Arrived in Phuket in the morning, extrememly unpleasant landing. Windy Wellington aint nothing compared to this pilot! Never knew planes actually 'bounced'.
From the airport we grabbed a taxi to Patong. Nice little town, it has like a hundred million bars...and a beach.
Wicki has joined us for the journey and is my new roomy. So much stuff for sale on the streets, not 'stuff', like jewlery and stuff like that. We over indulged a little the first night in Patong, had a great time in the bars. They each have a novelty, something to do to keep you busy...and at their bar, as its kinda competitive. Played some Jenga (Yes, that wasnt a typo..Jenga)....and rounded the night off nicely with some Connect Four. Most of the people out were actually working girls, hanging out at bars looking for some work.
So the next day was spent on the beach...I wasnt brave enough to parasail, I left that to Wicki, Mark and Jodi. SPent the day relaxing in the sun, swimming on the beach and getting massages. The old woman also painted my nails...artistic talent isnt her strong point, she should stick to massages.
A lot of Patong was washed away by the Tsunami. A lot of rebuilding, especially right next to the beach, was still happening.
Am starting to get a little anxious about travelling to London, although looking forward to it...a little nervous about searching for work.
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