By the conclusion of my second night, it was clear I was turning into a vampire. I would emerge from my bungalow later and later each day. After riggling around in bed for a bit, I’d open the door and lounge on my porch for awhile longer before getting up the energy to either go for a swim or find a cool place for lunch.
My sense of loneliness which had dogged me the first two weeks in Thailand faded away after meeting a bunch of people the first night, and Warren the second. All along, I’d kept in contact with Steve who was counting down the days until he too departed India for Thailand. I continued to entice him to the Full Moon Party by relaying my nightly tales of intoxicated adventure.
My theory is why mess with success so I grabbed a beer at the Mountain Bar for sunset. After a few minutes of admiring the view, or reading, maybe both, I joined a few girls nearby. Maura and Laura were Irish, giving me the opportunity to relay my love of their country (at least what I remember from a 2-week tour there 10 years ago).
After talking for awhile, they posed for a photo so I could earn another $10, and we headed down to the beach. It was their first night, so we took in the usual sights of fire jump rope at the Drop In bar, and well, who knows what else. I’d dispensed with taking the camera below the Mountain Bar. It was getting in the way when I was dancing like a fool in the sand.
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