Phuket--Day 1

Yippee! Finally the day for us to go Phuket had arrived!! Well, I'm saying on behalf of Papa and Mama, of course. I didn't know what was going on then. :P

They woke me up exceptionally early that day; at 5.30am. I was still in a daze. Mama was worried because my eye was tearing and seemed swollen. Seemed like an allergic reaction had struck me again. Worse, they didn't pack my anti-itch medi, non at all. Everything, except that. You name it, Mama had it. Mopiko, Zambuk, paracetemol, cold mixture, flu medi, band aids, anti mosquito lotion and patch...the list goes on. ALL, but the allergy stuffs lah!

Thank God, when I reached T2, I was active!! Running around, exploring, climbing and pushing the stroller. While they had breakfast, I was playing at the kiddy playground. Cool. Not affected by the tearing eye and occasional coughs.

When we reached Phuket airport, the agency guide drove us to the hotel. On my way, I was edgy and cranky. So Papa whipped out his lethal weapon---PSP! Mama is such a genius, she told Papa to download some Barney and Hi Five shows in it for "emergencies!" And boy, they needed it more than a bottle of milk throughout the trip!

I was immediately "sedated" by it. Glued to it! And I would be "still". Against Mama's principle to expose kids like me to such high tech stuff, aka, "anti social equipment", she couldn't do anything but to hail to that blackie for once. Salute to the one who invented this.

And to our pleasant surprise, the hotel upgraded our room to the Busakorn wing!! Mama and Papa were so thankful. A good start to our holiday. It was the wing that Mama wished to check in to, but was too expensive. It had a more private and nice pool with lesser crowd compared to the main wing. We simply love the more spacious room too. God is good!

Then we headed for a swim. I loved it! But after my noon nap, I woke up crying for a good 5 to 10 mins. I was wailing. Probably, overly stimulated. The early morning wake, and everything new to me; the airport, Thais and ang mohs, hotel... So Mama had no choice but to stuff the passy in (good thing they brought one along) my mouth and I was instantly soothed. I cried till my whole head was sweaty. Pains Mama's heart.

My allergy didn't get worse too. Thank God, I got better by the day. I only cried like this twice during the trip. But on the 2nd time, I couldn't "trick" them into giving me the passy for long. Papa simply brought me to see the bench and viewed the pool, and I gladly took it for him.