānāpānasati, Mindfulness with Breathing. While I’m travelling around Thailand this seemed to be the perfect way to start the New Year, so I headed South from my cosy now second home at Phuket Backpacker Hostel, and on the 31st of December arrived just before dark at Wat Suan Mokkh to register for the program.

Each mediator agrees on sign up to follow the eight precepts set out, which all seemed easy enough:

• Keep complete silence throughout the 10 days.
• Refrain from destroying all forms of life.
• Refrain from taking things without permission.
• Any sexual activity, mentally, verbally, or bodily.
• Smoking or intoxicating oneself with any intoxicant.
• Having dinner (last meal is lunch).
• Beautifying or entertaining oneself.
• Sleeping or sitting on luxurious beds or seats.

Of all of these the not talking is obviously the one that gets most attention, but that wasn’t even a challenge for me, and only eating two vegetarian meals a day was fine, the breakfast was a bit bland perhaps but lunch was really tasty and probably the healthiest I’ve eaten for a while.

The rest didn’t even seem worth thinking about, the final point about not sleeping on “luxurious” beds I didn’t even remember as one of the points until actually there. So when I was in the retreat signing up I didn’t give a second thought about the wooden pillow that gets mentioned, until I got to my room to discover that the simple accommodation was pretty much a cell with a wooden table with a straw mat on it, and that a wooden pillow is nothing but a lump of wood with a small arch cut into it to shape into the neck.

This was a surprise to say the least, sure it is described perfectly but I expected simple accomodation, not something that was frankly, oppressive. I found it pretty much impossible to sleep on it, it didn’t much help that going to bed  at 9:30pm on the 31st with fireworks blowing up in the sky all around by midnight the sound was immense, the Thai’s really like their fireworks and so it was not exactly a sound nights sleep, when the bell sounded at 4:30am for the first meditation talk, it was hard to get up, but the first day went really well, starting with a morning talk, an hour of yoga, and then meditation instruction before breakfast and chores, then a talk about Buddhism, some walking meditation and sitting meditation before lunch and chores, more meditation in the afternoon, along with some chanting, a soya drink for tea (no food) and in the evening two more meditation sessions and a group walking meditation before lights out at 9:30pm.

This pattern filled each day, but each day the lack of sleep hit me more, and of all the things to do when sleepy meditation isn’t one of them, I found myself dozing a little to easily, and after the first few days I was really suffering and after an imensly informative and rewarding first few days the latter days were a struggle physically, rather then mentally, so on day seven I decided to skip out early rather then punish myself for the last couple of days, any benifit was lost to the unnatural sleeping conditions. I really didn’t feel the need to put myself through it any more.

All in all, I did get a lot from the retreat, but it’s no tourist attraction and if anyone was thinking about doing it themselves I’d really think about doing a shorter retreat first to get a feel for how it feels. And for me as it happens when I made it back to Phuket I ended up bumping into some old friends from my last stint at Phuket Backpacker and making a spur of the moment desision to head off the the Full Moon Party on Koh Phangan.

Sometimes you have to take an idea and run with it, and sitting in the pub for a quiet pint and catch up with friends on Thursday we ended up talking about the Big Lebowski and going bowling, I’m not sure which came first but I did find it pretty funny as it was the second time this week I’d been talking about the film. The upshot was we booked a lane at Warrington’s LA Bowl for Friday night and set out to take full advantage of the facilities on offer. (more…)

As I look back at the later part of my trip to Thailand a fair amount of it blurs a little, we didn’t do anything particularly different except sun ourselves by day, mooch around and find some food, then head out to the big party of the night and dance till dawn. The day time activities of beaching and eating having been forgotten, but of them are hard to tie down to a particular date, where as the parties follow a progression that I can remember pretty clearly.

Of course, there are some things I’ll never forget, and around them I’ve pieced together the party nights like this:

18th March

I ached all day, but couldn’t place my finger on why, and just put it down to sleeping funny until suddenly much later in the day it dawned on me that the day before we’d done the Tree Top Adventure, it turns out working your body out really hard is a good way to wake up the next day feeling like you’ve worked your body out really hard.

There was a plan to go to some reggae and ska party but it turned out to be on another beach and a bit of a trek, so we stayed local instead. But I’m not completely sure where we ended up.

19th March

Another night I don’t really remember much about, pretty sure that this was a night of BBQ and dancing at Treehouse, with a funky acoustic set from the same guys we’d seen previously at Ting Tong providing the early music.

20th March

“Lemon bar grand opening with 20 bangkok show girls!” Or so the posters said, which was a little confusing given that we were at the end of the season and we’d already been to Lemon Bar earlier in the week. Still, seemed worth checking out from a “Tick off another box” point of view, so starting at Treehouse for some food and a few warm up drinks we spent so long chilling out, and bantering with people we’d meet previously that we pretty much missed the show, litterally arriving for the very last moments, but we still headed in and had a dance. The whole experience was pretty seedy though, I have no hang ups about dancing with ladyboys, but there was clearly more then dancing going on in another part of the bar, which I stayed well clear of.

The dance floor did have lasers coming out from the DJ booth though which was cool, and I danced like crazy while there, by the time we arrived we’d had a lot of vodka red bull, but I don’t think I got any more drinks while there as Lemon Bar is one of the more expensive places on Lonely Beach.

I headed back to the huts at a fairly early (For us) time, but left my bag in Lemon bar and had to go back and get it, and while heading back down the hill from Oasis I discovered I’d lost my wallet, so after picking up my bag (Which was still with our friends who were still raving on) I headed over to Treehouse to see if anyone found it there, which they hadn’t, so a bit stressed I headed back to the huts, and promptly found my wallet just outside the door of the hut we were hanging out in. But such is life.

