Destination Attained

I wonder when they are going to hand me my helmet and very own jumpsuit...maybe with a stylish silver strip over the shoulder and down the leg--fast. The traffic has no rules only that you better go if you're going to go. Motor bikes go wherever they want and squeeze into tiny spaces like mice. As we whirled, honked and skimmed through traffic I made small talk with the girl who picked me up at Phuket Airport... She wan't much of a talker, but I did get some yummy green tea gum from her. Score. Phuket is, well, Markety? I guess I should start with my whereabouts for all you parental types. I am in Phuket Town. The east side near the bay, but don't get me wrong, I see no bay. I'm inland right smack dab in the heart of Phuket Town. I have a sweet double room in a hotel (self titled "The Mansion", which it isn't), I have a little balcony that looks over a nice creamy brown river, a leaky toilet and unlimited Thai channels on the ol' tube. Yes, that's right, I flicked on some Thai Star Seach-esk show as I unpacked. The boy band tore it up. I'm 20 mins from the beaches by bus, TukTuk or motor bike. I'm going there tomorrow. I'm sitting in this internet cafe next to five thai adolescents screaming and fighting over a computer game. One is in what appears to be a boyscout uniform. He must be the leader. I walked into town (20mins?) against the wishes of every Motorbike taxi and TukTuk driver in town. I've been wandering around bobbing in and out of curious shops and food markets. I found the worst smell in the world: piles and piles of dried fish, shrimpies, and other aquatic beings. It's definately different. Bangkok was a hoot. Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime. I miss my sidekick. The leader just killed the large monster and gained immunity and lots of points... gotta go.