We're very satisfied in our new space so far. Lots of things to get used to, but Thai Bahts to tuk-tuk rides we're gonna seriously enjoy this place for the next six months. As promised, some overdue photos of our fabulous apartment:
Looking from the front door, through the living room, and towards the east-facing balcony.
Spectacular kitchen with cook top.
Lot's of places aren't really set up for cooking much more than rice and boiling water.
Spacious bedroom with lots of closet space and storage.
View from the north-facing, kitchen balcony.
Looking from the living room through to the kitchen.
Superb space with lots of natural light. It's been a while since our last post, due to a little trouble uploading photos, but that seems to be fixed now. In the meantime, I've been pondering a few things noted as strange and wonderful since our arrival…
Firstly: plumbing. Nearly every Thai toilet upon which I've perched, is equipped with a kitchen-style sprayer mounted at the right (when seated). If the sprayer is absent, there sits a bucket of water under a tap, with a scooping receptacle. Many toilet stalls do not offer paper and one must sit prepared. In a restroom at the mall, I saw what I thought was a feminine products dispenser. Instead, a TP machine—however, it is wise to carry tissue packet insurance. Flushing TP (or anything else non-bodily-related) is on the not-cool list, and a little garbage can always stands by.
Secondly: scooter ettiquette. When driving a scooter, drivers of cars, trucks and busses are exceedingly more aware of, and accommodating to, the scooter- and cycle-ists. When approaching a red light, it's customary for scooters and bicycles drive between (and weave in and out of, when necessary) lines of cars to wait at the front of the pack. Just prior to green light, scooters rev and begin inching into the intersection, which is usually still full of traffic eeking out the last of their turn. With a roar, the scooters race off like a motorcycle gang, turning, changing lanes, and generally dominating the streetscape, until the natural order of vehicles slides back into place.
Thirdly: the Thai massage. Dr. Jack said it was like nothing else I'd ever experienced, and he was right! I seriously thought that tiny, little Thai lady was gonna break me in half. Thai massages take place fully dressed, on one of several mats lined up on the floor. The masseuse uses her body weight to apply pressure, bend, and stretch the massaged. The most alarming part occured when, face-down—my hands locked with hers behind me—she knelt on my hamstrings, and pulled my torso towards my feet. I couldn't help letting out a yelp! But, nothing snapped, and I plan on making this a regular practice. A 90-minute session costs anywhere from $7 - $12 USD, including tip. You have a choice of the full monty (standard Thai massage); neck-shoulder-back; foot; or oil massage. The oil version is sort of a cross between Swedish and Thai, more private, and with less clothing. Haven't had a foot massage yet, but hope to try that later today at the massage place on the ground floor, right next door to our lobby.
I love Thailand!