21st March – Full Moon

The big parties of the night were dotted along the beach, and for some reason Siam Hut’s appeared to have toned down their set up from the previous weeks Half Moon party, but we were all much more settled into the party lifestyle this time so were as at the Half Moon we all seemed to stick together, we all spread out and mingled a lot more this time, watching the fire shows, dancing in the sea, rolling around in the sand after consuming mushroom shakes and so on, but my big memory of this night was doing a lot of poi, and talking to quiet a number of people about poi as well.

22nd March – Dancing In The Rain

We didn’t really have much of a plan on this night, we just started out at Treehouse fairly early with the usual plan of eating, drinking and partying into the night. As it happens though, this was the most memorable night out.

Not long after we’d all settled for some food and the drinks started flowing the first few drops of rain were felt falling and the wind was noticeably picking up, bringing the waves rising up below Treehouse’s sea front edge, and people quickly hurried to clear the cushions and chairs under the covered areas leaving a lot more open space then normal.

Most of the other rain fall we’d had came in sudden bursts, and left as suddenly as it arrived, but this night there was a real sense of the storm approaching, out across the darkened sea you could clearly see bolts of lightening illuminating the sky and people (Including myself) were hanging of the railings to gaze out at the sea and feel the growing wind lift of the waves that continued to crash below, everyone was getting a little crazy and wild with the anticipation of the storm hitting.

As it happens, caught up in the mood of the night I danced away to the music that fitted perfectly with the way everyone was feeling, and when the rain hit jumping off the dance floor and on to the open decks was the natural thing to do, and I can honestly say I’ve never been happier to dance in the rain.

The first few days on Koh Chang where our most active, thanks to our friends Paul and Shell who were also on holiday for a couple of weeks, though arriving a few days before us.

15th March – Lonely Beach, Koh Chang
Just off Lonely Beach there is a set of three smaller islands not far from the coast, the closest of which has an easy to get to beach so six of us jumped in a couple of kayaks, and paddled out to them to what we had in mind as a deserted island. Of course, we weren’t the only people with this idea, there were a couple of other people milling around as well, but still, it was a good find, and a fun paddle out. Though a rather large wave right on the outset broke my phone (And thus, camera) turns out the water proof pouch didn’t have a water proof zip, and it leaked just enough to break. You live and learn though. Was well worth going out there though, considering I nearly bailed out as I don’t swim so I was slightly nervous about heading out over the ocean, but I didn’t fly half way around the world not to push my comfort levels.

At this point, I don’t really remember which places we partied at – my note book was rain damaged from the previous nights tropical storm, but I think it’s safe to say we went out and drank a lot! I also realize around this time that when you’re in a tropical climate, you really need to pay attention to waterproofing items that needed it. If memory serves, this was Kelly’s – a traveler the guys we had gone out to meet had been hanging out with – last night, so we went out for pizza, and did some drinking out and about.

16th March – Lonely Beach and Bang Bao, Koh Chang
The big event of the day was the elephant ride, we got picked up by taxi about 9am, and it was a short trip north to the elephant place, were we were placed in pairs up on small benches held a top three huge elephants. You have to climb up a set of steps to the boarding platform, and step on to them and shuffle into your seat in pairs, and then off you go, plodding and at times running along on top of this frankly, massive creature. It was all very surreal, but a fantastic time, and a great way to see some of the deeper jungle of the island. Our route took us on a ride of about 45 minutes out to a small pool, where we got off via some more platforms set up on trees, and then chilled out for a bit, the rest of the group when swimming in the pool, and were joined by a couple of the elephants as their riders cleaned them down. Again, not really a water fan so I just sat and watched and had a mooch around before we rode back. At this point, my elephant took a shorter router back then the other two, because it was been a moody bastard. It’s rider wasn’t best please with him, and he tried to do his own thing at several points.For dinner we went a bit further south to the next beach Bang Bao, to the Buddha View restaurant, watched an amazing sun set from the lighthouse watch point at the end of the peer, and enjoyed an amazing meal. While we were in Treehouse we randomly bumped into the woman who runs the tree top adventure, when we told her what we were planning the next day she exclaimed that it was her place! Small world out there.

17th March – Lonely Beach and Tree Top Adventure Par, Koh Chang
The last day of really doing any serious activity was the Tree Top Adventure Park, climbing up high wires, going down zip lines (One of which was 150 meters long) and generally working really, really hard to get around the pair of amazing courses which over looked one of the bays from a perfect vantage point and wind through the jungle. Of all the activities on the island, this is the one I would really recommend. I was pretty surprised at how I coped with it, I always figured I didn’t have a problem with highs, but never really tested out the theory so when I was pottering though the tree tops I was very happy to find it didn’t phase me at all.

This was Paul and Shell’s last day, so we went out for another good meal down at a place we knew only as the decking, a cozy restaurant that over looked the more rocky part of the beach, somewhere in between paradise and sunset. I was once again really impressed with the food and had one of the best first I had ever eaten. I’ll go out on a limb and guess we went out and partied, I think at sunset and then lemon bar, for a pretty crazy night of dancing.

At this point, we’d had a nice run of making sure we did something of note everyday, though with Paul and Shell been the main motivation to get out there from this point we slipped into a much more relaxed pace which formed a familiar pattern of beaches and parties for the most part, It was good to have a few active days though.