Just, wow. The winner, with Mutherfriggin Votes, ended up being the cheapo-but-relatively-safe-looking hostel choice: iHostel Phuket.
If I had taken a taxi from the yacht to the original iHostel Phuket choice, it would have been at least 20 bucks extra anyways. I must have looked like the strangest castaway that beach has ever seen. Anyways, it was a bit strange.
Yet, I still felt the sway of the sea when standing on solid ground. I pulled out my phone, which thankfully by now, had a Thai SIM card in it, to help me navigate to the hostel. As a bonus, my belly which normally looked like that of a pregnant lady 4 months along, was now at least 6 months pregnant with botulism.
I finally made it to my destination, and I would have blown right by it if not for the attendant calling out to me. He was just being a Thai salesman, lucky for me. After checking in and climbing a few flights of stairs, I thanked God for letting me lay the fuck down. I had only experienced air conditioning when passing through malls in Southeast Asia, so this was a refreshing, welcomed luxury, especially in the state I was in.
I snagged a bottom bunk and threw some of my things into a generously-sized locker, which even came with a lock. There were 2 other lovely and interesting travelers already staying there whom I met when I arrived. We talked about possibly going out for the evening even though I was still debating in my own mind whether that was prudent.
