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... prévu, c’est moche ! Mais je m’attendais à pire presque. De grand bâtiments, des rues interminables de bars avec des danseuses...Mais c’est beaucoup moins glauque que je ne le pensais. Les filles sont toujours habillées (même si c’est presque rien) et je ne ressens pas le côté malsain que j’avais connu à kho Samui. Je ne vais ...
Tsunami Terror and Water Mayhem
... br>
Finding our hotel, which was new on a new road, unmarked on any map and unknown to just about everyone including locals, taxi drivers, bar owners and hotel owners turned out to be
our next mission and after walking round for another 2 hours with all our luggage we finally got to our hotel totally burnt out and shell shocked. Welcome to Phuket.The next day we got up and I secretly wanted to get down to the beach just to make sure nothing had happened ...
Boxing Street
... were already a few locals on board, but no driver, so we hopped on and waited. Once the driver arrived we knew that our accommodation was a little way out of Chalong, so we tried to show him our map to ask him to drop us off at the end of the right street. We forgot, of course, that the map was in english script, and our driver could not read english. After he called over his friend to try to decipher the map John had a go at pronouncing ...
No thanks, I dont want a massage, tshirt or Tuktuk
When I broke my foot, we considered cancelling our holidays...but we had worked and saved and looked forward to this trip for so long, that cancelling just wasnt an option. We trolled the internet looking for 'blogs' etc on people who had come here with similar circumstances, and found nothing. Hence my blog focussing on the broken foot in case other travellers find themselves with a similar dilemma.
And to Patong. It is crowded, dirty, busy sleazy and ...
A Night Unraveled
... in Patong and the streets are alive but still rather reserved; nine to eleven are the hours during which the city passes the baton from family-friendly business owner to depraved entrepreneur. We walk down the main road and while my new friends are staking out the perfect bar, I stop in front of a vendor who has started to pack up his merchandise for the night. I see a little, purple dress and I think of calling her.
10:35 pm
I’m waived over across the ...