We have met the enemy and he is us.
– Walt Kelly
The central dilemma for the individualistic traveler is to find a place that has been discovered just the right amount. It should offer a way to get there and a bed for rent. Once you have found it, don’t tell anybody, don’t blog about it, don’t take pictures and don’t make any locals rich. If the place is mentioned in more than one sentence in your travel guide, it is probably too late. If your book mentions the words “over-developed”, pay attention. Don’t go. You will turn around in less than a day as we did today.
The perfect street to spend a night or three in Phuket old town. Kind Wut will take you in and feed you delicacies from across the street for breakfast. You savor while groups of girls strike glamorous poses for photos in front of each and every antique doorway.
At night you enjoy another drink at Glasnost next door and as the visitors fade away you think to yourself “I belong here!”. The neighborhood dog comes wagging and gives you an approving sniff.
On this full moon, a little float, made of banana tree trunk, flowers, a candle and a snippet of your hair will take your grudges away and give you a fresh start. If you like you can send off your old ghosts in a hot air balloon.
For those times when you don’t have access to Opa’s home-grilled Thüringer Bratwurst the wares from ubiquitous mini-BBQ stands make a good substitute. Cranky prefers vendors that specialize in one item – such as these perfectly made pork belly skewers on Thalang Road. Each one is cooked to perfect juicyness and all the burnt bits are carefully trimmed away with scissors. You get four for 20 BAT (66 cents), take that Biwa!
Let the sun set in the old town of Phuket and you will find some streets transformed with old world charm. Very chill jam sessions going on here and there. Why not start a blues bar so you can stand on your own stage every night? Especially the young local musicians impress with smooth licks on bass and guitar.
Cranky has been taking out the camera only to capture the tangerine color dreamlike sunsets. To spare you all the color and kitsch this one has been converted to black and white. Other than that we have been busy sitting under the trees, drinking fresh juice, reading books and waiting for the next sunset.
Very funny Stanley, yes it is pronounced ‘Peepee’.