A little worse for wear from our journey, we avoided the mass of touts at the port and set up camp in a bar to take stock of the situation over an ice coffee. A had already booked accommodation on Koh Tao for her and her friend, J, for the duration of the festival. As J wasn't arriving until the next day I agreed to share accommodation with her for the first night. An open-backed jeep ride across the island's dirt tracker later, i was glad of a decent shower, meal and a bed to sleep in.
In the morning I made my way to the festival site to get a good camping spot while A went to meet J. This was it. Four days of dancing to ceaseless psychedelic rhythms amongst a crowd of amazing people welcoming in the New Year on an island paradise. It certainly couldn't get any better. The location was perfect, the decor stunning, and the music really reached a peak on 1st January 2011.
The festival finished on the 4th and I checked into a hotel in town to recover. Team America was on the movie channel; ideal post festival viewing. I learned that three girls I had travelled Laos with had just arrived on the other side of the island and had persuaded the hotel to throw in a mattress in their room for me at 100 baht a night (about two pounds). It was amazing seeing them again and I felt as though I was catching up with old friends. We chilled on the beach together, went window shopping, danced to the cheesiest music and messed around for a couple of days.
My visa for Thailand was running out and on the recommendation of several friends (plus the rumour of a festival after party) I decided to head for Koh Phangan.
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