It has been a few years since the tsunami rode through the streets of Patong in Phuket, Thailand; old buildings not strong enough to withstand the force of the waves were unceremoniously reduced to rubble and those that withstood the torrents were due some remodelling.
So what has happened in the intervening years? Has Patong, with its reputation for sleaziness and hedonism, gone soft? Have the Russians completely taken over? Can you still get a suit in a day? Are the beaches purged of the spirits of the departed? To answer these questions and delve into the belly of the beast spend 24 hours in Patong with me and let’s see how we feel in the morning!
My Air Asia flight arrived on time from Bangkok to Phuket airport situated to the north of the island. Bags in hand I made it through the hustle of the taxi drivers crowded at the exit and boarded the new minibus to Patong. This was a big improvement at 150Baht compared to the usual 500-600 baht for a taxi. The downside is that you can run around a little and they stop at a travel agent just outside Patong to sell you a hotel if you need one and to confirm the drop offs in Patong.
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