I was at the buffet restaurant, talking amicably to a gentleman about my return from Симиланские острова and how it reminded me of the atmosphere of the Phuket old town when I realize that I no longer feel the keys in my pocket. I immediately panicked: I returned to the places of the Phuket attractions that I had visited since I left the Patong city hotel. But first, I finished eating.
It was not clear to me where I might have lost the keys. I wasn’t even sure I had them in my pocket that morning. Or rather, I was torn between the certainty of having felt them dangling in my pocket and the idea of having only imagined that they were there. All I could think about was a prayer: I hoped I hadn’t lost them at the Sunday walking street market.
I was so upset that only after half an hour I did remember returning to sleep the day before. So I must have lost the keys that morning. I pep-talked myself and recalled the whole path I had taken. I then went back to see every single place of the Phuket attractions visited before the afternoon snack, and then I reconstructed the path through the streets of Старый город Пхукета from which I had strolled.
I asked in some stores if they had seen my keys. I found myself asking passers-by if there was a place to recover lost items. I even approached a police officer in the hope that he could help me.
In the end, I found the keys thanks to a very kind manager of a kiosk where I had had breakfast. Fortunately, he had found the keys and kept them aside in case I returned. Another demonstration of how kind and friendly the inhabitants of Phuket can be.
I would like to tell you exactly why this happens, but I don’t know why is that when I am relaxing in any of the лучшие пляжи на Пхукете there is always a couple too. And they start quarreling. The first time I noticed it happening, I was at a Patong Phuket hotel leaving to go to the beach when I find myself hearing those background voices I heard since I left the Patong hotel.
It was they, the couple who would later split between screams and shouts. He, tall and foreign, was with her, a blonde with dyed hair and extremely fluorescent lipstick. We were going in the same direction, then at some point, I didn’t hear them or saw them anymore.
I found them when I went to eat. I decided to go get ice cream, but I found nothing but slush and so I walked around a bit. When I found the best ice cream at Swensens, I also found them, who were fighting, one more time.
I remember he was telling her he was tired. He was tired of his attitudes, but I didn’t understand if he was accusing her of cheating on him. I was quietly licking my ice cream thinking about how much easier it was for a man to get out of any Patong hotel and take three steps before finding a prostitute. But he seemed offended.
The voice of a wounded man could be heard in his tone of voice. The two broke up, but not there while I was eating ice cream. When I returned to the beach, they followed me because they had a place on the пляж патонг not far from mine. I saw them fighting, moving away until next to the waves of the sea until I no longer heard them. But who knows, maybe they are still there insulting each other.