Not to worry, despite my now deep-seated dislike of Phuket, life is far from bad: actively planning my escape for Ko Lanta in a few days, and still very much enjoying being away from Tokyo Winter temperatures in the meantime. PatongĪnd now Patong until NYE: famously the most urban/touristy/sleazy part of the island, but I suspect could not really be worse than Karon/Kata: it might at least have a few decent bar and food options. of iron-clad laws: desine fata deum flecti sperare precando, says the Sibyl herself to Palinurus in Aen. Mach dir nicht länger Hoffnungen, das gottverhängte Schicksal durch Bitten abwenden zu können. Ipsa deum poenas docuit perque omnia duxit. nam tua finitimi, longe lateque per urbes prodigiis acti caelestibus, ossa piabunt et statuent tumulum et tumulo sollemnia mittent, 380 aeternumque locus Palinuri nomen habebit. Desine fata deum flecti sperare precando. Nam tua finitimi, longe lateque per urbes Prodigiis acti caelestibus. desine fata deum flecti sperare precando, sed cape dicta memor, duri solacia casus. Sed cape dicta memor, duri solatia casus. So we hopped on a taxi to Karon the next morning, whose only high point might be its ample opportunities for practicing Russian (not seen a single non-Russian there who wasn’t trying to sell me something). Desine fata deum flecti sperare precando. Had some hopes for the south, described as one of the few last area on the island where all menus and shop signs aren’t in Russians and beaches aren’t entirely covered in deck chairs… The little I saw looked like it had a bit of potential, but middling first impressions on my travel buddies upon arrival (nighttime arrival to creepily empty remote hotel, depressingly dead bar life…) made them unwilling to give it a second chance and I did not feel like changing their super-negative mood about the place… Karon Our reason for coming was to meet with Justine’s friend, who of course flaked at the last minute and left for Cambodia on the day of our arrival. Some beautiful beaches, surrounded by a lot of noisy, permanently traffic-jammed roads. Just as horrid as predicted by everybody I talked to before coming (so much for lowered expectations): 100% fat obnoxious Eastern Europeans tourists, and a few locals busy trying to scam them in every possible way. of iron-clad laws: desine fata deum flecti sperare precando, says the Sibyl herself to Palinurus in Aen. Possibly the nastiest place I’ve been to in Thailand, if not all of Asia.
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