Our adventure to Patong, the sleeze/slime/party capital of Phuket privince, and one of the biggest spots for it in the country, was definitely memorable. Here, we viewed hoards of drunk tourists, flamboant ladyboys dressed to the nines, and prostitues of all ages crowding the main strip. Honestly, with the shinanagins going on right in the open, Jarret and I were down-right scared to venture into any of the establishments. So we grabbed a drink, took a seat on the patio and watched the craziness go by - and go by it did. Even though you come to expect it from all you hear and see on tv, it still is hard to beleive when you are there.
It turned out that our patio was right across from a ladyboy danceclub and the entertainers were out in full force to pose for pictures. We nearly thought Maurie Povich may pop out from around the corner at any moment. For those of you not familar with the ladyboy term, it is in reference to a man who dresses like a woman and has or has not endulged any sex change surgery. In complete honesty, many of these ladyboys were extremely convincing women!
Three hours later, Jarret and I had enough of the action, thanked our lucky stars that we decided to vacation at a more subdued part of Phuket island (Kata), and took a taxi back to our hotel. Speaking with locals and tourists about the Patong experience, they assured us that Bangkok is like Patong on Crack, but not as bad as Pattaya (apparently the worst city in the country). We will see in a few days!
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