Just Phuket

When Nantucket is under a bucket of snow, head to Phuket. (pronounced Poo-ket)

The beach is sunny and hot in Thailand this time of year, and all has been beautifully rebuilt since the 2004 tsunami. We came over on the ferry from Phi Phi this afternoon. (pronounced Pee-pee). Both islands are fun, but Phi Phi is much harder to get around since it has no roads.

We tried to meet up with Ismail on Phi Phi, but met with too many obstacles so we decided Phuket would be easier. (I think I may have pronounced it wrong a few times yesterday.)

So now we’re in a taxi, flying past rows of rubber trees, heading to Patong Beach to meet Ismail and some local watercolorists for dinner. Our driver put some Whitney Houston on the radio. Such a tragedy that she died so young yesterday. That kind of news travels around the world pretty fast, although our driver didn’t know. I hated telling him.

Whitney was only 48. I am 43 and feel my own mortality every day. I lost several dear friends in 2011. That is one of the reasons I am here. It’s a big world and a short life. There is so much to do and so many friends to share time with. I haven’t even met all of my friends yet. 🙂

Dreams can’t wait any longer. I don’t live with the notion that “someday” I will go after them. There is no time like the present. So…Phuket. No regrets, no missed opportunities. I am here and I feel very alive today.

Now where is Ismail?!






  1. Stephan Mackenzie on March 5, 2012 at 12:53 am

    I love your watercolour paintings. I was poor when I first saw your exhibit at the Coconut Grove festival, it must have been 88 or 89. I am glad you are looking toward Asia, especially Patong. There are so many delightful and exciting images, mostly during and after sunset, that need to be captured on film and art paper. I have been going to Phuket once or twice a year since 2001 and besides the bar dancers, the motor bike vendors make some of the most creative and subjects. Driving behind a motor bike that has a platform with a fire going frying fish at 50km/h is an awakening, especially while trying to stay left and keep awake after a 30 plus hour flight. I’m looking forward to seeing your creations from Asia.

  2. Steve Faber on February 27, 2012 at 10:56 am

    For Mizzou tailgating, got to get one of those pimped out instant rolling night clubs made out of a VW Bus.
    The street carts selling roasted bugs and BBQ rats . . . . not so much.
    Four days in Phuket was not enough. We are looking for a monthly rental. Will we end up as ex-pats? It’s a slippery slope.