On a lazy Sunday my wife and I decided to take the family to Phuket. For me, to decide is to get someone to act. I asked my daughter, who was at her computer – her usual hangout when awake – to research accommodation on the internet. Soon she showed me gorgeous resorts on beaches against majestic hills, with inviting swimming pools and cosy rooms. To help us select one, my wife and I called on our travel agent.
“For a quiet beach holiday,” she said, “Choose a resort in Karon: they all have private beaches.”
I imagined lying in a hammock between coconut palms, cool wind on my face, a cooler drink in my hand, waves crashing a few feet away…
“But if you want action,” she continued, “Patong town has great shopping, night life and the beach is just across the road.”
Before I could say, “No!” my wife said, “Patong!”
