On the Saturday, we decided to take a little tour round some of the surrounding bays. We visiting the James Bond island where 'The Man with the Golden Gun' had been filmed. You know the one with the man with the extra nipple and the little fella with the thyroid problem. Anyway, after taking a few pictures and a dip in the deceptively deep water, we moved on to view a temple (wat).
The wat is inside a cave with a giant reclining Buddha and is, rather bizarrely, 
inhabited by monkeys. Loads of them. Despite the monkeys all being very well fed by the constant swarm of tourists, this didn't seem to be enough for the little bleeders. I was left rather perturbed when a particularly wily one decided to grab hold of my ankle and tried scaling my leg to get to my cornetto! One cheeky one had already had it away with our driver's ice-lolly. Alas, my monkey wasn't so lucky. I'm not a girl to be easily parted from her food.
inhabited by monkeys. Loads of them. Despite the monkeys all being very well fed by the constant swarm of tourists, this didn't seem to be enough for the little bleeders. I was left rather perturbed when a particularly wily one decided to grab hold of my ankle and tried scaling my leg to get to my cornetto! One cheeky one had already had it away with our driver's ice-lolly. Alas, my monkey wasn't so lucky. I'm not a girl to be easily parted from her food.Before we returned to B
angkok on Sunday, we had a 'chillax' on the beach at Railay Bay where we treated ourselves to a full-body massage. I had been too scared to have one before then (I don't stand pain very well) but it was brilliant. Not sure how much J enjoyed his though. Instead of having a nubile, young filly as a masseuse, he got a ponytailed, middle-aged man whose groin (at one point) was pressed rather firmly into J's back!
angkok on Sunday, we had a 'chillax' on the beach at Railay Bay where we treated ourselves to a full-body massage. I had been too scared to have one before then (I don't stand pain very well) but it was brilliant. Not sure how much J enjoyed his though. Instead of having a nubile, young filly as a masseuse, he got a ponytailed, middle-aged man whose groin (at one point) was pressed rather firmly into J's back!At the end of the weekend, we both decided that we'd love to come back but definitely for longer next time. Sorry that some of the pictures in part 1 don't quite match the description. We had to go back to rather more traditional means of taking photos (a 35mm camera no less) and that particular roll of film is still waiting to be developed. Until next time, sawadee kha.
I suspect that the person massaging Jon - "the ponytailed, middle-aged man" - was in fact a lady boy so one of Jon's Thai dreams has clearly come true. The next dream on his list will involve just a little more than a massage. But hey, this is 2009 - we are all liberated people now aren't we?
ReplyDeleteIs this what Psychologists call self-projection?
ReplyDeleteSelf-projection? No - that's what Mr Ponytail had in mind!
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