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.

 

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…)
$10 for a bucket with a small vodka bottle and mixer

 

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.

 

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