I met Chris, Dan and Adam in the hotel restaurant for another impressive breakfast buffet. Dan and Adam decided to spend their morning shopping for electronics while Chris and I opted to pay a visit to nearby Urban Retreat for a traditional Thai massage.
We ordered 2-hour Oriental Package for only 1,100 baht, which included 40 minutes of foot massage, 10 minutes of head and shoulders massages, and 70 minutes of Thai massage with herbal balls. They seated us, served us water, exchanged our shoes for comfortable sandals, and took us upstairs to wash our feet. Then we were taken in a dimly-lit room with mattresses on the floor and given scrub-like pajamas to change into. Our masseuses were scary-strong and more than a few times I caught myself wondering if I should speak up; they were really beating up on us! The tea afterwards made up for it, before we hobbled back to the hotel to shower and meet up with the others.
Feeling refreshed, the four of us wandered next door to the Terminal 21 mall to have lunch in the food court. Normally a mall food court would be the last place I’d want to refuel while on vacation, but there were close to fifty independent food stalls to choose from, each with their own Thai dish options that they would prepare fresh for you. I tried the yellow curry with beef and pad Thai. It’s safe to say that mall Thai food in Thailand is far better than most of the upscale Thai restaurants that I’ve visited in the US. Dan made me try durian and sticky rice for dessert, which had a very… unique… texture and taste. Not terrible, but nothing I would seek out on my own.
Jetlag was starting to set in, so we took a nap break before we took the BTS elevated train visit the BACC arts center. The Thai-related exhibits were fairly unremarkable. We cruised through, retrieved money at the ATM, and walked across the street to MBK, a huge, Blade Runner-esque mall to peruse the merchant stalls and shops.
Our interests quickly turned towards refreshments, so we reboarded the BTS and made our way through some residential neighborhoods. Eventually, we came across Mikkeller, a trendy (but nearly empty) bar. We enjoyed several rounds of interesting imports and conversed with the American bartender. It turns out they were in talks with the proprietors of Modern Times, a San Diego-based brewery, to get their beer on draught. Thirst quenched and sleepy, we returned to the hotel to retire for the evening.