Ko Phangan is Happengan

['a' short note on the keyboard that I'm using - I can do any capital letter I like except capital 'a'. Please don't write me off as an illiterate fool.]

ah glorius sunny party town! Soul home of the 80s raver, we are in a really quiet part west of Hat Rin (where it's at) called Ban Khai. Last night we stayed in a place called Lee Gardens in a really basic open air hut that only has electricity at night. It was fun, but the bed was too hard so we've moved next door into an enormous thatched hut with air-conditioning run by some mad Dutch folk who left Holland after the introduction of the euro ruined their lives. Hans is a drummer from some band that was huge in Holland in the 80s, and his son Martin who is 35 years old looks older than Hans. I guess that's what you get when you have children who never grew up for parents.

The trip from Samui to Phangan was completely uneventful. The prices where we're staying are dead cheap - 400THB for our accomodation last night and 600THB for tonight.

We've met some nutty Germans whose names are Heinkel and Silka who we've dubbed Hiko and Silky. They're really sweet and love to drink - perfect. In fact we're waiting to catch up with them now down at the ugly pier in Hat Rin. We drove down on our motorbikes (yes, my motorbike cherry is busted thanks to some concerted and very patient training from Damo) into town from Ban Khai which I think might have been singularly the most hair-raising driving event of my life. The hills here are STEEP - up and down. But I think I've got the hang of it enough to get home safely today. I wont be buying one in australia.

Damo and Hiko got fecking smashed last night while Silky and I fumbled through the language barrier, so we have to stay another day in Phangan. What a shame... not! Until next time, ciao me dears!