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A new guide, ‘101 Places to Get F—-ed Up Before You Die,’ will send you to the mud festival in Korea, the full moon party in Thailand, and other hot spots.
If you get wasted in Times Square every New Year’s Eve, you’re a rank amateur. There’s a whole world of much better places to get really blitzed.
And no one knows that better than the editors of Matador Network, an online travel magazine, who are publishing the seminal guide to international hedonism, “101 Places to Get F—ed Up Before You Die: The Ultimate Travel Guide to Partying Around the World,” out Jan. 7.
The book is not just for inebriates, but for serious tourists.
“Drinking culture, drug culture, partying and sex, those are very, very intimate parts of a culture that you might not get by going to a museum or a historic site,” says Katka Lapelosova, an editor.
“You can get to know a culture better by sleeping with someone from that culture than viewing the Mona Lisa.”
Matador writers fanned across the globe to compile the ultimate bucket list. Some of the listings are already well known, such as Burning Man, but others constitute a far-flung discovery.
Here are Matador’s six top free-for-alls:
The mud trucked in to Daecheon Beach for the festival is said to have cosmetic effects, but that isn’t why 2 million or so ex-pats, locals and tourists muck it up, slathering themselves in mud while slinging beer and soju in Ziploc bags. It’s just down-and-dirty fun. There’s also mud-skiing, a mud king contest, as well as fireworks at night. Tip: take a dip before you leave.
July, but dates not yet confirmed.
This annual festival starts on the Saturday before Ash Wednesday when a rag doll devil is unearthed, the quena flute plays, the bombo drums sound, and the celebration begins in villages across the Quebrada de Humahuaca region. There’s dancing in the streets while communal cups filled with local brew are passed and everyone feasts on roasted meat, cheese-coated corn and other earthy delicacies. It’s all day and all night for eight days with the stunning mountainous backdrop.
Two hours north of Slovakia’s hard-drinking capital, Bratislava, is a youthquake city. The entry point is the Stanica Zilina-Zariecie, a “baller” cultural arts facility. Events from a “sick-ass” dance concert to an exhibition of Communist photography are staged there, most often in the summer. Everyone retires to the center’s bar where the party really gets going. There are cool bars around the city, too, and the editors at Matador claim you can’t call yourself a hipster until you’ve been to Zilina. They also warn that Slovaks can drink a lot, but they don’t get sloppy. You shouldn’t either.
Expect company since five to 10,000 flock to the island every month for a full moon party. As well as the parties leading up to the full moon. The site is the crescent-shaped Haad Rin Nok Beach. Bucket stands sell pails of 10 shots of liquor topped off with Thai Red Bull and Coke. The editors of Matador use the word “debauchery” to describe the goings-on, but the scenic beauty of the huge full moon rising over green water and limestone cliffs can be idyllic.
Whistler, British Columbia
High in the mountains, Whistler Village is picture perfect, but as for the scene there? “At night it transforms into a f— hot mess of beautiful young people with goggle-tans, skin-tight jeans, and Volcom V-necks.” The cobblestone streets are crowded with bars, dance clubs and lounges. It’s a veritable “inebriated paradise,” says the book. The slopes are world-class, too, if you care about that kind of thing.
All winter long
Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Tour the world’s largest salt flats (4,086 parched square miles) with a party of friends — a Jeep holds six. But make absolutely certain your driver is sober. Also, avoid the rainy season, November through March. It’s strictly BYOB — there are no convenience stores or bars enroute — so stock up on liquor in the town of Uyuni, your departure point. On way to the salt flats you’ll see “hundreds of pink flamingos, as well as psychedelic lagoons, geysers, snow-capped peaks, hot springs and Salvador Dali-like landscapes.” There’s even a desert named after him. On arrival, there’s a hotel made of salt, Palacio de Sal, but you are not allowed to lick the walls. Surreal beauty, good buddies, and tequila — bring your own limes — make for the ultimate party.