August 22nd, 2005, Koh Phangan
Full moon. Full stop.
I guess we were one of the very, very few people (our age) who did not attend a legendary Full-Moon-Party here. But according to those who were already up and able to talk we didn’t miss out on a lot. The rest probably wouldn’t remember…
Nah, we just didn’t feel like it. Maybe it’s because we were lazy all day. We basically just chilled at the beach and in the lounge. Hooray for these triangle-shaped cushions. Unfortunately too big to pack in a backpack, I so would have loved to buy one!
Once the sun set we continued doing nothing in particular. We read, drank, ate, thought about stuff, wrote shit and enjoyed it all to the fullest. All of this with a view over the ocean, the slight rustle of the palm-fronds in the wind, sand between our toes and the dearest in our hearts. On top of all of this they showed a movie at the lounge. Ok, not too special, TVs and big screens are running everywhere “The Beach” is on once a day- no matter where you go… But this wasn’t just a movie. It was a film adaption of a novel written by N. Sparks called “The Notebook”. If you know me, you’d hand me a tissue.
Oh dear! By the end titles I was wrecked. A picture of misery. All puffy from crying with a rapt smile on my face because I love these kind of tears. Joyful sadness. Sounds weird, I know, but it makes me happy. No no, I am not talking about tears of joy. I cry because it’s sad and it makes me feel alive. I don’t know. I fall for thoroughly put affective impulses for sure…
I was high on emotions and went swimming in the sea all by myself. It was dark. The full moon reflected on the water surface. It was beautiful. And there was silence. No frigging Jaws-score in my head. What a moment to remember.
“I feel a bit unreasonable”, tipsy as she was my friend sipped on her straw poking out from a bucket filled with rum, redbull, coke and limejuice. The night ended with a lovely group of people (fellow travellers from the UK and staff members). Most of the drugs and gist of discussion have passed from me. I was pensive, lost in thought, spaced out maybe. But I always kept an eye on my friend… ❤️
We get it almost every night
When that moon is big and bright
It’s a supernatural delight
Everybody dancin‘ in the moonlight
…
Dancin‘ in the moonlight
Everybody’s feeling warm and bright
It is such a fine and natural sight
Everybody’s dancin‘ in the moonlight (Dancing In The Moonlight – Toploader)