Phuket

Earlier this month, I spent a three-day weekend in Phuket. It was ok.

Patong Beach and Bangla Road were loud and lit up with colours at night. I walked around there for the market. As expected, the food was delicious and the water was gorgeous -- no idea what the names of the two beaches / snorkeling spots that we went to by boat were, though. But I'll always remember being duped into paying for three photos that I did not request 🤨. And that was nothing. Apparently, there are tons of bigger, actual scams targeting tourists on the island. Not cool, Phuket. Not cool.

I stopped by, I think, the only museum on the island, where one section places debris from the 2004 tsunami, like the picture above. I was hoping for a bigger section and more information, but I guess you can always read about it on the internet if the museum is not enough.

We walked till late on both nights. On one of the nights, we also had supper in a quiet restaurant and went for a local massage. After my traumatic shiatsu experience, I'm always a bit wary of any new type of massage. Apparently, I can only tolerate "Swedish massage" (I've no idea what a Swedish massage really is, but I had one session at LD, could stand it, and was told the name). So I was all tense on this one, worrying about what this lady was going to do to me next, but I survived. Shiatsu is still the scariest.