My body and brain needed a break from traditional Thai gym regime. I drove to Phuket for a weekend. My hotel? Oh, how good it was to have cold air and flushed toiled in the room. It was located in the old town. As soon as I checked in, I rented out a motorbike, which wasn't so easy as in other parts of Thailand ( will get to it later) and went to explore the island. It is big and divided into different areas. Place where I stayed was mostly inhabited by the locals and I liked it so. However, I could not resist the impression almost everyone has negative attitude towards the tourists. I had to talk motorbike rental owner round to give me a bike a bike to a day. Maybe it was when he sow bruises on my shins. These were obviously from hitting heavy bags. Seconds impression I got is that everyone here is trying to screw me over my whole money. I could not understood this negative attitude until I drove me up to Patong beach. Yes, I went there. It's a very vivid place. Next day I met up with the fighters from Berlin in their fighting village. It's quite astounding how organised and accessible for foreign fighters (or even their yoga/cross fit girlfriends) has that one street of Phuket island became. Next up was Sunday fight night at the Bangla Stadium. I learned how Thai boys became a men in the ring and how "Farangs" miserably try to compete with Thai fighters. Overall Patong is a place where women get abused in a hotel room and men inside boxing ring.
writing to you from an old, stinky 13h Bus to Bankok.