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THAILAND<br />
Blazing curries, festivals sizzling with street life,<br />
buildings as pretty as patisserie — who said Phuket was all beaches<br />
and revelry? Nick Redman tries an authentic Thai<br />
omewhere I stopped in at a café<br />
laced with bougainvillea and<br />
open to a street that smelt of<br />
washing powder and incense.<br />
I was heading to fill my face at Naka<br />
night market, beyond Phuket Town, but<br />
the server wiping the laminated pink<br />
tablecloths pulled me in with her grin.<br />
Her doughnuts, just shaken from the<br />
pan and billowing steam, sealed the<br />
deal: puffs of hot, sweet, delicious air.<br />
With a tankard of sugar-laced iced tea,<br />
I must have consumed 2,000 calories<br />
— and I still hadn't had dinner.<br />
When I eventually located it, Naka<br />
market was a welcome sight. Sweetpotato<br />
balls skittered around deep pans<br />
of oil, trailing bubbles, while skewered<br />
squids the colour of tangerines spat<br />
in lines over orange coals. Roe-topped<br />
sushi glistened like fat pink brooches,<br />
drawing Thai families and backpackers<br />
alike into a mild scrum. And that,<br />
as they say, was just for starters.<br />
I'd come to Phuket, essentially, for<br />
a beach holiday, despite knowing that<br />
Thai purists often roll their eyes at the<br />
mention of the name: overdeveloped,<br />
overpriced, basically just over, as tinier<br />
idylls tempt more intrepid travellers.<br />
Sure, in places, it's all gone a bit Patong,<br />
the brazen resort of R-rated stage shows.<br />
And yet, in a week, I found an island of<br />
rare, delicious flavours: magnificent<br />
wildlife, surreal landscapes and blissful<br />
solitude. All that and great food.<br />
It was Aunt Yai and Uncle Nun who'd<br />
whetted my appetite, a Thai couple who<br />
welcomed me into their kitchen in the<br />
shadow of a massive banyan tree by the<br />
sea. It looked reassuringly traditional<br />
‘<br />
I FOUND AN<br />
ISLAND OF RARE,<br />
DELICIOUS<br />
FLAVOURS:<br />
MAGNIFICENT<br />
WILDLIFE,<br />
SURREAL<br />
LANDSCAPES<br />
AND BLISSFUL<br />
SOLITUDE<br />
’<br />
— even the roof was tin, the kind you<br />
see in so many fishing villages. But<br />
enjoying their authentic southern Thai<br />
cooking hadn't entailed a showerless,<br />
sleepless week in a hammock on some<br />
Alex-Garland-scary remote sands.<br />
Quite the opposite — they were inhouse<br />
at Rosewood Phuket, the recently<br />
opened resort I was staying in.<br />
Wanting to have a foot in the real world,<br />
not a perimeter fence between, the hotel<br />
had talent-scouted around and found<br />
their future chefs stirring up a storm in a<br />
casual joint loved by the neighbourhood.<br />
And now here they were, working their<br />
magic for a global guest list. It was so<br />
much more credible than importing<br />
some highly paid international type<br />
with an eye for culinary appropriation.<br />
I liked the setting, Emerald Bay, and<br />
I also liked the Rosewood: a jumble of<br />
Modernist-cubic pavilion residences<br />
knee-deep in jasmine and hibiscus,<br />
smartly furnished with standing mirrors<br />
in ebony-tone frames, drum lampshades<br />
and stained dark floorboards.<br />
This was, of course, a globally<br />
recognisable canvas, which only served<br />
to counterpoint the appeal of Uncle<br />
Nun and Aunt Yai's homegrown cuisine.<br />
Gesturing enthusiastically, they singled<br />
out ingredients for their dishes —<br />
currently lurking in the slate-green<br />
stillness of their pond. Here a grouper,<br />
there a sea bass and behind, in the corner,<br />
a few scuttling blue crabs. A least one of<br />
these would soon reappear in my gaeng<br />
poo: a blazing regional curry speciality<br />
with gossamer-fine noodles brought<br />
steaming to my table under a hazy moon.<br />
Their tour de force was moo hong, a<br />
southern Thai favourite you might call the<br />
signature dish of Phuket. After hours of<br />
simmering in a treacly mix of coriander<br />
root, star anise, soy sauce, palm sugar<br />
and peppercorn, it was cinnamon-sweet<br />
and sludgy-soft, a tinglingly delicious<br />
experience I don't recall from the menu<br />
at my nearest Thai back home. Some<br />
have linked its flavour, soy in particular,<br />
to Chinese influences — most likely<br />
imparted by settlers, who arrived in<br />
droves in the 19th-century, when the<br />
Phuket tin industry was growing to<br />
meet American canning demands.<br />
I'd tried the curry already, in Phuket<br />
Town, my first port of call after landing,<br />
checking in at 2 Rooms, a charming<br />
'30s-style side-alley lodge with a<br />
gramophone and teak-look bed. Woven<br />
with multicultural threads, the island's<br />
informal capital is surely its most<br />
underrated attraction. Despite exuding a<br />
modern, urban feel in places, at its historic<br />
heart it was good enough to eat, in every<br />
respect. Raya restaurant was the kind of<br />
place you wish would open up on your<br />
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