**WARNING: This post contains descriptions that some may find too descriptive.. I tried to keep it PG-13. If you're the sensitive type, please skip over number 8. For the non-sensitive type, you're about to laugh your head off. ** Don't say I didn't warn you.. Day 3 went a little like this:
1. Upon boarding the bus to Chiang Mai, I wondered, "why do they give you these donut neck pillows when we already have a head rest?" Turns out, it must be for your behind because that bus ride was b-b-b-b-umpy.. no way I'm sleeping when I'm teeth are rattling.
2. Finally I get off the bus at a beautiful 6:30AM all bleary eyed, just to have 4 taxi drivers asking shouting "TAXI!" Excuse me sir, I barely know where I am, much less where I'm going...
3. I did the next best thing, found 1 of the 5 McDonald's in Thailand and had the biggest, greasiest American breakfast possible, sausage biscuit and hashbrown included. And it solidified one thing... America needs to get their shit together. Like damn, that breakfast was chronic! And my cappuccino even had the letter "M" stenciled into it.
4. With caffeine, sugar, and carbs in my system, I was finally able to pull it together and figure out what I was doing. I found the cutest little hostel ever! Only problem-- I had to take a taxi. Motorbike taxi is always the best, cheapest, and fastest way to travel. However imagine sitting side-saddle, carrying a 40lb pack on your back wedging between two cars. Needless to say, I arrived to the hostel, white knuckled and tense.
5. I get to the hostel and I'm in luck! One bed left! At 250 baht a night, in the city, this is a steal! And it's an all girl hostel with numbered towels, cubbies, lockers, everything. I'm overjoyed! Immediately, I jump in the shower and get reborn again. I can conquer the world!! (Ha, yea right...)
6. Time to explore. I find some museums about the culture and people in the region. 4 hours and some Northern Thai cuisine later, I'm feeling marginally smarter. Except I can't recall a single fact at the moment.... here's some pics to compensate.
7. As I'm walking through the Old City, I'm passing at least 20 massage parlors and spas. My subconscious starts screaming at me, "Treat yo' self. You know you want to." (Turning down my subconscious is equivalent to taking a toy away from a baby) ...except when I get something in my head I'm like: GO BIG OR GO TF HOME! So of course I can't get the simple Thai massage, I need "the ULTIMATE spa package". Oh boy, what an experience...
8. First things first: the parlor I went to is an ex-inmate program supporting women that can no longer find a job with a criminal record. In prison, they get certified as massage therapists so they can get work upon completing their time and support their families. GO WOMEN'S RIGHTS! (*NOTE: Most of these women are imprisoned for crimes they are forced into by their abusive husbands*) So anyway, I'm all, "give me the whole shebang and they are like "okay, you wait 10 minutes." I'm waiting, all geared up and ready for this. They call me over and wash my feet. So far, AMAZING! Incredible service also! Then we get to the room and they hand me this pair of disposable underwear that should just be called a diaper...because that's what it is, minus all the absorbency junk. She tells me, "wear only this"... I'm apprehensive but still feeling the massage. There is a sheet lying on the bed that I can cover myself with. I've had massages before, it's all good. Then the therapist starts scrubbing me down with a jasmine rice scrub which hurt a little, but hey, EXFOLIATION! She completes my backside, *cheeks* and all, then proceeds to flip me over to scrub my front...the whole front. Ladies, you can imagine. I'm the awkward human being that just laughs because I don't even know how to respond. My mind is in shock... Well she finishes and tells me to go shower. I'm like okay, hard part over. Oh, but no.... it gets better. I come back into the room to find the bed wrapped in plastic. I'm like "what the actual f*** is about to happen to me?!" She orders me to sit Indian style. I'm in my birthday suit people, save for the diaper I'm wearing! She slathers me in lotion, orders me to lay down, then wraps me up in this plastic that's covering the table. She says "Be right back." I'm thinking okay, I just have to endure this for 10 minutes. My immediate next thought is, "I feel like the chicken my Aunt used to make where you marinate it, then cook it all in the bag. OMG I'm Shake and Bake! Shake and Bake Ricky Bobby, Shake and Bake." Well the 10 minutes turned into 30 and the whole time I'm thinking about how similar to a chicken I am, breast side up, marinating in this plastic bag. Finally she comes back into the room and slowly unwraps me, like foil you would unwrap from a roasted chicken. Unwrapped, my mind finds another analogy: "I'm a beautiful butterfly, springing out of my chrysalis, spreading my wings in all my marinated goodness." I go shower, and get yet a 3rd diaper to change into and finally the massage turns into what I expected and the rest passed uneventfully. Upon leaving, I must admit, I felt pretty damn moisturized and glowy.
9. So after that odd, but yet satisfying experience, my mind is still, "Treat yo' self. You're on holiday!" And I'm all like, "Damn, you're right!" I decide to eat dinner at this super nice Italian restaurant. The chef was Italian (Shocker, because I'm in Thailand) and I swear that was some of the best food I've ever had in my life. Partly because I've eaten nothing but Thai food for four months... 3 courses and 3 glasses of wine later, I'm feeling exquisite. I decide to take a walk...
10. I really want to see some damn Christmas lights. I don't even like Christmas that much, but when the country you live in doesn't celebrate it, it makes you realize how much you actually miss it. (Okay I miss the food, booze, and presents...and the PARTIES, of course) Well I'm walking and there are no lights to be found. I'm contemplating my feelings on this when I pass this crazy bar and immediately I hear the lyrics, "My neck, my back, lick my...." yea y'all know the rest... This is my scene! The bar is literally calling to me! So guess what I did? No! You're wrong! I turned my ass around (quickly...before I changed my mind), walked back home and am now in bed writing this post. Ha! Y'all thought I couldn't resist?! Assholes...