Unlike other travels, relax is the forever key note to a beach travelling. No need to get up early, or be herded around from one place to anther, or squeeze something more to an already-tight schedule, just enjoy the slowness of beach life as you want and you would have a perfect journey. You could spend a whole day just lying on the beach chair, sun bathing and day dreaming without the least worries that you might miss something more important---how could anything more important than the crystal blue sky, the same crystal blue waters, the kids’ joyful laughers, the waves’ enchanting singing, and the perfect awareness that you have nothing need to hurry up?

           We spent most of time in beach for the following two days. I loved Kalong beach the most: the water here is the clearest among the three, and the beach is not so crowded like Badong’s. Sophia recommended 3S in Phuket at my last blog: Scenery, Snacks, and Shopping. Although we didn’t shop a lot this time, we did enjoy the first two S very much, as for my husband, he also enjoyed another S: those hot, curvy, S bodies in bikinis. In Phuket, no one wore one piece bathing suit. Bikini is the most common, the basic wear for every woman: young or old, curvy, thin, or overweight.

          Such view was definitely an added beauty along the beach

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          I bought this cute hat for xiaoyu form a teenager peddler at the price of 300 BH. It was a bit expensive, but the peddler is only about 10 years old and has very bright eyes. I am always a sucker to those who are forced to grown up fast, so I even didn’t try to make a bargain.

      That’s the busiest street along Badong’s beach. Bars, cafes, restaurants and all kinds of shops gathered along this street---night seems never come to this street, even in late night, this street was still crowded and all light-up. With xiaoyu, we couldn’t make any further exploration into the night Phuket. But parents can’t always do what they want.

           On New Year’s Eve, we had a fancy, delicious dinner at a famous restaurant there. Many Chinese came there to celebrate Spring Festival. After dinner we came back to the hotel and watched “春晚”. When New Year Bell rang from the television, no deafening fire cracks had followed. Suddenly I realized that I had not been in China. Quietly in another country, we were embracing the year of Dragon’s coming.

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