Walking down the street in Koh Phangan, heading for some grub, Amy and I were casually discussing the shape of the moon (because that evening we were going to a half moon party and I was impressed at how half moony it really was). From about 200 metres away, completely unprovoked, two giant (if I'm honest normal sized) dogs came pelting for us, teeth bared, doing the whole vicious barking and growling thing. We ran. They went for me. I did this amazing (yes, I will boast about it) scream - somewhere between a yell, shout and terror at them and flailed my legs, completely missing them but making myself fall over. Their teeth were about an inch from my leg. I'm so lucky that the scream scared them as I was on my back and a prime target. We ran for about a kilometer before slowing down, and decided to hail a friendly man on a motorbike to take us back in-case it happened again.
The half moon party was good. Although apparently a boy said that I must be a lesbian because I was refusing to kiss anyone. Charming boy. I also ended up back in the wrong beach hut as I was insistent when a little tipsy that my friend was in my hut. The next morning when he showed me his luggage he won the argument.
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