Let it be known that we didn't ride an elephant in Thailand. If you're ever going to ride one, that's the place to do it. We did spend a fun afternoon visiting friends and exploring some of the markets and very modern shopping malls in the heart of downtown Bangkok. We walked and walked and walked, and towards the end of the day, came upon two massage stores (a common thing there of course). One had no front to the store, was rather dark, decorated with palm trees, and filled with middle aged people on big old recliners getting their feet or heads massaged. The scent of spices wafted out of the area. What a sight!
The other looked more like a beauty shop. I suddenly remembered my "secular" goal when visiting Thailand: to get the massage that I could not afford at home. Women pushed price sheets into our hands begging us to try a foot massage. Why not make a memory we asked each other. We bargained on a price and asked if they would split the hour between the two of us. They were happy to oblige, though their eyes grew big as Spouse pulled off the required long support hose and they struggled to fit his long frame into their chair. Side by side we sat as two young girls did the work massaging our tired feet. We had a great time communicating with them (communication is a better word than "talking," as it was not all with words, though one did speak some English.) They were great fun and I think we got more like 45 minutes ... and for $4.50? Wow did that feel good!
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