I’m attempting to express the drawn out Thai accent as they call out from the streets. It’s almost comical and entertaining, especially the street my hostel is off of. There are literally about 6-10 massage parlors begging for you to come in. I love how they never get upset with the answer “no”. It could teach anyone in sales a lesson watching them. Each parlor dresses in a color. So there’s the green, the orange, the black, the sunflowers, etc. Its effective. I’ve gotten to know the gals at each as I walk by daily.
There are scooters with side cars commonly here that are literally shops on wheels that sell everything from brooms, to fresh crabs, to complete meals that they cook on the spot while you wait. They drive by and have what sounds like bike horns on them so you know they are coming if you should want something. A Thai version of a food truck. The massage gals love to get their meals from these guys, and often times when you walk past the ladies are all huddled on the cement in front of their shops eating together. Of course, they will look up from their meals to holler “maassaaagge?”
My back has been killing me for awhile now. I’m sure its the stress of driving Tia as well as the crap mattresses I’ve been sleeping on. (I’m praying my condo has a decent one!) Today I decided to go spend the 15$ and work the kinks out. Being a little bit of a snob, I sought out a location that I felt was clean and was hoping not to be massaged after someone just ate off the floor. I mean, the little things, but nonetheless.
Tonya Takes Thailand 