For those who do not know the area and are at their first Karon experience, I warmly recommend going there in the morning. You can do great business in the stalls, and there is a sparkling yet relaxed atmosphere. In the evening, however, the delirium begins.
If you are a man, it is not good to go around the streets after 10 PM because some prostitutes can become harassing. This is an area where I don’t recommend going if you just want to walk in the middle of the night. If you want to be there in the middle of the night, I recommend going back around 02 AM when people have calmed down, those women have found customers, and the street food vendors are now only interested in doing the latest deals without further stress.
Nearby in the area, other things you can’t miss to experience are restaurants. There are many places to eat that serve excellent food, with local specialties (exquisite seafood) and many places with enchanting atmospheres.
You can also opt to visit places that have their own “personality” such as the New York Bar or the Danze Fantasy Theater. I don’t want to spoil your surprise too much, so I will comment by saying only that there are plays of light, buildings with extravagant architecture and almost hypnotic park areas. If you sit on some bench and are in good company, with a drink in your hands, you seriously risk getting to see the sunrise together without realizing it (as long as the weather is mild and the wind does not blow too much).
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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.