Wat hopping, part 2
Trip Start
May 06, 2007
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Trip End
Jul 24, 2008
After 7 hours on a very hot, supposedly air-conditioned bus, we arrived in Sukhothai. Miriam, Katrin, Cedric (a Belgium guy who got on the bus a couple of hours after us), and I arrived in Sukhothai exhausted and ready for an early night. The next day the four of us rented bikes and rode around the historical area that's littered with wats. The area itself was really pretty with lots of trees and a big lake. Our favorite park of the wats was a statue that we referred to as lady-boy Buddha since his hand and foot positions leaned a bit toward the fagala persuasion.
Just as we were getting ready to call it a day, we rode by a little wooden house with a big sign outside that read "Thai massage 120 baht/1 hr". After a quick calculation to determine that that's less than $4, Miriam and I decided we were all in. It was really nice and relaxing, but very different than any other massage I've ever had. We remained fully clothed and lay down on two mattresses on the floor, along with another woman who was already mid-massage. The masseuse used both her hands and feet to attack my pressure points and stretch me into various yoga-like positions along with a bit of what I considered typical massaging. Most of the focus was on my legs and feet with a little on my back, neck, shoulders, and head. Rather than leaving the massage feeling ready to crawl into bed, both Miriam and I were full of energy. We returned our bikes and joined Katrin and Cedric to explore the rather dull night market before calling it another early night in preparation for our morning bus to Chiang Mai.
Just as we were getting ready to call it a day, we rode by a little wooden house with a big sign outside that read "Thai massage 120 baht/1 hr". After a quick calculation to determine that that's less than $4, Miriam and I decided we were all in. It was really nice and relaxing, but very different than any other massage I've ever had. We remained fully clothed and lay down on two mattresses on the floor, along with another woman who was already mid-massage. The masseuse used both her hands and feet to attack my pressure points and stretch me into various yoga-like positions along with a bit of what I considered typical massaging. Most of the focus was on my legs and feet with a little on my back, neck, shoulders, and head. Rather than leaving the massage feeling ready to crawl into bed, both Miriam and I were full of energy. We returned our bikes and joined Katrin and Cedric to explore the rather dull night market before calling it another early night in preparation for our morning bus to Chiang Mai.


