The big day. We'd been waiting a long time for this, and . . . Waking up at noon we ate breakfast in the restaurant. An American woman, Kim, had just moved in, and we quickly became friends with her. Preparing for the festive night ahead, I padlocked my bed to my backpack, and the others did the same.
Thieves love to break into rooms the night of the full moon party.
We caught the ten o'clock taxi to the party, and what a party it was. Thousands of happy backpackers, package tourists, expats, bums, hippies, lunatics, everyone from a different corner of the globe, and everyone having a great time. People packed the beach, talking, lying on mats, or dancing to techno blasting from every establishment with a sound system. Impossible not to have a good time. Everyone I'd met recently, just about, seemed to be present.