Phuket
It was already clear on the drive from the Phuket airport ("Poo-ket" not "Fu-ket") that we were not in Singapore anymore. The drive was actually similar to how Puerto Vallarta, Mexico looks. An okay highway with few street lights, tropical vegetation, concrete buildings some incomplete with metal rebar rods going up into the air another 6 feet, and white-knuckle taxi driving. We landed to Phuket fairly late due to a flight delay and we were all exhausted. About 60% into our trip, our taxi driver pulled off the main freeway and into a dark alleyway. My first thought was that we were about to be robbed, but before I could prepare an attack on the driver, we pulled into a travel agency. A cheery woman rushed out of the store and opened the sliding van door "HELLO, and welcome to Phuket." Our bleary tired eyes stared at her in confusion and anger. She continued "So you where are you from? You have hotel? You want go on boat trip?" My mom was too pol...