Miss Rosie Reed and I went to the Phi Phi islands and met a lot of cats. We took a longboat out to the beach and the captain pulled out a handmade bamboo bong and cut up some Thai brick weed with the pineapple knife.
Shroom shakes on Magic Mountain at the Full Moon Party, which was actually just a lot of people getting messy on a beach with fiery displays, cheap buckets of alcohol and tattoo parlours open 24/7. I took the ferry alone from Koh Samui with a backpack and no accommodation plans and ended up having to stay up all night sober for the first ferry back, and witnessed the vomit-splattered horror that was the end of the party.
I met a girl on Tinder who I'd seen in a documentary before. We went out to Bangla Road with her boyfriend and housemates, all Americans teaching English in Thailand. We were mobbed by street promoters and talked into sports bars, ice bars, girl bars... I rode around on the back of their scooters, flying through the picturesque winding hills and valleys of the island. The next morning we visited a rasta bar overlooking the ocean before spending the afternoon at a quiet beach smoking a joint and eating street food. In the taxi to the ferry wharf, our driver decided to bring his entire family along for a day trip, so we ate snacks from 7/11 with his wife and daughters.