Koh Pha Ngan, full moon party

After arriving & walking down the jetty we manage to locate a songathew going to the beach we want to stay at (somewhere far enough away from Hat Rin to not be broken into on the night of the full moon by people looking for beds) We climb in next to a couple of families & I desparately attempt sleep on the attrocious, windy, unpaved roads. It takes quite a long time too. We pile out and I babysit the bags while Innes & Mark set off in opposite directions down the beach. Mark soon comes back with promising news and we trundle along to starlight bungalows. The room is nice although that first night I see a solitary cockroach coming out of the bathroom, it didn't come back or bring any friends though, so we'll let it off. A couple of days spent chilling on the beach to prepare us for the full moon then follow. The easiest way to get to Hat Rin is by boat, so we book a taxi boat which picks us and a few other partygoers up at 7. We're soon a bit damp from the spray being thrown up and are given a tarpolin to hide under, this soon proves to have been pointless when we arrive at Hat Rin as the beach is steeper so the boat can't get as close. We stop just where the surf is breaking and are told to get off. The boys jump off first and are soaked to their waist, I decide to take my dress off and wrap it around my neck (I'm wearing a bikini underneath) but fall over 3 times while doing this and making my way to the front of the boat as the waves crash against it. We all eventually stumble to the beach and the first people we see, sipping buckets of booze, are Rach & Emma. Who sensibly got land based taxis. We wander off to locate some chairs, buckets of our own and bbq beach food. Innes tanks a couple of buckets fairly quickly and wanders off pursuing some Thai lady, he's pretty spaced out when we locate him later. An easy drunk to look after though, and he's hardly sick at all...when he comes back to reality at about 4 am I run off into the sea (probably for a pee, the loos were disgusting). Losing the guys and finding some French friends instead. At 8.30 after a couple of laps of the beach looking for the guys and my flip flops amongst all the bottles I decide to meet them back at the guesthouse. I have to pay an extortionate 1000baht (around 15 quid) for the (land based) taxi back but have no other choice but to pay it. Arriving back on the beach at the same time as the guys, luckily. They'd walked part of the way then got a taxi for 300baht each. We snaffled another room, only a/c left, then slept for the rest of the day, waking to force down some mushroom soup with my hangover at 8.