Later in the day, Colleen managed to convince me that we had to go for a couples massage (I know what you are thinking guys, and yes I am so owned). With the memory of my recently painful Thai massage still fresh in my mind from a few days ago, I opted this time to try out every porn star's favorite massage, the full body oil massage. Unlike the outdoor massage bazaar where I received my last massage, this one was indoors and climate controlled. One thing I did not count on was that I probably should have worn boxers as I was just wearing my bathing suit with nothing underneath. Before we began, the
dominatrix masseuse kept insisting that I take off my shorts (she was
assuming I wore underwear like a normal person in public) and I kept trying to
explain to her that I didn't need her or her coworkers seeing my Don Johnson. Eventually through sign
language and some "Hooked On Phonics" I was able to communicate the
fact that I would be electing to get a rub down in my trunks. I must say I rather enjoyed the oil massage and
I was starting to turn the corner on this sub culture of massages.
With our freshly rubbed down and lubed up bodies, Colleen and I decided to make the rounds of what we called the "street bars" that evening. The basic premise of the street bars (no idea what they call them) is that they are little booths set up in random spots along the streets that sell cocktails for approximately $2 Canadian. We would drink at one booth and then move on to another. These are a great way to get your drink on for cheap, and also forced us out of our hotel room and interact with other human beings. After tiring of the I'm-not-sure-if-it's-legal street liquor, we attempted to check out a few of the local bars in the Lamai Beach area. It didn't long for us to conclude that they were mostly all girly bars full of old white men and young Thai
women girls that I'm sure were all
looking to find true soul mates.
|Double fisting. Like a boss.|
|Colleen sourcing out some street hooch.|
Since Colleen doesn't share my love for Asian women and is against inviting strangers back to the hotel, we decided that our safer bet to end off the night would be a double whammy of McDonald's and Subway followed by one last call at our local street booze peddler. Good night!~Brentski~
|Streets of Lamai.|
|Girly bars = pure class.|