Though we vow to take it easy in Bangkok and spend the days recovering from the travel that proves impossible to do when you look at a map and see just what's out there. Redding wants to find a basketball court in Lumpini Park (he's become an NBA nut). Sam wants his fill of temples. Bo and Mason want to hang by the pool and "chillax" but there's no time for that. So they'll take ice cream instead. I want to go to Chatuchak Market and find these stainless steel drinking cups that another street vendor served his ice water in. But we all decide to have a massage to get us in the mix.
First stop: some nutty massage parlor on the street that is advertising just feet, or head and shoulders, or Thai massage with out oil. We opt for that. We've been walking for a while and this seems like the perfect time to take a break. I'm probably the only person in this family who's ever had a masasge. Well, I'm certain the kids haven't. We are each taken to a mat on the floor and told to put on maroon cotton shorts. We are lined up, each with a masseuse squatting over us. The treatment begins. It's kind of weird, frankly, and a bit more exercise than I would have liked. I am the only one with a male. The others all get ladies whom I'm guessing aren't as strong. Mine twists, turns and otherwise manipulates my arms and legs, putting them into positions that make me wince. In the end I'm not sure if I feel better or worse, but it was an hour and a half off my feet and in an air-conditioned room. Bo said he wanted to laugh the whole time but the others loved it and Redding declared his aching soles healed. Everyone wants another.