Following a full day, a sumptuous dinner, and sleeping in a spacious suite that is about twice the size of his Hong Kong flat, Michael Taylor awakes to a breakfast served on his private terrace.
Had it really only been 24 hours since I picked up the telephone, dialed the number that after all these years I have still not managed to memorize, and hailed a taxi to Hong Kong International Airport at Chek Lap Kok – asking, of course, for a discount in my broken Cantonese?
So much seemed to have happened, and this was only Day Two. My tropical adventure in the Southern Thai island of Phuket had only begun. What further adventures awaited?
Late to Bed, Early to Rise
Generally speaking, I am a late riser. But for reasons that I myself do not understand, I always wake up at ridiculously early hours when I am sleeping in five star resorts. It is almost as if I cannot wait for the day to begin.
It is almost as if I do not want to waste one moment. It is almost as if I not want to miss anything. It is almost as if … Oh, you get the idea…
I made my way into the shower. After doing my ablutions and ridding myself of unwanted facial hair, I threw on some trendy clothes – how I love that Bruce Lee T-shirt I acquired on my stay in Koh Samui a few weeks earlier – and headed upstairs, where I expected my breakfast to be waiting in the outdoor sala.
Wake Up Call
Oh! Perhaps not.
At the break of dawn, I was, I know, a bit early. Breakfasts are served on schedule. Perhaps you should order ahead for "midnight snacks". I take it that most guests at Andara Resort & Villas aren't such early risers.
The staff that had been assigned to look after my every need – as well as the needs of the others in my villa – were in the kitchen. Everything seemed to be in place.
They took one look at me and started scurrying about. I asked for a cup of coffee, went back downstairs, and turned on my computer.
Moments later, I went back upstairs. A sumptuous traditional Thai breakfast greeted me on a buffet table.
I wasn't quite sure what to make of the various ingredients that had been assembled, but a thoughtful member of staff offered to demonstrate how, exactly, I was supposed to put together what turned out to be the makings of a very yummy soup with – if I remember correctly – noodles.
Following her directions, I prepared my breakfast and returned to the table – wondering where the other inhabitants of my luxurious villa were. I consumed it rather quickly.
Oh, again! It tasted much, much yummier than I had expected.
“I think I shall have some more,” I thought.
I went back to the buffet table and made myself another bowl.
And How Would You Like Your Eggs?
Totally satiated, I sipped my coffee and savoured the view.
“How would you like your eggs?” a member of staff inquired.
Eggs? I thought that I had already had breakfast. Hesitating for a moment, I heard myself saying, “I'd like an omelet with tomatoes, black olives, onions, bell peppers, and cheese.”
And then there was the issue of ham, bacon, or sausage. Not to mention the hotcakes and the pancakes and the hash browns…
“One sausage,” I said, knowing that two years trying to shed 15 pounds had just gone down the drain.
I was feeling guilty. I wasn't really hungry. Did I really need eggs – not to mention sausages?
“Relax,” I told myself.
“You are a travel writer. You have a blog. You owe this to your readers.”
I consumed my eggs and sausages and promised myself to spend two hours in the hotel gym.
It did not happen. Other important duties that needed to be experienced – and then written about – beckoned.
Copyright: Michael Taylor Pictured: Breakfast was served in an outdoor sala with a view of the bay. Photo Credit: ndara Resort & Villas, Phuket, Thailand