So we found a really good travel deal and zipped off to spend a long weekend at Banyan Tree, Phuket. We didn’t really think about what we’d do there, but there were a couple of very simple rules…
Rule 1: No talking / thinking / discussing work
Rule 2: No waking up earlier than necessary to grab breakfast before the buffet line closes
Of course, Rule 2 was promptly broken upon arrival, thanks to the EvilBerry and relentless clients. *snarl* Hubs even had to catch up on some work at the business centre on Sunday. Poor thing.
… and a small checklist:
Task 1: Get a tan!
Task 2: Spa-massage-spa-massage-spa-massage… you get the idea…
Task 3: Overdose on cheap seafood and authentic Thai fare
Task 4: Find the elusive prata man
And I’m proud to announce that it was MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!
Well, except for Task 4 – we didn’t actually find our regular prata man, but did manage to get our hands on the original Paradise Pancake. The Real McCoy! – and not some pathetic, soggy, crepe-like imitation (which we succumbed to in desperation on the first night of our quest) that has somehow captured the hearts and minds of unsuspecting tourists. Bah.
What’s Paradise Pancake? It’s a prata with egg and fresh banana filling, fried to a crisp in lots of oil and ghee, then drizzled with condensed milk, chocolate sauce and a generous dusting of sugar. It takes skill to whirl the prata dough to a suitable thin-ness without breaking the skin and that’s why the imitators resort to using crepe machines.
We spent the rest of the trip doing little more than lazing by the pool, totally pampered by the attentive staff who would ply us with cold towels, iced drinks, peppermint sprays and refreshing sorbets. *Bliss*
Back at work today, and already looking forward to the long CNY weekend – soon as I get through the work that has piled up… *mutter mutter*
(Pictures to follow)