As the cosmic energy of 'The Pedge' was sweeping up and away, I was rarely ever in my own company, and it appeared with each failed attempt to make time to myself, the blog would be placed on the back burner. Putting my social life first, I kept a brief note about each day that passed in order to one day look back and catch up on the chronicles of Kassie.
Picking up where I left off, I had three hours sleep before restlessly laying around the hostel and scraping in just in time for the free breakfast, which was a very rare event. My Aussie comrades and I discussed our grand plans for the day, however didn't move from hammocks nor showering until 1pm. The afternoon was spent at 'The house' where half a dozen of our friends lived, later named 'The gypsy banditos'. We got haircuts in the front yard garden salon 'Stone hair' and chilled before heading to Sublime, for sunset beers, pool, and table tennis. I took myself out to dinner while the girls went to the Friday night trivia at Fe. With a failed attempt to sleep I went out to Buddha bar for a chocolate brownie which changed my life, before meeting the girls back at sublime. The girls were smashed drunk and took one of them home to bed. When I later went back, Kate the snake had hurled vomit from the top bunk in the hostel all over the lower level, where I lived! I spent the rest of the night at a friends having a room party until the early hours of the morning (standard).
Saturday night the band played around the bonfire at mullets which was a subtle beginning to what became a massive night at Sublime. My friend had lost his keys so we broke into his room where we again partied until the early hours before waking up at 3pm the next day. I jumped in a tuk tuk with less than an hour to spare for the traditional Sunday BBQ where I caught up with the pals before hitting open mic and dancing on tables, ending the night in a cuddle puddle at the Banditos.
The next few days were a rotation of attempting to not to party, but being filled with tequila and sambucca, one afternoon of market shopping across the lake in Panahachel, a night of a deep nail injury in my right knee, and general lazing and chill. Pushing tab Tuesday on to Wednesday, we spent a glorious afternoon at the Banditios lazing on blankets in the garden cloud gazing and giggling before Eric came home with fire crackers which Ross proceeded to throw in the bonfire! Nearly wetting ourselves in laughter, we salvaged our belongings and looked around at our nest which appeared to have become the aftermath of a civil war. The party continued in sublime, and then to the after party in my mates room until 6am.
The next day was a hurting one but with it being the girls last night in town we hit an awful karaoke bar, Buddha bar and then sublime for a dearly awaited rock night. Being one of two girls in the bar, I danced and sung and moshed so hard I actually put out my neck for the next week! We hit an after party before sneaking back to my hostel dorm where the two girls had both passed out in my bed, unbeknown to them or me why, so we then crashed in one of the bottom bunks until the following day when I got up for breakfast at 4pm.
The following few days were same same but different occupied with late nights, non stop dancing, after parties and breakfast at 4pm. A couple of nights were highlighted as being above average, with epic drum and bass, crazy fun nights of sublime themed parties and live music, and very little sleep. Every couple of weeks or so I'd catch up with a nights sleep exceeding 22 hours which powered me on for the following days of sambucca shots, tequila and beer for breakfast, lake jumps and lazing in the sun chairs at Fe.
At this stage it was over a month that I have been in San Pedro and whilst I always had the intention to leave, I had friends who insisted that I was mad for thinking I would leave anytime soon. It was one day that I sat down with one of my dearest friends Morgan who said that I was ridiculous for thinking that I would leave San Pedro. As if I could make friends as dear as I had here, let alone spend Christmas with anyone other than them! With a firm yet loving talking too, I agreed to find myself an apartment for a fraction of the price of the hostel I was "staying in" and soon following, I began my search. With barely hours passing by, a friend was telling me that she was moving out of her apartment, to one a level above and that I should swing by and check out her room. A gorgeous little private room, with twin shared bathroom for only a third of the price of the hostel, I agreed to move in the next day. Bang! Done!
The next week was the standard eat, (sometimes sleep) rave, and repeat. One afternoon we finally made it to the solar pools for sunset after much talking about, where we chilled and giggled learning that my Aussie mates working at mullets hailed from the same tiny Victorian country town which I spent many of my younger years growing up in. What a ridiculously small world. The next open mic at Buddha bar would be one, if not the best open mic nights we'd had in our time. I rocked a black leather mini and the girls and I partied like rock stars. The proceeding days included cuddling rabbits on my rooftop, Chinese food delivery, sambucca on the rocks, and Dancing like Jellyfish to K. In a completely inebriated state I had d&m with a friend who had been a total jerk, and bridges were not only built, but were much stronger than before.
The following Saturday a famous national band were playing at sublime, and being a friend of sublime, we were ushered through with a stamp on the wrist and a gratis drink on arrival. The following day, in a painfully hungover state, I was barely able to nibble on a hash brown until the evening jam session at sublime snapped me back into party mode. Impressive open mic acts, passionate Cumbia and a blaring bonfire, it was yet another 'best night ever'. Picking up my latest addiction, a Nutella and banana crepe on my way home, it was a rare night of sleep which transformed into an early morning of construction workers smashing it out on the third floor. Do they ever complete a project!?
With Hostel Fe acquiring some bad ass rocking chairs, sun banking and chills just hit a new level. Days leading up the Christmas were sunny and was glorious. Lake jumps were bringing our bodies back to life while sambucca soothed my soul. Shopping at the paca (market) was becoming a common event and I wouldn't come home with less than a few new pieces of clothing for only $1 a piece. Me and five of my closest gal pals created a secret Santa group with a limit of 10q ($2) for a gift which made the Paca adventures even more exciting; to be sure we got each other the perfect pieces on what would be my first Christmas away from the land down under!
