There are no pictures from the day today, because we missed most of it.
I managed to drag myself out of bed at about 10am for some work and attempted to wake Julia from the dead at about 11am to succeed only briefly. She was feeling rough, but I managed to persuade her to go and have something to eat with me.
We went back to Cosmic and ordered a pizza and two banana milkshakes. Julia sat down, but at the sight and smell of food wanted to vomiting. In her defense, she staved it off for a bit, but when she started to gag I advised her to run for the hills – she did, disappeared into our room and was never seen again.
I was left to finish a pizza and two banana milkshakes by myself, probably saving me from hang-over hell. I went back to the room to check on the passed-out-again Julia and went back to D’ Books for a day of work. Only around 5pm did Julia attempt to surface again, and tenderly so.
We decided she needed a lot of food and once again had the all-you-can-eat BBQ buffet at Matt’s Joint and let it settle with a long walk on the beach. Phi Phi seemed to be back to normal – parties where starting up, but it didn’t have the same air of urgency about it. We settled on a spot on the beach with some chairs and relatively cheap drinks and sipped on beer and Bacardi.
As the crowds gathered and the night warmed up, a few local people appeared on the beach and entertained us with a fire-show. Julia and I realised that we didn’t keep a bucket from the night before, something we (and possibly thousands before us) thought would make a good souvenir. So we decided to order another bucket for the sake of it. We got a nice bucket with a cheap mixer consisting of Sangsom – the local poison, which I believe they call rum.
Tried as we did, sipping it for a while, it didn’t make the hideous drink any more palatable, so after we left the venue we dumped the nearly full bucket down the drain. In light of the stories of major hangovers due to this shit, it was probably the best move ever.
With Julia’s headache warn off and the euphoria from the night before still lingering in our veins, we made a big mistake – we tried to recreate it. We were back at the Tiger Bar and with buckets in hand we quickly made friends. We even bumped into the Scottish girls from the night before and swapped and compared memories and stories. But it was clear from the start that it would never even come near to touching the likes of the night before.
It ended up being quiet late actually, and after a night of sedate conversation and but one bucket o’ vodka, the night wound up for us at the very respectable time of 2.30am. After a late-night bite we headed back home and to bed, but not before taking in copious amounts of water.