Leaving Ko Samui tomorrow to head off to Ko Phangan. I have 3 stories about the random people I have met here, and somehow I feel that the 3rd story is a culmination of the other 2 events.

Three days ago, during breakfast the morning after, a story emerged about how Tim and Troy (two mad guys from Melbourne) took a 2am trip to Burger King down the road. Some form of miscommunication occurred, whereby two of the diners (large black Bosnian men) started some trouble with them -accusing them of racism. After a few unfriendly exchanges, Troy jumped behind the counter and captured the cooking knife, wielding it to the (now frightened) Bosnians. After a few more minutes, the Bosnians left the building, and hovered outside waiting for the Aussies with a few more of their friends. After a 1 hour siege, a 5'6" wiry Thai bouncer in his boxer shorts appears, and calms the whole situation down, granting the Aussies safe passage out of Burger King.

Two days ago, we were out drinking again, and each ended up walking home separately. Graeme got quickly drunk and left with Dawn, Tim was left talking to the bar girl, and Troy disappeared. I started off home alone, and got the usual hassle from all the street urchins (taxis, hookers and ladyboys). You can be as polite as you want, waving them all on, but they still seem to take offence. One actually threw a bottle at me. Finally, after ducking and diving, I arrived home, and could not find Troy. I turned around, and saw him zip by on the back of a scooter being driven by a lady boy. Huh? Disappointing indeed. I went back to the restaurant area and waited by the beach for a while. Troy surfaced after about 20minutes, from the beach. His story was simple but blurry. "I don't know how, but I ended up in the middle of nowhere, and there were 4 Thai guys trying to fight me. Then, I got on the back of a moped taxi, and got back to the bar. No-one was there, so I headed back here, again by taxi. The taxi driver took me nowhere near the hostel, so I refused to pay. Then he and his mates started chasing me, and I had to get on the back of a scooter with a lady boy in order to escape. She/he wouldn't stop driving, and I had to jump off, and then I hid in the bushes, and came out beach, and now i'm here." That's a hell of an adventure.

Last night, Tim and Troy spent a short part of the evening racing up and down the main high street on their scooters, throwing fireworks at the hookers.

This morning, Troy found that all his cash had been stolen from the room (about AU$500 worth).

I'm just glad that I am not of the age to be actually influenced by people anymore.
- posted by Daniel @ Friday, April 30, 2004