Christmas #2 in a hot country. Just as strange as the first. Maybe even more so since it didn't seem like Christmas at all.
We spent about 12 hours on a tuktuk, songthaw, ferry, minibus, coach, and van crossing the mainland of Thailand in order to get to Phuket for Christmas.
Our Christmas decorations were minimal. Our Christmas Eve dinner was noodles and treats from the local 7-11. Mmmmm Christmasy Kit-Kats!
On Christmas Day we lazily wandered down to the beach and counted how many Russian tourists were wearing thong bikini's (answer: far too many).
This is what Christmas day looks like in Thailand.
I feel very lucky to be safe because at this exact spot on Boxing Day 2004 everything and many people were swept away by a tsunami.
TJ and I got amazing massages where we were fully groped / kneaded out in ALL our areas. True.
Then we had Christmas cocktails served by a ladyboy and watched the world go by. I probably won at Crib again...
Our Christmas dinner was slightly disappointing. It certainly wasn't turkey and mash and perogies and green salad.
It was a ham and cheese sandwich (in which the ham was forgotten the first time).
And a giant plate of noodles. Which were delish in their own way.
On Boxing Day we got back on the same buses and made our way, slowly, back to Koh Phangan. It was a lot of travel for 36 hours but it was a lovely non-Christmas.
