I got bored of feeling lonely, so I texted Druce to see if he and Will were on Koh Samui yet. The answer was yes, they had arrived at 6 this morning on the night boat from Surat Thani, they were staying at the First House Resort on Chaweng Beach, and I was more than welcome to join them. Having spent 438 Baht doing my last update (this is about £7, a lot to spend in an Internet Cafe), and watching Run, Fatboy, Run in an English cafe, I went and caught the last boat to Samui, and ended up surprising Druce and Will by creeping up on them as they parked their bikes in the hotel. This place is really swish, the rooms are 2500 a night, but they let me sleep on their floor for free, which is cool. Well, not really, it was incredibly uncomfortable, but better than nothing. After a relaxing hot bath (the first opportunity I've had to have one since arriving in Thailand) we headed out into town to see what was going on - the first place we stopped was for dinner, where we had an enormous mixed BBQ which we entirely failed to finish - it had beef and pork steak, chicken thighs, mixed kebabs, spare ribs, sweetcorn and a baked potato each, we made a valiant effort considering we weren't even that hungry, but we ultimately failed. Next we headed to Tropical Murphy's Irish Pub, which had live music enticing us in. There was a girl singing loads of decent songs, mainly of the No Doubtish persuasion, with a little 4 Non-Blondes thrown in, who was later replaced by a dude singing some rock requests. Halfway through his set, he announced that he had a special guest on drums - this was a wizened little Italian guy who looked like Iggy Pop's dad, who proceeded to bash out an incredible version of Smoke On The Water, including a 10 minute drum solo in the middle. The guy was going mental throughout, pulling the most awesome faces, and quite possibly enjoying it more than I have ever enjoyed anything in my life.
After this ridiculous spectacle we ran the gauntlet of Hostess/GoGo bars, with the screams of "Massaaaaaaaage?" and "Handsome maaaaaaan", ending up at Soi Green Mango, which is apparently the centre of the nightlife scene. It was rammed full of a mix of tourists (including three of the oddest looking men we have ever seen, lurking by the bar and eyeing up the...), prostitutes and ladyboys. There were also a few young Thais in there too, some of whom we talked to. One girl, Jill (more of her later) came up to Will and started chatting, had to go away for some reason and said "Ok, I come back and speak with you" to which Will replied, outraged, "NO! I don't want to sleep with you!" Luckily she didn't take offence, and returned with a bucket which she offered to us to share. There were some of the most incredibly good-looking girls I have ever seen in there, along with some of the most heavily made-up and scantily clad as well. We just hung out and chatted with Jill and her friend. On one occasion, when Will brought a girl he had been talking to over, Jill exclaimed "tell your friend not to bring any more prostitutes over here!" She clearly has a more trained eye than Will, who was left somewhat flabbergasted by this. Anyway, we remained in the club and thereabouts until the early hours of wednesday, taking in the sleazy spectacle that is Soi Green Mango, before getting motorbike taxis, lifts, and walking back to our hotel, in various states of disarray.
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