I traveled with my husband to Patong last week. Neither of us had been before so it was an experience of a lifetime. We both loved the food, the beaches and the atmosphere of the place. We spent some time trying to understand Patong girls but to no avail.

My husband was particularly enamored with the girls here and, to be fair, I could see why. They were all stunning and all gave him the nicest of smiles whenever we went near them. I was trying to understand Patong girls and why they would do this when me, his wife, was clearly there with him. He wasn’t trying to understand Patong girlsat all: he was just bathing in their glow of their smiling eyes. Humph.

The girls here are enigmas, and trying to understand Patong girls is a path fraught with danger: we saw any number of men, men who should know better but who had clearly not made any attempt at trying to understand Patong girls, fall at their feet, only to be taken advantage of by these most ruthless and conniving of women. I have to take my hat off to them, even if I do not agree with what they do.