There's not much to say about Phuket since it was a one-night stopover for us (although I should probably mention again that the town's name is pronounced "poo KET" and not the way your phonetic instincts want to say it.) We hunt down a meal at a restaurant near our hotel, then head over to the night market for dessert.
I decide to sneak in one last Thai massage (which turn out to rate only a 6 out of 10) to erase the memory of a terrible one I got in Railay (a 3 out of 10, truly the limp-handshake of Thai massages.) Pierre takes the opportunity to get out and take a few photos of the local architecture, which the guidebook categorizes as "Sino-Portugese":
A mellow end to our trip to Thailand. The next morning, we split costs on a taxi to the airport with a couple of English tourists and catch a flight to Hong Kong.
Photo credits: all P
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