Small notices were placed around town.
"Full Moon Party Till You Drop" with a cryptic map attached.
After corousing the decent part of the night away, we decided to check it out. Gathering up some motos, we headed to a residential (very modest) part of town.
Deckland knew where we were going and I always felt better when he was around. He was the kind of guy who could get you out of more trouble than he got you into.
We could hear the party before we got there. Somehow a couple of gonzo Italians had procured a small house and had set up a bunch of gazebos, a music system and a tropical bar. All in the back.
There was a mixture of milling, mixing and moshing. Tunes were pounding. The usual gratis cauldrons of herb were around, but the house bongs were particularly hard to find. Deckland was laying out lines of Ketamin for the select - Wheeeeee...
As part of a much greater lack of infrastructure, pharmacies are unregulated in Cambodia. There is a big problem with counterfit drugs, like expensive heart medications, making it to the shelves. There is a smaller problem with open access to the pharmacopia.
Before I knew it dawn was upon us. The neighborhood was coming alive, and folks were stopping on their way to work to gawk at all the farout tourists. Deckland and I flagged a moto and headed to a religious service at the nice hotel in town. When we got there, nothing was going on - we seemed to have gotten confused the about the date.