We decided to forego the long train/bus journey from Chiang Mai to Phuket and just flew for cheap. Arrived at night and immediately was not impressed. While the rebuilding efforts of locals, international aid, backpacker et al. were laudable, Phuket was such a trap that we were glad we only had the two nights. Old and morbidly obese bikinied tourists, who were inexplicably uniformly German. Every fibre of our beings compelled us to flee.

Let us speak no more of Phuket. Skip ahead a couple of days: we arrived in Ao Nang, a little beach town north of Krabi. What Germany is to Phuket, for whatever reason, Sweden is to Ao Nang. All the menus were in Swedish, and we could even have had a decent approximation of Danish food, apparently, at any number of restaurants. The town has a nice boardwalky, schlocky, pirated-CD feel to it, if you like that sort of thing. Nice public beach, loads of knockoff North Face gear, and endless boat and taxi touts. But nice sunsets.

Oh, and random false teeth. I must say, I really like this photo: I think it captures this ineffable feeling of sadness and loss. Somewhere out there, a poor toothless Scandinavian granny gently weeps.