The Red Eye
Midnight in the garden of Good and Evil. In this instance I'm at Phuket International Airport at the witching hour.
One would think the island gateway would be winding down after a long day at the office. This assumption is of course very wrong.
Bus after bus after bus is lined up at departure and arrival. My palms are sweaty as I navigate the parking lot chaos, understanding that long lines await at immigration.
Early morning remains the domain of North Asia and South Asia flights or those transiting one of those megalopolis Middle East airports for a bit of culture on the continent.
There is no great escape from Phuket it seems. My impending doom is sitting squarely on the cusp of absurdity and mayhem. Taking one last look out the automatic door, past the metal detector and into the night, I turn and dive right in.