HT arrived from Australia on the 22nd and as we were going to be in Phuket for Christmas we had a "mini" Christmas day meal and presents here before we went away. It was quite a challenge trying to find all the usual things we have for Christmas but I felt very pleased to find a turkey breast, sprouts, redcurrant jelly, crackers and parsnips although I was horrified to pay $12 (£6) for only 2 parsnips!
In typical Christmas tradition we finished off the evening with a tub of Quality Street and a film, Lone Ranger starring Jonny Depp, although he was pretty hard to recognise as Tonto.
The next morning we flew to Phuket and joined the Neely family, it was fabulous to see them again and catch up on home news. The hotel was very nice, with 2 pools and a gym and was only moments walk from the beach, bars, restaurants and shops. Patong beach is really busy and the infamous Bangla Road (ping-pong shows, ladyboys and prostitutes) just down the road, it did feel a little bit like we had landed in an 18/30's holiday resort but this was going to be such a different Christmas to normal we threw ourselves in to the spirit of the place.
On Christmas day the hotel had very sweetly left a little stocking full of sweets for each of us, and Father Christmas had even found 2 Chocolate Oranges, not Terry's but still very edible.
After breakfast we bartered, badly, with a boatman and having agreed a price took his longtail boat to nearby Freedom Beach which was much quieter and had great snorkelling.
Many different types of beautiful fish loved the bananas we held out for them and came flocking, or should that be shoalling? We had a lovely day there apart from when whilst messing around I got kicked in the eye, which was v.painful and now I have the most impressive black-eye. It's rather embarrassing and N is a bit worried that people will think he did it.
Christmas beach party
That evening we dressed up and went to an amazing restaurant that a local friend had recommended, the Baan Rim Pa, It was perched on the hill side overlooking the bay and we had a fabulous Royal Thai banquet, consisting of at least a dozen different dishes, a very memorable Christmas dinner.
The next day Kicki, Marcus, Louisa and myself went for a yoga class which was quite challenging but hilarious at times as our teacher tried to get us to stretch more than our bodies really wanted. Later on we all went to the Let's Relax Spa, the 4 boys had a 2 hour Thai massage and came out groaning as they had been pummelled and pulled into all directions. Us 4 girls had chosen hot stone massages with aromatic oils which was blissful-we chose well.
Waiting for our massage
That evening we plucked up courage and walked down Bangla Street. It was packed with people, was very noisy with blasting music but was strangely fascinating. We declined the frequent offers of watching a ping-pong show but did stop for a drink where the young lady ( I think she was a lady but you can never be sure in Patong) looked bored as she bumped and ground against her pole on the bar. Outside most of the bars were huge sections of wood, the game was to hammer a nail into it with as few hits as possible, the challenge was that you had to use the pointy end of the hammer- HT was very good at this and at one point did it in only 2 hits to everyone's amazement. It seemed rather bizarre to see many of the 'ladies of the night' playing Connect 4 with men, I guess making friends!
The next day we went to Karon beach via a party tuk-tuk that blasted loud music all the way, Neil and Danny looked rather embarrassed as people turned to look as they heard us coming.
The beach was lovely but had very large and strong waves and it was fiercely hot with no shade, of course in spite of using suncream some of us got a bit sunburnt, yet more colour for me!
On top of the hill you can just see the 45 meter high Big Buddha
The next morning we waved goodbye to the Neelys who were heading off to Chiang Mai, jungle trekking and elephants, lucky things.It was so lovely to be with them for our first Asian Christmas and a real bonus to have HT with us. I went for one last walk along the beach first to the village where the long tail boatmen live
and visited the floral tributes that had been left after the memorial service to commemorate the 10th anniversary of the tsunami.
So here we are back in Singapore, feeling very lucky particularly in view of the recent plane disappearance, can't help but think that could so easily have been us, there for the grace of God...