Ko Lanta, March 12-15, 2006

Jordan and i were feeling kinda cracked out from the night before when arriving at Ko Lanta, where hordes of people are pushing for you to go to their bungalow. Our random decision to hop in the back of a truck with guy named "mr. T" turned out to be a winner. The place we stayed ended up being a perfect combination of laid-backness during the day and looniness at night, complete with local lovlies and crazies.

the 3 buck a night bungalows

Me sleeping off our previous night on ko phiphi



little crabs had virtually taken over the entire stretch of beach...




mr. T's hut. seriously he lived here and it was all so adorable in a robinson crusoe kind of way



Sitting with the resident swedes, Ide and Linda ... in Matt's 'circle'. (matt was a kiwi staying at the bungalows and helping to pimp it out for mr. T and company). Sitting in the circle meant you had to speak only in thai or english, and you couldn't swear, and some other stuff... and if you break a rule you walk out into the water and ring some bell. It was cute.



Late night long exposure flash fun with jordan's camera and mine!



Me looking suspiciously at linda and her bucket. So yeah on ko lanta, if you ain't drinking 5 liters of red bull, vodka, and coke out of a bucket, you ain't livin.



Somewhere on a beach with a swede and her bucket. Super crunked.



Swede. Bucket. (see a pattern developing here?)



Even swedes can't handle swedish massages.



Linda and Ide were just an all around barrel of fun. They even can-canned!



Trying to break up the swede/bucket love-a-thon with some old school elephant riding! Our elephant, "Bo" approaches.




Afterward Jordan and i hooked our bitches up with some bananas.



Okay but seriously, back to the swedes and buckets. Jordan's last night on ko lanta was a night before mine, so we had to have a 'mini-party' to celebrate his early departure.



Ide and one of her 'husbands.' Seriously homegirl was marrying a local on every island she would visit. And boy would they be enraptured. There must be two dozen pics of her ko lanta husband hanging on for dear life.





you get the picture...



Me and the previously mentioned Matt



jordan seriously fearing a swedish massage



The next night was a full moon, which on thailand means things go ape shit. It so happened that our bungalows were throwing the biggest island party on ko lanta (how convenient!) Doing some pre-party bucket painting at sunset.



Me and mr. T!



mr. T, the nice guy from munich, and the nice, over-tanned swedish girl



me and the nice french guy living in freiburg



the requisite fire twirling



at some point bikini girl felt the bar staff was a little lonely



so she started doing, um, well, something.



whatever it was matt had the perfect view of it.



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA....

Which leads me to this photo. I have no idea what she's doing but i can't stop staring at it much in the same way you can't stop staring at a car crash. My god.



I think car crash girl finish elicited this reaction from Linda...



mr. T was not gonna let this opportunity to get play go by uncontested. I love how the shirt now get partially, but not all the way, off.



random full moon party photo (bear in mind my display screen broke for all these shots ... sniffle)



Linda and matt



and a sweaty me



a final shot of mr. T and i before departing



and just how many swedes go to ko lanta and environs? DIRECT flights from stockholm to krabi. i think that says it all.