My favorite thing about doing what I do is that if I enjoy something, I love to use this as an avenue to spread the word about it.
And when I hate something, I love to come here and drunkenly hate on it. I came to Phuket because I figured that after a long week of being in busy Thai cities, a beach escape would be a great way to relax and unwind.
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So here we are in what I expected to be paradise. I quickly realized that this was not the idyllic gem that I expected it to be. This place is devoid of any local spirit; this is for tourists only. The main walking streets are lined with people trying to pull you into their bar, restaurant, massage place, or into a tuk tuk. In a three-hour period, I must have turned down people who were trying to sell me souvenirs, jet skiing, and food. My friend even ended up getting talked into a henna tattoo on Patong Beach.
To be fair, the beach is also gorgeous, so I was only moderately inconvenienced by the atmosphere. It was nice to have someone bring me beer. But it was after dark that I realized that Patong Beach is literal hell. I figured Phuket would be a good place to go have a drink and enjoy the nightlife.
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I could not have been more wrong. The difference between Vegas and this hellhole is that while Vegas is also a fake city designed for tourists, at least there is variety there. You can sit down and gamble or catch a show. Patong Beach has only terrible overpriced clubs and bars whose primary design aesthetic is neon vomit.
