My Thai massage last night thankfully more than made up for the beating I took last week in Pattaya where the ‘masseuse’ pummeled me into a bruised mess. Last night I was a piano, and my 70-something year old masseur was Ray Charles. Shanti Lodge claims it is “the best Thai massage in the world”, and by my reckoning (and I estimate that in my life I have had at least 25 Thai massages), it is. By a long way. The wise old lady kind of feels your needs, and just has an amazing touch. If you are ever in Bangkok, then you should definitely make your way here for this. And make sure you ask for “the older one”!! Perhaps the best 7 quid I have ever spent.
A hop, skip and a jump to heaven...
Yesterday we took a lovely walk and checked out the Giant Swing, which Thai men (I presume they were men; surely women wouldn’t have been so silly, seeing the obviously flawed physics of the situation) used to swing on to get up to heaven. We also took in the National Monument and Ian and Will made it to the amulets market.
We are whizzing off now to Siem Reap, crossing the border into Brangelina Land. Angkor Wat first thing tomorrow. We are also too too excited about the fact that Cambodia is the only country in the world where you can get red bananas.
We have just tried a mangosteen, the so-called King of fruits. Delish.
See ya’s, need to go and check where our bus has got to… xx
I am with Will on the fish foot massage makes me feel quiet faint and raw as a revenshaw. Love Mum x x
By: Lucy on December 8, 2009
at 8:42 am