I’m not going to bore you with the details of our morning, but let me summarise.
Wake, shower, dress, breakfast, swimmers, sunscreen, swim, read, swim, nap, swim.
That brings us to about 1.30pm.
You may recall that yesterday we went to the markets to get some gifts for the grandies, but in a moment of monumental stupidity, we hadn’t realised that the markets were closed on Sunday.
So today we went back again for another crack, and managed to get a few last minute things.
It was quite cool this morning, but frightfully hot this afternoon. As well as gifts for our favourite little people (OFLP), we bought a can of Coke Zero and some icecreams.
I’m telling you, it was really hot.
We have had a week of “nothing to do, and all day to do it”, but today we had our scheduled Thai massage at the resort. The one that is included in the package.
We were booked in for 3.30, and we didn’t want to be late.
No sir.
So we went back to our room, peeled ourselves out of our sweaty clothes and both had a quick, refreshing shower ready to present ourselves for our massage.
They start you off with a cup of bael fruit tea which – if you believe the advertising – cures everything from heart disease and cholesterol, to haemorrhoids.
This was a Thai massage today. Pressure points, pushing, stretching. They have a room set up for couples massage, so we each got our own massage table and masseuse.
You know you are in for an interesting ride when your masseuse climbs up on the table with you so she can get better leverage. And I have to say it’s pretty daunting when you are lying on the table face-down, at your most vulnerable, and you can hear them moving about but you don’t know where they are or what they’re doing.
At one point she had me lying on my back with a blindfold thing over my eyes, and she brought my right foot up to meet my left knee, then pushed my right knee down flat on the table.
I have to say that the last time I was that flexible I would have been in nappies, and I’m fairly certain that particular movement was never considered as a requirement in God’s design specification for me.
But even scarier was when she twisted my leg one way and then put her foot against various parts of my leg and pushed.
Hard.
Which was somewhere on a spectrum between painful and downright scary.
And when she had worked her way up my leg to my groin – a bit too close to frank and beans for my liking – I was concerned that one wrong move and I’d be singing with the sopranos.
BTW, the frank and beans reference comes from a movie called “There’s something about Mary”. I’m not explaining it here.
Anyhow we survived, intact, and went straight to cocktails.
I had my customary Mojito (to calm my nerves today, more than anything) and MBW had something similar, but a different colour.
I booked our usual table for dinner, then we raced back to our room because there was a huge storm rolling in.
It is monsoon season I suppose, and we can’t complain about the lack of sunshine.
Back to our room to shelter from the storm and wait for dinner.
Before dinner, we wandered down and collected our washing for the grand sum of 115 baht (less than $5), and got some more cash from the local hole in the wall.
We decided to go Thai menu again tonight. MBW chose the Massamen Gai while I had “mild yellow curry with chicken and rice”.
The waiter – William – and I had a man-to-man chat about my curry being “Mị̀ p̄hĕd” (not spicy), and while it might have been mị̀ p̄hĕd in his universe, it wasn’t in mine.
It was very nice, but way too p̄hĕd for my delicate constitution. That should be interesting once it’s worked its way through my digestive system … and hopefully that won’t happen at 38,000 feet on the plane home.
Dinner over, and back to our room for coffee.
We are getting picked up out the front at 9.00am tomorrow for a cooking class, so we will need to set the alarm.
I slept badly again last night, so I’m going to be looking for some pharmaceutical assistance for some quality sleep tonight.
That’s about it for another day in Khao Lak.
Ciao from paradise.
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