Phuket.

A few days in Phuket, Thailand.

I’d heard nothing but bad things about Phuket. It was one of those places where no one had a nice thing to say. Words such as “overrated” and “disgusting” were thrown around in description.

And, honestly, I think that that helped me enjoy my time there more.

I tend to not enjoy places that people talk up too much. Like Krakow, for instance. It’s not that I didn’t like Krakow or think that it was beautiful, but so many people told me how beautiful it was that it was just impossible to stack up.

But Phuket, for me, had no where to go but up.

Sure, it was dirty, and disgusting. Sure every woman serving drinks at the bar was also on the menu. Sure you couldn’t quite even tell if all of those women were women…

I had made plans to meet up with Steven, the German I had met in Kuala Lumpur. We were both in the area anyways, so why not save some money on rooms and explore together? So I left Krabi (and Railay Beach) and headed that way.

I wasn’t quite sure if that was a mistake or not when as soon as he got there he pulled out the bottle of vodka.

So we drank a little, ate at a German restaurant, drank a little more, went to a bar, and then another bar, and then a night club. And we didn’t pick up any “bar girls.”

And the next day we lazily strolled out of bed, avoided buying suits, walked on the beach, drank pina colada from a coconut.

And, all in all, it wasn’t a horrible way to spend a couple of days.