The Partay ...
Who’d have thought a beach could be lit up like New Year’s Eve and sound like a warehouse nightclub at the same time. Apparently, the guys at the Pink Fish Bar knew the secret. Insert four giant ear drum annihilation speakers the size of compact cars in a squared-off area of a beach. Turn the volume to maximum and the bass as low as possible. Place the bar in front of the speakers with swinging coloured spotlights and have local girls in tiny denim shorts and pink t-shirts serve ice-cold beer. Done deal. It sold me.
Dinner was free, too. A bowl of fish drowned in coconut milk mixed with rum on a bed of soft Thai rice. I’d have gladly passed out then and there if it wasn’t for the vodka red bulls I’d switched to after dinner. They were at half price. One-eighth of the price
