Through Bangkok to Koh Phangan

I'm beginning to think that I shall never grow up. Most of you probably already know that I am destined to never grow up, so this news will come as no suprise.
This chapter begins with, what people describe as possibly, the worst road in South East Asia, the road from Siem Reap to the Thai border. This consists of about 4hrs of pothole with elements of dirt and road along the edge. After some comedy transport arrangements, where even I was able to almost lose my cool, we were underway. I should imagine that I am one of the few westerners in history to have managed to sleep on this journey, owing to the 2hrs sleep from the night before, and by sleep I mean drifting in and out of conciousness with my head bouncing between the car roof and the Aussie guy on my left.
On crossing the Thai border I graced the tarmac with a pope style kiss, hopped in a real minibus and fell asleep again.
Reaching Bangkok was like coming home, the familiar but annoying sounds of overplayed Jack Johnson, the hustling tuk tuk drivers trying to sell their 'something' and the awesome street stall food vendors. To add to the excitement, it turns out that it was the 60th anniversary of the Thai kings reign, so the whole country was living it up, especially in Bangkok. To celebrate this event, I, and my new American buddy, headed off to the Patpong district to see the infamous ping pong show. Off course this journey took two attempts as the equally infamous dodgy tuk tuk drivers tried to take us everywhere but Patpong. We eventually saw the show and it was, of course, an extremely funny experience.
So just two nights in Bangkok and then down to Koh Phangnan, home of the full moon 'soiree'.
After a good nights sleep on the floor of the overnight bus, I was dropped off bleary eyed at the ferry terminal at Suratani. Three hours later the island of Koh Phangan was blessed with my camera and I.
Now the next few days are slightly hazy. I found a great little guest house on a beach, called ........The Beach, right next to Nice Guest House. This provided some interesting moments when trying to tell the taxi driver, on the way back from the full moon party, that I was staying at the beach next to the nice guest house!?! It took a while but I got there in the end.

Which brings me onto the full moon party. Once again, the buckets(whiskey, coke and extremely potent red bull) made an appearance. I remember my second bucket at about 1am, and have the mandatory memory loss for the next five hours.
So come 6am I found myself watching the sunrise before heading back to the loudest club on the beach where I proceeded to dance in a frenzy of dayglow paint and breakfast beer until roughly 11ish.
I vaguely remember scaring some people, who had just arrived on the island, in the taxi on the way back and spent the rest of the day tucked up in bed.
The next day, my new friends and I decided that we had such a good time, and we should do it all over again. Will I ever learn? Apparently not. So with 24hrs recovery inbetween we headed back down to Hat Rin, drank more of that alchohol caffeine combo stuff, applied luminescent body paint and danced like crazy people until dawn again!........followed by another day in bed.
Needless to say, the camera did not go to the party with me, however, I did manage to take some photographs during my time there.
Next stop, the Per Hentian islands in Malaysia, then home. The Per Hentians are supposed to have a more paradise like quality than the Thai islands and, judging by the number of Seven Elevens and ATMs in Thailand, that can't be too hard!