The Buddha Bar

So far Rocker and I have been determined to take it easy on our first days here. Yesterday's Thai massage for Rocker saw him return to me in a very sorry state, having almost admitted defeat and yelled at the diminuative torturess to stop and get the hell off him. This from a very big man indeed.

I have not and will not succumb to being pummelled to within an inch of my life by one of these little women, I can't stand being touched, even for my pedicure I was cringing, though Rocker's comment this morning of "You would not like it at all Boon, considering your low pain threshold" has made me think I want to do it just to prove how tough I am.

But, meh. Probably not.

We visited a temple this morning only to be told by a passing policeman that we had just missed a very special visit from the King himself, who the Thai absolutely adore and worship.

Everywhere you look are posters saying "Love live the king". So we were a little peeved at missing him. God knows what he would of made of a pasty white redhead and her very own 'Big Boy' but I guess we will now never know.

Mum would love the temples, Buddhas everywhere and seemingly they represent so many different things. I find myself feeling rather humble when I stand before one, as though he is looking into the very depths of my soul. I find myself asking him for nice things for me and my loved ones, is this a selfish thing to do one wonders?

Don't even get me started on the homeless kittens scattered about the temples. They break my heart.

So so hot today and not a ping pong show in sight, off for a beer.

Toodle pip.