By the fifth day I am relaxed enough to submit to a pummelling from the massage stall on the beach. Perhaps the week works so well because everyone has space to do what they want - Tilly and Joe return, enthusing after puttering from beach to beach, Rafe and Charlotte - conscious of Hong Kong time - get on with work. They reach with wrinkled trunks for watermelon. We feed two elderly female residents, scarred by chains, backs worn smooth by box seats. At the elephant sanctuary, a local entrepreneur has discovered tourists will pay more to meet rescued elephants than to ride tethered ones. If heavy drinking and sex tourism have embarrassed Thailand, there are more wholesome ways to spend your time. We sit at small pavement tables for more dim sum, which arrived in the 19th century to feed Chinese tin miners. Is this Phuket, or is Phuket what we find the next morning, when we go back to the old town for breakfast? Locals call in on their way to work. Read more: Luxury Holidays & Honeymoon Travel Agents Turquoise Holidays Share or comment on this article: Thailand. I stay close to the children for protection. We are beginning to think we should be here for a fortnight. It’s a third of a mile of glaring neon lights, rock music, bars, clubs and strip joints, patrolled by an army of touts desperate for business. A pedestrianised street leads to the beach. For contrast, we take a cab the short ride across the island to Patong, source of Phuket’s notoriety.
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