Phuket? RSVP: Yes
Published in The Australian Jewish News
October 12, 2018
A wedding invitation is always nice. But when you learn that the wedding means a flight to another country, a tropical climate, beach time and forced rest and relaxation? Now we’re talking.
I couldn’t hide my delight when my good friends, Dr Roman Pinkus and Angelika Kalantarov decided to wed in Phuket earlier this year. My family are close with Roman’s entire family, his sister Sharon is my best friend, and we share the same circle of mates. Everyone was going to go and I knew it would be a week to remember. Pad Thais were waiting to be eaten, Thai massages were waiting to be had, and bronze glows waiting to be absorbed all before the big day.
We all flew up in the week of the wedding.
There is the obvious allure of being in Phuket. It is a collision of the calm and the chaotic; the crystal waters softly lap the Patong sands, the tooting of tuk tuks, the harassment of hawkers, the smells of street food, and the seedy nightlife that is Bangla Road. It’s an assault of the senses – and we all stayed in the thick of the Patong action for those first few days.
Until the day of the wedding.