Phuket, Thailand at night - Night 3

Danae and Clayton at Phuket International Airport 

So we finally get to Patong Beach in Phuket, Thailand. Our book called it the party capital of Asia, so we wanted to see what all the hoopla was about. After dropping our bags in our room, literally, we boarded the first tuk-tuk to the city center. Just an aside, Bangkok's tuk-tuks are different than Phuket's Tuk-tuks. (see photos).

Bangkok's tuk-tuk

Phuket tuk-tuk's

We get to the town center. Wow. Think Bourbon Street in New Orleans meets Las Vegas, but with about 2 Thai prostitutes per person. We walk around the town center. It's very happening. Unlike Bangkok, the bars don't close at 2. Instead, they stay open until 6. I think we were out until 4.

The first bar we went to was dead. In fact, we were the only people there. But it was on the second story, so we had a great bird's eye view of the show that was Bangla Road. Danae and I were playing a game: guess who is a lady boy. By the way, for those who do not know, Thailand is the transgender capital of the world.

Danae - they let us write on the walls

While at the first bar, we befriended the bar owners (since there was nobody else to talk to). It's a brother/sister combo (see pics).

Danae with the Sister Owner - Name Forgotten

Clayton with the Brother Owner - Name forgotten

Marking our territory - analogous to the USA Flag on the Moon

Danae at the Stump

Spotting lady boys soon got old, so we moved onto our second and last bar. There, we met a group of Austrailians. By the way, most English speaking people in Asia are Australians, as they are very close to home. Apparently our friends were scammed by a timeshare. They were bummed until we cheered them up. We hung out with them for a couple hours hammering nails into a tree stump. Apparently this is big in Patong Beach for some reason. Everybody gets a nail, and shares a hammer. The object of the game is to hammer your nail in first. You only get one swing at a time, then you have to pass the hammer on to the next person. What made the game difficult was the fact that the hammer's head was not flat. Think of hammering a nail with the claw part of the hammer. Except rather than being curved, the claw was straight. Not easy.

One of our Australasian friends and some Thai girl we were hanging with  in front of the stump.

We said goodbye to our friends and Bangla Road, and took the tuk-tuk back to our hotel.

Danae demonstrating the traditional Thai wai. A sign of respect in Thailand
(not weakness as some may think of Obama when visiting Asia) 

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