I was in Patong Beach 4 years ago, travelling on QUEEN MARY 2, and we obviously tendered at a different area. The last time, Michael and I both went into the water - he went swimming because it was clean.
This time, the pier was a wreck, in filthy, very smelly water with tons of taxi drivers waiting like predators at the street. Obviously each one is convinced of his (no women among them) charm. Why else would one step in our path with an offer of a taxi, "cheap", when we had just turned down the previous 5, 10 or 20 offers?? One of life's mysteries.
We changed money, found a post office, asked there where to find postcards,found the post cards, went back to the post office and then back to the ship. It was very, very hot and humid - a portent of things to come in India.
Sunrise over Phuket
Patong Beach was badly affected by the tsunami in 2004. These were many of these signs.
I recognized these shrines from a previous trip.
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The pavement between the street and the beach.
Further down this street, we bought the postcards and a fridge magnet!
Just like the Colonel, Ronald is everywhere!
My favorite mosaic on the pavement
Boat pulling the kite surfer and our home, QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Offers for tourists.
A German electrician's nightmare. Actually, mine too.
Advertising the disco - music blaring - Lady Gaga
On the tender, going back to the ship.
Local fishermen.
Almost there.
The ship's hull is metal, so a place for the fridge magnets.
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