Foam Parties: Worth The Risk?

Waves crash onto the tropical beach.

Above, the moon peers out from behind her blanket of clouds, gazing serenely down on the spectacle unfolding beneath her. Flashing lights alternate between blue, green, and purple as loud party music blasts through the night. A black machine blasts foam high into the air, and the lights illuminate it, turning it all the colors of a rainbow. Soapy bodies jump up and down beneath the palm trees, dancing the night away. The revelers scream and laugh as the foam envelops their arms, legs, even their heads. A man picks up his friend, dumping him in a pile of suds four feet high. The soap thrashes and heaves, until the dancer bursts out again in a flying cloud of soap. He is entirely covered, and looks rather like a great white marshmallow monster.

Patong: My Thoughts

But although Patong has been fun, I do not think I would willingly live here for long. The very fact that the city caters to tourists in every way makes me uncomfortable. There is no way to truly experience the culture of Malaysia when in an environment set up primarily for other cultures to enjoy. Although we’ve been in Malaysia for a few days now, it still feels as if we haven’t entered the country at all!