Bruce books our flights, while I get onto trip advisor. The resort we are staying at looks luxurious and stretches out to the hillside on the side of Patong Beach.
On the flight I am fascinated to watch the islands below us rising up from the sea, dense green jungle contrasting against the crystal blue sea. White sands and frothy seas outline paradise.
On the flight I am fascinated to watch the islands below us rising up from the sea, dense green jungle contrasting against the crystal blue sea. White sands and frothy seas outline paradise.
'Phuket is very hilly,' I say in between the bumps of the aircraft. Bruce smiles and repeats what Hugh Grant says in one of his movies. 'Hilly' he says, in a high pitched voice and we both laugh at each other.
At the resort we have a plentiful lunch and crash on the bed to get ourselves ready for the evening's activities.
Refreshed we catch a shuttle to the shopping centre and then onto Bangla Road. I am unprepared for the craziness of the scenes. Blaring neon taxis, beautiful ladyboys, touting, bars, restaurants and little shops line the pavements. Delicate Thai cooking smells permeate everywhere as the heat and dust take hold. Stray dogs take a dislike to each other as we buy a fresh coconut to eat on the beach.
I find it difficult to believe I had watched a Tsunami ravage the coastline years ago, not realising that I would visit one day. It is a sobering thought as we head back by open air taxi to our hotel. I am a bit disappointed that we have picked a taxi that has no blaring music or neon lights.
At the resort we have a plentiful lunch and crash on the bed to get ourselves ready for the evening's activities.
Refreshed we catch a shuttle to the shopping centre and then onto Bangla Road. I am unprepared for the craziness of the scenes. Blaring neon taxis, beautiful ladyboys, touting, bars, restaurants and little shops line the pavements. Delicate Thai cooking smells permeate everywhere as the heat and dust take hold. Stray dogs take a dislike to each other as we buy a fresh coconut to eat on the beach.
I find it difficult to believe I had watched a Tsunami ravage the coastline years ago, not realising that I would visit one day. It is a sobering thought as we head back by open air taxi to our hotel. I am a bit disappointed that we have picked a taxi that has no blaring music or neon lights.
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