I wanted to go to Koh Lanta because I’d heard from everybody in real life and on the Internet that it was “the chill island” of Thailand. No body burning flaming jump ropes and shit like on Koh Phi Phi, and no full moon parties, neon paint, or raging and vomiting on the beach. And that would be good for me, because I’m twenty-seven and I hate techno music. And it was actually very chill. Supposedly, there’s one big, main party at one of the beach bars on each night of the week. There are flyers around and the tuk tuk drivers can take you to wherever it’s happening. And if you’re like me, you can easily avoid every one of them. So what the hell did I do in Koh Lanta then? Not very much… Watching the Super Bowl at 7 AM Okay, it was actually earlier than that. I woke up at 6 AM and made a disastrous amount of noise in my dorm room while gearing up to go to the bar at this ungodly hour. I split a tuk tuk to the Irish Embassy (clever bar name, huh?) with the one other person showing signs of life in my hostel that […]