First decision - 90 minutes. Couples massage.
Spa reception
100 stairs led to one of five treatment rooms.
You needed treatment by the time you climbed the stairs in the heat.
They told us to undress and put on the robes provided, and when we were ready, to ring the bell. But halfway through undressing they knocked on the door and handed us two sheer pieces of fabric that looked suspiciously like underwear. They were underwear. They were so sheer - why bother? Was it to make us feel comfortable or them? I have to say Russell looked adorable in them. I wanted to post a picture but for some reason he wouldn't let me. I brought them home as a souvenir and to make him wear again later. Tee hee.
When we were properly attired, we rang the bell. Our attendants came in and washed our feet in coconut oil and kafir lime leaves, then led us into the inner sanctum where we had a 90 minute couples massage.
It was outstanding even with the underwear.
The bell and the foot bowls. I think I need these at home.
Now, who can I get to wash my feet?
The stairs back down to reception.
I need a nap now. Lay me down on the beach.
Oh here's the beach now.
Poolside or beach side - what to chose?
You're right Russell - cocktails first
Then pool
Later we decided to go into town for some local fare. But first a sunset cocktail at the bar. We tried a local wine. Who knew Thailand makes wine? We tried a rather refreshing rose. Not bad at all. Of course anything would have been refreshing in this heat, if it were chilled. There was a couple and their kids sitting in the bar when we got there. I thought it odd they would bring kids into the bar but Russell pointed out it was early. True. Then their youngest started whining. Soon the whining turned to screaming. "Ma Mere, Ma Mere....!!!!!" I discovered, even in French, whining is annoying. You would think the couple would remove the screaming kid. Mais Non! But no, why would they?
Would someone please turn down the volume on the whining kid behind me?
Either that or pour me another glass.
Hell, pour the kid a glass.
We decided to move onto dinner. The spa manager recommended a beachside restaurant in Koh Samui's storied Fisherman Village. It was like a mini Bangkok but with more stray dogs and cats. One side of the street were family run shops; the other, on the beach side, were open air bars and restaurants. Entire families were watching Thai soap operas while foreigners perused their goods laid out under tarps in make-shift shops. And it was ungodly moist. I was sweating profusely, even with the fan turned on us by our waiter. Stray cats did reconnaissance on freshly seated diners. "Wait I think I got a live one here!" Soon hordes of hungry cats gathered for scraps of BBQ fish. Guys on the beach tried to sell tourists sky lanterns, otherwise known as Kongming Lanterns, that waft romantically into the air and glow diaphanously in the night sky. They're beautiful when afloat but apparently not exactly environmentally friendly.
Russell had the seafood special: shrimp, muscles, mystery fish. I had BBQ'd rock lobster. They would have been great but it was so oppressively humid and smokey (apparently Thailand attracts chain smokers) that any pleasure derived turned into a sweaty, smokey stream of perspiration that permeated our clothes and ran down our backs in rivulets of regret.
But at least we can say we went into town. Yeah, I won't need to leave the resort for the rest of the week now. Thank God we have a plunge pool. I may not even bother to take my clothes off.
I like this sign. Very definitive.
I can't vouch for it though.
Probably the only non-stray dogs I saw.
Can a brother get a piece of fish?
This could be good if I wasn't drowning in my own sweat.
Somebody please just hose me off!!!
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