After a lot of
flying and very little sleep due to a group of Indian men on the flight who thought it completely acceptable to yell
repeatedly at their buddy’s at the back of the plane and in the mean time bang into
our seats and keep the whole flight awake at 2 am. We finally arrive in Phuket
and treat ourselves on a nice hotel. We are delighted with the standard of the
room, with a hot shower and aircon and a pool downstairs. The beach is close by
and as we are staying away from the main party place nice and quiet. It does
take some adaptation to go from a society in which women hardly talk at all to
one in which the lady’s of lesser virtue sit in front of the bars in their
outfits that let little to the imagination in broad daylight and in the party town
pretend to be massuses when showing off their legs as we drive by in our taxi.
It always surprises me to see how many women are around and how little men in
these places. You would almost start to believe that they have a lot more women
here. But I’m afraid it has a lot more to do with the fact that a lot of men
come here for less admirable purposes and the more elegant one are looking for
a Thai wife and the women here are more then happy to full fill that wish. Either way they are not to be found on the
beaches, they are either not allowed when unaccompanied, or want to keep their
skin out of the sun to keep as light as possible. In Asia it seems impossible
to buy face cream without whitening agent in it that promises you that you skin
will go at least 3 tones lighter making you look like a European. It’s a funny
world in which we do the opposite.
Either way, I’m happy to be in
Thailand, where the streets are clean, they did invent the dustbin and you rarely
get hassled. Plus they have nice food with loads of veggies and the weirdest
and most tasty fruit ever. They go buy names as dragon fruit, which is bright
pink and about the size of an orange and has weird sort of thorn leaves on
them, when you cut them open they reveals either pink or white flesh with
little pits and they taste a bit like a kiwi. Then there are the lychee like
fruits, but here are covers in tentacle like fur, and of course Grahams
favourite, the monkey fruit. Which is aubergine coloured and has a sweet flesh
inside.
After getting some rest and recovered
from our Indian adventures we travel onto Kho Phi Phi,
