The last few days in Hong Kong were out of this world and my time there ended as randomly as I had grown accustomed to. Sat on the train to the airport minding my own business when Rowan Varty, the biggest star of the Hong Kong rugby team sat down beside me! I’ve never watched a live rugby game in my life and there I was talking about The Sevens with him; great stuff!
But as soon as I hit the airport and started to unwind, the ‘come down’ started and I began to realise that despite spending all my time with James and the other fantastic people, I was back to where it all began; alone. That was a difficult pill to swallow. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very much an independent person and I like spending time by myself but it was a real wake up call. The thought of another sleepless night in an airport and flying, having no real sense of what awaited me the other side of the plane ride.
And what did await me? Phuket airport: a non-air conditioned shack crammed full of people all tired and hot. Oh what a mix. My flight was fairly cheap (and had the advantage of missing the protests in Bangkok) and the hotel I had booked for a couple of nights arranged a taxi to pick me up from the airport. I could have taken a private taxi and got a bit of a cheaper fair but I didn’t want to risk my safety at that time in the morning and I wasn’t in the mood for the touts. My room in the guesthouse is lovely. £20 a night, ensuite and 100m from the beach so I can’t complain too much…but I will. Patong Beach? Jeez, how to sum it up…Benidorm with better weather. Well, Ayia Napa, Ibiza, any island infamous for it’s ‘massage parlours’ and drunken Westerners will do the trick. I don’t mind the McDonalds, the Burger Kings or even the Starbucks (thanks to Tokyo, I am in love with their iced chocolate) but it’s the seediness of the place with all the massage parlours/touts begging for business and every club and its drinks promotions aimed at Westerners to get them laid with the hookers. Everyone that knows me will understand that this place is ‘hell on Earth’ for me. However, I’m just too tired to care right now. All I want is a beach, the water and my book and as I said, my hotel is fantastic so I’ll stay a few days. But you won’t be getting any photos of Patong Beach; I wouldn’t want to insult my camera haha.
The heat is insane right now…36 degrees!…so I’m finding it difficult to eat. More so because I spent last night asleep on the bathroom floor in between being sick, so it makes me even more cautious about eating. And I’ve already lost weight after Tokyo etc. Two weeks before I left home I bought a pair of combat trousers and I can now pull them down without undoing the button or zip. Ridiculous hehe. Oh and I got my first mosquito bite tonight! The first of many I should imagine.
We had a huge thunderstorm last night and a lesser one tonight which has cooled things down a bit but it’s weird. Last night, the whole building was shaking with thunder and rain and it suddenly dawned on me that if another tsunami struck, I wouldn’t have a clue until it was too late, let alone get to safety which was a bit of a sobering thought. I’m not hung up on it or anything, it was just a thought that popped into my head for a moment but it’s definitely something you have to think about when there are signs for ‘evacuation points’ everywhere.
Anyway, this post has turned into a ‘moaning minney’ whinge which wasn’t intentional. As I said, I think it’s just the come down from Hong Kong and being that I have so much time on my hands, I’m doing a lot of thinking about life and recent events which isn’t helping. It’s also very daunting to think that, although I feel like I’ve already been travelling for about six weeks, I have another ten weeks of this. I don’t know. Nobody said it would be easy but no one said it would be this hard either. Add Sweetpea and Mr Officer to that and I feel like the task ahead of me is incredibly scary.
You probably won’t here from me in a few days because a) I simply don’t feel like talking right now and b) no one seems to be reading this so I’d rather ‘save my pride’ and talk to myself in my journal haha.