HKT is Phuket, Thailand.
How did they know?
Oh well, twelve hours of jet lag. We’re tough and experienced and we slept for four hours in the afternoon.
This evening, after a dinner of fried rice and pineapple and a Blue Dorado (margarita), the Thai singer-guitarist performed karaoke with the audience. The table next to us of seven Chinese were very much into it. The beautiful, elegant, dominant Matriarch ran the show. They sang and sang. In Chinese, and communicate with the Thai guy in English (I think). Ori chose “No woman don’t cry” for them to sing. She wouldn’t let me go to the mike. Next time I will.
One more night in this paradise, before we move on to the next one.