Time to move on and this time it’s a short boat ride further north to Koh Tao. We stayed in the very cheap but cheerful Koa Tao Backpackers on Sairee beach, the main one on the island.
It was really sunny so we hit the beach straight away with a big bottle of Chang which was the start of a session.
After the beer and watching the sunset we headed for some food in a little place on the main road. We had a huge meal which started off with some really good fresh spring rolls, then fish and a veg dish with another big bottle of Chang.
After the meal we headed back to the beach where the bars along the front turned into little clubs with mats to sit on at the front. We chose one of these bars and ordered more drinks
Entertaining us was a troop of fire dancers who were amazing, throwing their fire sticks (or whatever you call them) in the air, to each other and then coming around the seating area and waving the fire right next to your face.
We then headed onto the buckets which was a bad mistake. We both chose to have Sangsom and a mixer, ordering one bucket each. John finished his and then finished mine off. And then we had another big bottle of Chang which probably proved to be a little too much.
We stumbled back to the hostel and that’s when the madness started. It appears that John’s bucket had an added ingredient. He was pretty drunk and managed to get into bed ok. After five or ten minutes he got up and the started to talk crazy asking the other people in the room where I was. He was asking “Where’s julia, where has she gone”. I, of course, was passed out on my bed and didn’t hear any of this. Next thing I know, John is shaking me and shouting at me “Where’ve you been?! Where’ve you been?!”
He then ran out of the room off into the corridor. I was half awake and pretty drunk. The other people in our dorm had no idea what was going on and were laughing at this crazy white boy who was running around in a pair of boxers!
I went out of the dorm looking for him and found him in a shower cubical. Checking he was okay, I made him open the door to let me in. He was stark bollock naked, soaking wet, his pants on the floor.
The shower was on to help him calm down and he said “I thought i lost you, I thought you were dead!” At this point he started crying, crying because he thought that I was dead! Really strange but it was apparent at this point that something was altering his mind somewhat.
I grabbed a towel, got him to put his pants back on and reassured him that in no way I was dead.
I eventually managed to get him back into bed where he pretty much just passed out.
Moral of the story, be careful with the buckets.