Full Moon Madness

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On the eve of the Full Moon Party I took my camera out for an hour while everyone was waiting until midnight to head to the beach.  This is what happens when you stick a camera in people’s faces after they’ve been drinking for a few hours.  Some of these people I know …and some I don’t.  With some I remember a state they are from, a school they go to, or a random conversation we had.

The party itself went until at least 8am – there were still people dancing on the beach when I needed to walk back to my hostel and sit down.

 

$10 for a bucket with a small vodka bottle and mixer
This girl saw my camera and specifically stopped to tell me I had to take a picture of her and her ass. (That picture isn’t included here…)

 

Photos from the last few days

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Since I haven’t done a great job of writing anything lately, it seemed like a good idea to throw some new pictures up. Some are better than others and all could use better descriptions – but it may fill in some of the last five days.

 

$30 Beer Buffet sounds like a wonderfully terrible idea.

$30 Beer Buffet sounds like a wonderfully terrible idea.

 

Fire Dancing (3)

 

Rambo doesn't mess around

Rambo doesn’t mess around

 

Sat here for a bit and read.

Sat here for a bit and read.

 

...my place isn't nearly as nice.

…my place isn’t nearly as nice.

 

This is where memories go to die.

This is where memories go to die.

 

The BEST mojito
Sad dog is sad
Rambo doesn’t mess around
So many t’s.
…my place isn’t nearly as nice.
Same as the other storm picture.
This picture sums up the island. Bike rentals. Full moon t-shirts. Hostels.
Crepes – now with 100% more cartoon boob.
As you get off the ferry across islands, this is what you are greeted with as you try to find your bag.
…surprisingly NOT a vampire themed hostel.
This is where memories go to die.
Sat here for a bit and read.
…I was not staying here. They probably wouldn’t have even let me use the toilet at this place.
Pub Crawl flyer. I’m wondering how this rule is enforced.
At what point does a hostel become a brothel?
This pizza was fantastic. The place is run by two Italians.
Pregaming made easy. The ratio on these will kill you though.
I’ll probably come get a bucket here just for this drawing.
The idea of a bucket of white russian during a beach dance party sounds like a surefire way to throw up.
The bar had painted coconuts hanging all around its exterior
…surprisingly NOT a gay themed hostel.
$30 Beer Buffet sounds like a wonderfully terrible idea.