I suppose one of the greatest challenges for me with blogging is that I haven’t wanted to rub it in people’s faces that I am having the time of my life. I’ve gone through such phases of not wanting to tell my story or thinking only the dramatic stuff is worth writing about. Ultimately I’m not writing for anyone but myself so I thought I’d write this general lovey piece about my favourite island.
I told you all about how we settled into Thai life, how Roscoe ended up in Koh Samui hospital, how many awesome friends came to visit us. So much of my time in Koh Phangan was spent not doing much at all. But that is what I loved about it.
You fall into a lifestyle there that involves days on end of casual fun. Meeting friends for beers by the pool bar, going for a meal at the night market, popping over to a secluded beach, or just hanging on your veranda. It’s a life that is slow most of time, then a little frenetic and full of debauchery now and again.
Our last month or so on the island were some of the best times. We made an effort to drive around the island, Roscoe riding his motorbike, me on the back, the wind in my hair. I had grown to love being a passenger on his bike. Much unlike how I used to be with my pillion panic in Chiang Mai.
In the last week I put on a curry feast that went down a treat.
I had been promising to do this for a while. We all pitched in a 100 baht and bought all the spices and ingredients I needed and I filled my friends bellies full of the grub I’ve grown up cooking.
Another day, we travelled in convoy to the Lake Hut bar where I amused everyone with the worst faceplant you have ever witnessed. Oh the shame.
And ate A LOT.
We breathed in everything we loved about this island with a little bit of bittersweet sadness that it was going to end.
Koh Phangan isn’t just about the Full Moon. It’s about a community, idyllic beaches, lush forest, mouthwatering food and I can safely say, I was so very very happy there.