Well, it’s about bloody time. I seem to have successfully integrated Phuket into my life as a yearly event (and mind you, I’m talking about the heart of tourist town, Patong – not those wussy serene outlying villas). I love it all – the mass of gross white bodies, the never ending cry of “marrsagge” from Thai girls on the corner, sweet pomelo on the beach and having evening cocktails in front of women with cocks.
I know exactly where I’ll be staying, where my first meal will be (Italian restaurant in a little lane off Patong called La Cucina makes the best amatriciana sauce), where I’ll go for my massages (2 hours in the day, foot massage at night). It’s the comfort of a ready-to-slip-in holiday that truly gives me the relaxation I need. I won’t feel the need to explore new territories for fear of wasting precious time. Although, I should probably try to go somewhere new next year.
So long, suckers!