Day two found us awake and me drinking instant coffee in our hotel room. Packing was easy, as we did not unpack. Finding the check in counter for our flight to Phuket, however, was far from easy. Well, it started easy enough. We recrossed the walkway into the Bangkok Airport and followed the signs for domestic departures. After about a five minute walk we finally found some check in lines, but none for Thai Airlines. So we asked and were pointed back in the same direction we came. 46 minutes to takeoff. We found the counter, showed our passports and ticket and after an impressive display of indifference the clerk told us we had to go to the domestic terminal as this was the international check in. Being that we thought we were already in the domestic terminal, we asked for directions feeling a bit like the universe through haley's lens. Turns out we have to take a shuttle bus and we get to the shuttle stop just as the bus leaves. The next one arrives in 15 minutes meaning we will be at serious risk of missing our flight so we call a taxi. How much, my wife asks. 300 baht. We bargain to 100 and get in for the two minute drive. We ask to be dropped off at the check in counters and driver nods but drops us off at the beginning of the terminal so he has a better chance to hook new passengers. And he informs us as we leave that it is 100 baht per person. Nice try, we pay him just the original 100. Flight to Phuket is quick with a quick meal. I read, wife sleeps. We touchdown around 11am and in the arrivals area we find a woman holding a sign with my name on it, plus three other names. Eventually us and another never to be seen again couple hop into a minivan and are driven to our respective hotels. Our hotel is awesome, if you like that mega-complex luxury resort thing. If you prefer a hut and eating what you can catch, well, more power to you. We will enjoy the pool, the overpriced food, the air conditioning, the water buckets to clean our sandy feet. We head to Patong for the nightlife of Phuket hoping it will be kind of like Bangkot but maybe less seedy but still fun. It also turns out to be family style pretty much, except for 50ish white men wearing too tight jeans walking around with young thai women. Not the best look. We find a restaurant overlooking the ocean and chow down. My wife says she's saving room for some snacks later so she "only" orders three dishes. I get this tiger prawn contraption that was scrumptious if not too filling. We stroll around looking for something we can't find and if we could find wouldn't know what to do with, so we head back to the hotel at 10:30pm, exhausted. Sleep comes¡eventually.