Night Bus to Bangkok. Pick up Vietnamese visas. Overnight Passport back to the states for agency to get my Indian visa. Hop on flight to Phuket. Arrive in Phuket. Taxi to Karan Beach.
Jaw drops.
How many overweight, old, and white retirees can congregate in one spot. How many Cheesy souvenir huts can you cram into one place. How many spoiled suburban mall rats can fly to one single location on the planet. Im so glad this place is called Phuket, because thats exactly what I say as I rent another scooter and head out on the road. Maybe Krabi will be better. .....nope.
Somehow I flew to southern Thailand, but arrived in Miami. Lame. Im out of here.
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