day 220, Don Det

The usual pleasant start to the morning, then to the beach and the café for a drink and a read. As Andy, Miya and Deem were heading off to Cambodia tomorrow we thought we’d celebrate, or Miya thought that and set about making buckets. We got some empty water bottles, cut them in half, filled them with ice, poured in a bottle of whiskey, M-150 (which is like a bastardised version of red bull, it’s fucking dangerous and it’s motto is “Courage, Devotion, Sacrifice”) coke and limes, followed the bucket etiquette of when sharing buckets through straws looking each other in the eyes and got battered.  Played some Frisbee with some Israelis, went through another 2 whiskey bottles and walked back just after the sunset worse for wear. Somehow showered and got changed and went off for Indian after a bit of a drunken lie down on the beach, built a bonfire and sat around, two more whiskey bottles were consumed and had a great night looking up at the almost full moon, at times there were two of them and they were moving. After taking it in turns to pass out I dragged myself to bed, woke up around sometime in the dead of the night for a piss and ran into Deem who was just coming in, but he’s not a party animal…