I’m standing in a tree house, looking down at dead body in a car.
It’s in pieces, like my distorted mind.. One of the side effects of necking a magic mushroom shake, apparently.
It was our last day in Phuket, so we thought we’d make it a special one with the help of psilocybin – the magical ingredient inside the warped fungi.
The Reggae Bar in Rawai, is known for its homegrown mushroom shakes, which you can buy for 400 Thai baht (that’s about a tenner).
20-30 minutes after drinking the blended shroom brew, we started to feel it take over.
Note: It tastes like sh*t!
As always, Shane come up first, most likely because he hadn’t eaten in hours.
The psychedelic trance music kept him entertained for a bit – and this tent.
“IT’S SO FUN” – I can remember him saying throughout the night, whilst donning a smile that stretched across his entire face.
Meanwhile, I’d managed to leave the club, find a lake and chill on a bench while looking up at the stars – which appear much bigger and brighter when you’re off your tits.
Quite beautiful actually.
Before long, I’d nodded off into my own little world, a peaceful moment of serenity.
I was only gone for 6 minutes (yes, I timed it) – but it felt like HOURS!
As I snapped back to reality, I noticed a couple of mozzies had taken advantage of my warm, semi-conscious body.
Blood sucking, little sh*ts!! Where the f*ck is a can of Raid when you need it.
As I got back to the Reggae Bar, I took a much needed piss.
Kind of freaked out when the urinal fired it straight back at me.
Turns out it wasn’t connected to a waste pipe. Nice.
So after cleaning up and finding Shane, we decided to take a little detour around the building until we found a strange place next door called Yoonique Stone.
It’s a bar, kind of… but with some seriously twisted props – which reminded us of the Saw film.
“Wanna play a game?”
Our curiosity lured us towards a set of ladders which lead us into a trippie treehouse, kitted out with mediation beds and other weird stuff to play with.
It’s the ultimate chill zone, until you look over the edge and see a mangled up corpse inside a crashed 1980s Cadillac.
Okay, it wasn’t a real body but when you’re off your face it’s still a pretty f*cked up thing to see.
Like idiots, we left shortly after and hit the empty streets on our Scoopy – one of those retro scooters.
The ride, was just as refreshing as it was irresponsible.
I don’t think there’s any recorded deaths of people actually dying from eating Magic Mushrooms…
It’s their stupid f*cking behaviour that get’s them killed – and riding a scooter is one example.
Another example, perhaps stumbling into an abandoned building?
The place was a wreck but it didn’t stop us checking each and every room and finding all sorts of cr*p along the way.
Mannequins, bottles of piss and at one point we thought we’d found some kind of explosive device.
Shane even bagged himself a free pair of shoes.
But it wasn’t until we reached the end of the gigantic passage when we discovered what we’d been exploring….
A Thai football stadium… or at least that’s what it used to be!
After finally satisfying our wandering minds, we decided to chill out on a beach, discussed a few world problems, come up with cures and then forget them by the time the psychedelic wore off completely.
The entire experience lasted 3 hours 22 minutes from the moment we had the shake to bedtime.
Fun fact: Did you know Bill Gates and Steve Jobs took psychedelics?
Time distortion is one of the many potent effects you get from Mushrooms – it felt like we’d been out for much longer.
What a trip!!
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