So, since this is my first time solo travelling using big backpack, my body started to complain, and I was just arrived! Anyway, I took a pain medicine, hpijng all the muscle troubles will be gone, gone, gone!
They are. But now I can’t slep, because I kept hearing buses coming in, stop and coming out in front of the hotel. Not a very loud sound, but yeah, I heard it very well to my ears. My Ipod gone no battery, and I couldn’t use it. So I’m trying to sleep. But I can’t.
The Plan for tomorrow
After checking all the money I have in hand, I realized that I need more baht, and my USD is not so many. And I know I can’t sell Indonesian Rupiah here. Well I guess I have to find out later on.
I actually would love to go to Kamala Beach, which is known as a very modest beach, where moslem people there working by fishing, sailing, and if I can catch sunrise, I can see them working early in the morning. Then I hope, I can go to Phuket Fantasea for watching the show and join with another thousands of people from around the world for dinner. Then head back to hotel at 11 pm, by tuk-tuk, the hotel staff said there will be a lot of people heading back to Phuket, so he thought nothing to worry about. Cool!… Now it’s 4 am and I can sleep.
Pain: The morning wake up call
I woke up at 5 am with an enormous pain on my back, and my body had a little fever, maybe reaction to the pain. I woke up and eat my bread and get hot water downstairs, pour a cup of tea, drink the pain medicine, and after sneezing for 9 times (I think I’ve waken up ‘neighbours’ he he), I fell down on bed.
I can only stare at my plan sketch. It will be too late to witness the moslem fisherman go to work in Kamala, but maybe I can get better and heading to Kamala at lunch time? Great. Now let’s rest the sneezes over.
Rain: The Afternoon delight friend
I’m up and about at 10 am, and decided to explore Phuket Town and maybe Old Town and around, because I need to buy bus ticket at the bus terminal. I made a stop at the Phuket Post Office building, and sent a postcard to my friend, Jarmo Ahola. There is a building before the Post office building, I saw it last night when I just arrived at Phuket in the dark, and I promised my self to visit it soon.
But first, I went to the Post office.
And here is the old post office building, it’s like it holds a story and old is not just old, but I can almost feel the strength when I get in. There was not too many things to explore inside, but I simply just love the building. It reminds me of something I couldn’t place right now.
Just when I’m about to step out of the building, rain comes down, hard. I looked at my digital camera, never realized that there’s so big deep gray clouds over there. Well, I started to stare all the way, waiting in the rain.
Dancing in the rain
When it’s getting better, I walk on the street with my jacket on, and oh dear, my reebok is now wet, wet, wet. Well, what can you do. Just 50 steps later, tha rain fell down again, I ran to get a plac to stay protected before the hard water pouring in. I get it that I can’t wake up early and go to Kamala, I’m letting it go. And now I can’t go to Old Town? Not even to the bus terminal to buy ticket? Hmm, do You really want me to stay at the inn the whole day?
Then, it’s getting better, not really hard. I didn’t care anymore, it was 12 am and I simply had to move on.
I get to the bus terminal, asking people with hand gestures, little main words and sometimes pointing here and there, and I finally got my ticket. Yeay!
Now, Old Town! ^_^
I went into 7 eleven to buy some bread and water to go. Couldn’t risk of sitting down, have a meal, and got stuck again in the hard rain. I got my stuff and now ready to go.
I almost doing the skipping steps -with my wet reebok- when I see it, again, the hard rain fell down. A man stands there, enjoying his walls ice cream and just smile. Hhhh…
Go, go, go!
It’s now or never! And I physically run on the street. The parking woman just laughing over me, screaming something I don’t understand in Thai, and I just waved back at her.
So I walk my feet, here and there, I know which road is the Old Town, but I’m just too excited and walk the whola walk through streets, I don’t even know where I am anymore.
Just like any other people would say, just follow the sign, dear ^_^
After days not talking to someone talking english fluently, I finally meet the person who -if I can- I’d love to take along with me. She’s a woman in her 40s, a cook in the kitchen in a restaurant inside phuket traditional market. I asked her for fried noodles, and no pork, please. She said, vegetarian, huh? No pork, I will give you more eggs. Please sit down and relax…
The fried noodle is a little bit different than the ones I had in Jakarta, or in Japan. This ones using nuts for spices and the noodles is not made from flour, I think it’s made by rice?And oh, it tasted really good! Hmm…
It’s 10 pm already, stores closed from 6 pm, mostly close at 8 pm. This reminds me of Ubud. So I headed back home, alone, and feel safe. What a beautiful city. I wish I don’t have to go yet.
You have my heart, Phuket Old Town ^_^