Chronicle of Asia (part 4)

Phuket, Patong, Koh Phi Phi, Ao Phang Nga, Raya and Coral Islands (Thailand) * ° *

After two days in Bangkok, we jump on the night bus to Phuket.
All cool, fully reclining and super comfortable seats with enough room in front for a guy of 2 meters to extend his legs (as much as I could squarely make my living room on the floor in front of the seats).
14h journey in this cocoon on wheels with a few breaks in the middle of nowhere, in shops where, even after a month in Thailand, I didn't get anything from the items sold ... like you don't even know if you're going to buy something sweet or savory, if it's vegan or made from dead animal powder, or from where come the colors of phew (neon green, pink, canary yellow, ... colors that you are not supposed to eat, normally).

Phuket Town in itself is not a very interesting city.
We were had by paying 500 bath per person the entrance to the Trickeye Museum which looked like a contemporary art / street art trick but is in fact only a selfie background.
It's really the pinnacle of cyber narcissism made in 2020, you pay to go to a place made on purpose, just so that you can be photographed in different situations and put it all on your social networks in yet another publi world fucks (whatever, in time of confinement, you have to take care) and good, I open my mouth but I do not do better.

Half an hour by bus from Phuket town, the resort of Patong.
Water sports, beach, shops, tourists wandering in the evening in search of bars and nightclubs (closed due to covid) taxis, tuk tuks and company that harass you every two meters because there is less and less pharangs (westerners) who have to pay 15 times too much for the race - but no, I just want to walk pitaing! - and prostitutes with closed faces and dresses close to the pussy (or the dick, you never know too much), expelled from the massage parlors (also closed for epidemics) who freak out about taking the coronavirus at work.
We offer you weed every 30 seconds but when you know that half of the dealers are plainclothes keufs ​​and the other half are friends with corrupt cops to whom they denounce you after for the reward, it is better to avoid.

We take the opportunity to make a few boat trips to the surrounding islands: Koh Phi Phi, Coral Island, Raya Island, Ao Phang Nga National Maritime Park, of which James Bond Island is a part, famous since in 1974 the very british spy fought the man with the golden gun in "The man with the golden gun".
Nothing but magnificent beaches, white sand, turquoise water, cliffs overlooking the transparent sea, fish with a thousand colors, ... You are wandering around in a travel agency pub.

On the other hand, despite all this salt water, I always run like a big stone when I try to do the board.
We are testing snorkeling, first time in my life, and that's cool, paske, the guy who drives the boat forces us to wear our life jackets haha.
I am like a kid with her buoys, in a politically correct version because with a big inflatable duck around her waist that would have done it.
So we snorkle quietly between the fluorescent fish, the colored corals, the slimy things that brush you and make you scream while swallowing the cup, all that at liberty, a thousand times better than the aquarium that we saw in Bangkok.
Here Willy is saved, Flipper flies free with his friends, and, from time to time, you see one or more triangular fins pass without knowing who it belongs to: dolphin? shark?

For the moment, no stress felt for the corona virus.
We distribute disinfectant gel at the entrance and exit of all public places, shops and markets, Thai people wear their masks, foreigners, as usual, have nothing to do with respecting the country in which, anyway, they won't stay long enough to see the consequences of their carelessness ...
It's starting to be a hassle in Bangkok, we're talking about a few cases in Phuket ...
But on the evening of April 22, all the shops in Phuket and Patong put up labels on the floor to tell people the safety distances.
Employees seem stressed, but no official information filters and, when asked what, the answers remain unclear.
We decide to shorten our stay and, on April 23, we board, without knowing it, on the last bus that leaves Pukhet for Koh Samui.
The next morning the lockdown is imposed on the whole island (Phuket Town, Patong and all the other cities and beaches).

Phew !!! Just on tiiiiiiime

Full of courage to all confined, to those who continue to work in all this shit, do not forget to take a little air, adopt a puppy to have an excuse to walk and not to end up talking to your balloon football baptized Wilson, take care of each other and take advantage of this famous time which we always pretend to miss so much to do things for yourself!
Kisses, sun and blue sky.