I forgot about the old Thai comission scams until now. In Surat Thani, a switch-point between the train and bus, there were touts-a-plenty, full of lies and ready for business. After the third comission scam was being played on us late at night in the mini-van to Phuket I had had enough. I got the entire van of tourists so het up that everyone refused to move out of the van until the driver did what we wanted. A small victory against the backhander.
Phuket is where we met up with some good mates; Keely, Rob and a friend of Keely's, Kev. We went to the usual haunts of Phuket. Patong was a favourite for looking at whores, strippers, go-go dancers, lady-boys and iguana pushers. A good thing about this tourist sweat-hole is that you can usually go to a bar and they will let you play any music you like - so we rocked out to our own (slightly dated) tastes.
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