The day started well enough with breakfast in Mae Porn’s excellent café, on the corner opposite the hotel. However, quite soon afterwards, Brigid’s stomach started to complain and we had to hurry back to the hotel. There was little doubt that last night’s ‘green curry’ was to blame. In any event, Brigid retired to bed – leaving John with the computer for company.

It was 5pm by the time Brigid surfaced again. But there was still time to visit the Sunday Market, which turned out to be one of the largest open-air markets we had seen ANYWHERE!

There was absolutely nothing that we wanted to buy, but the spectacle was quite something.
The whole of Phuket Island seemed to be in town and, as it got dark, the market became something of a social focus for all generations.