While boarding the plane to Phuket, a short, and rather stocky pilot, who looks about 23, is running alongside the embarking passengers towards the plane entrance ... he is my first sweating, out-of-breath pilot; I've always imagined them tall, somewhat superior, and fully in control.
Phuket Town seems to be a paradise for dentists. Dent Center reads a sign, Dental Home Clinic another, and then there's also the Dental Master.
The tourists that I meet are from South Africa, Zimbabwe, Poland, and the North of Thailand. The Russians of recent years seem to have been gone. The young man who shows me around one of the hotels that I'm checking out says that there are lots of Chinese guests. Loud? I ask for I had seen them storming the buffet at another hotel not so long ago. Yes, he smiles, but they are on the first and the second floor, you would be on the third.