Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Feeling free on a moped on Koh Phangan


Koh Phan Gan.
Famous for the full moon party and the film the beach.

A place where people come to rave and some never leave.


I have been lucky in my life and have been to Koh Phan Gan on three separate occasions. I have sampled the hedonistic pleasure of the full Moon party on Haard Rin beach. Raved in fluorescent paint in the jungle clearings at the half moon party, been to a foam party on the beach and even seen the black moon party too.


This time however it was a little more subdued as it was merely beach parties. When I say merely beach parties I do still mean that it went off and I danced like no one was looking.


The throngs of people were not there this time as it was the hottest season, yet still the beach was packed and the bucket sellers with their cheeky signs tempting you to buy from them lined the beach.
My trusty moped in Haard Rin



One woman held a sign up saying 'I fuck retard midgets', while another had a sign saying 'I am not a cunt' to entice you to buy the Thai whiskey buckets that send you a bit mental.



In the end it worked and I cannot remember how many buckets we drank, all I can say is that we had an epic time and so much fun.


This time however even with the people dancing, spinning fire and drinking there were no boats loads coming from other islands and the beached lined with people passing out and emptying their bladders in the sea.

I remember the morning after the full moon and the beach was a state. Its nice to see it as a pristine beauty spot where you can be silly in the sea.



Take away the hedonism and Koh Phan Gan is a stunningly beautiful tropical island full of gems to explore, see and do.

 

This of course is best done by caning it around on a hired moped.


Whizzing along in a vest or topless with the wind cooling the heat from the sun is a great way to explore.


Stopping at gas stations that are shacks selling what looks like illegally syphoned fuel adds to the experience.


Some dirt tracks up near Chaloklum and the ones that apparantly lead to Bottle beach were impassable ona  moped. We got only so far before I had to werstle the bike, gravity and terrible footholds to get the bike back up hill. It was a near disatrous detour.
In the end we should have caught a taxi boat!


The view point at Phaeng waterfall

I love the feeling of freedom as I pulled the throttle back and the wind picked up buffering my ears. The paved roads were a joy to ride and as you entered the heart of the island the sounds coming from the surrounding trees made you think you were in the deepest darkest jungle. Suddenly out of the blue a temple would appear or an elephant standing proudly chewing slowly by the side of the road.



I can imagine many people staying in Haard Rin; but you must get out and explore and see everywhere. Even the busy capital and main port of Thong Sala has a quaint small market side.



The north of the island is by far the prettiest and the least touristic. It does however have its fair share of resorts.




Walking to Koh Ma island
I remember in 2007 I along with three others walked the cause way to little Koh Ma island where there was a little bar and a nice Blue and white sign welcoming you.



I got there seven years later and the island was a mess. The bar's roof had collapsed and it had the impression of being hit by a tsunami and abandoned. The sign was nowhere to be seem and it was over grown and littered with rubbish.

A far cry from not even a decade ago.




Koh Phan Gan is a place where you can get a tattoo, drink a bucket, catch a long tail boat and party with hundreds and then in ten minutes be on an isolated beach. The place is a gem and I am so happy to say is exactly the same as when I first came. Maybe a little more developed but it still looks the same unlike smaller Koh Tao which has resorts popping up all along the beach front.

So much so that I only recognised the place by natural icons.




I am truly in love wiht the place. It is more laid back than Samui and has more to offer than Tao. It can be mental and quiet and offer everything you want.



The time we spent there was the best time in our trip to Thailand. The feeling of freedom, the fun, the excitement and the fact that we could venture off into the hills and even after getting lost you will always find yourself back at a main road and are no longer than an hour from home.



Speeding along on your own you see so much more. You can stop to admire giant trees looming over head or laugh at the random location of a mock Tudor English themed pub in the jungle.



Mauy Thai rings up on cliff faces and beautiful beaches that are pristine where little old ladies dig for shellfish.



It is a melting pot of western modernism, hedonistic debauchery, natural beauty and quaint rural island life.



Koh Phan Gan you have stolen my heart and I am glad I have seen you during different phases of the Moon's cycle.



I will one day come back and I so very much look forward to it.








Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Wanting to run again




On Sunday I joined thousands of cheering people standing in the London sun shouting encouragement as some of the 36,000 people ran by.

Of course it was marathon Sunday and the sun shone down brightening everyone's spirits.

Some people looked utterly dejected as they ran past us just before mile 18 while others looked fresh as a daisy.

It was as if for one day only London has re-discovered her Olympic spirit and everyone chatted, sang and laughed together using sport as the background.

The day started off well. While I was getting told off by a policeman for standing on top of a bin I saw Mo Farah storm past.

Then the group I was with walked a little further up from Greenwich and soon we saw our friends running past. Or rather they spotted us before we could spot them.

We shouted to people who looked like they were struggling and screamed the names of those with it adorning their vests.

People waved and smiles were seen all around as the sun shone down.

It made me think back to a long, long time ago when I was just a small pup of a man. In 2003 while at university we decided to run the marathon for our RAG charity and somehow after not too much training I found myself on the start line.

Suddenly as I was running in a daze of colour, sounds, music and fun I was shocked to see that I was at the 15 mile marker.
Shouting support on the Isle of Dogs

My legs held out until about mile 22 when it felt like I was running on borrowed second hand legs that didn't quite work properly.

I was happy that apart from only stopping to use the conveniences I kept plodding along at a steady pace.

Once I crossed that finishing line my legs stopped working altogether and the next two days stairs were my Everest challenge.

That medal I received and my sub 5 hour run are two of my proudest memories.

Claire Harding looking fresh approaching mile 18


As I lent on the railings watching people in rhino costumes, bagpus suits and all sorts of fun fancy dress run past I thought back to my time doing it and a smile crept across my face.

I sipped a little of my beer as the sun beat down on my back and a plan started to grow and develope in my mind.

Next year I will run it again.

But this time in fancy dress.

We left our perch and headed off again following the iPhone tracker to catch our friends.

Once again I was leaning on a railing scanning the crowd a little later along and suddenly there they were in front of me. Looking fresh and excited as they came to within 8 miles of finishing.

You can see the faces of the people you know light up when they see a familiar face.

















Also when you shout at a complete stranger some
encouragement you see them acknowledge you and some even regain a stpring in their step as they wave at you.



Many stop walking and carry on running after a few words of encouragement and many start to give the crowd high fives.

Standing there watching you see such  an eclectic bunch of people. Some look as fit as a butchers dog while others you cannot imagine why they ever undertook this event. However you must give those especially all the credit as they are going for it and some are going through incredible pain all in the made of charity.

I was inspired again and now feel I need to take on this marathon again for charity. Lat time I ran from John Grooms, this time who knows. There are many close to my heart.

Congratulations to all who undertook this event and I hope your feet and legs are not as sore as mine where all those years ago!

Ii want to add to this 11 year old medal now!