Phuket Town Day 9 – 22/11/2008

Up for breakfast; the nice hostel ladies cook us fried eggs on toast with fruit, tea, coffee and juice. It’s really simple but effective – we get so full from it.

We had planned to walk up and down our street looking at all the touristy options (we want to go to Phi Phi islands, elephant trekking, ATV biking and white water rafting), rather we ended up walking around the streets looking at houses and shops along the way. We found ourselves miles away from our hostel, yet conveniently outside an ice-creamery – wasn’t expected, but with the 30 temp it was very inviting. I ended up ordering a massive three scoop chocolate delight – even the was made of waffle. Jono ordered ice-cream and waffles. We shared of course. YUMMM!!

It was hot, so we walked back to the hostel (looking at mobile phone and ipod shops along the way) and promptly sat infront of the super sized tv to watch movies with everyone for the rest of the afternoon.

We have been here a while now, and we have been very careful with what we eat and drink in an attempt to avoid being sick. We met a guy who had spent the last few weeks cycling from top to bottom of Thailand, and he said that all the market food and tap water he had had didn’t make him sick. So we resolved that we were tough enough to test out the market food. The markets are about a two min walk away; we browsed through the various options. Mostly not knowing what it was (prob tastes like chicken anyways), we finally chose a few items. I chose, what looked like a, sausage – turned out to be a pork and rice sausage?? All the rice in the sausage made it very filling, not sure I would order it again though. Jono got some skewers… what a funny experience!! Jono didn’t particularly want to be eating chicken liver or tongue so wanted to establish what kind of meat he was about to eat.

We were standing in the middle of a busy market place, thai people running around everywhere push and prodding us to move and hurry. The food stall owner didn’t speak any English (all we know is hello, thank-you, yes and no); we resorted to body language. Jono stood there pinching and pointing at his chest say ‘breast?? Chicken breast??’ then lifting his shirt up pinching and pointing at his stomach saying ‘or chicken liver??’. Between the giggles and tears the stall owner pointed to his arse and said something in thai. We settled on it being chicken thigh. I hope so for Jono’s sake!!

:-)