If the massage doesn't kill you

There are many things that are spirit houses or places of remembering.  I don't know what spirit is near the water and apple..but it was just on the walk that I was on.

My class is going well, except I end the class sopping wet. Tomorrow I will bring a cloth or sweatband. I bought his little manual and now it is sitting on my desk and I am too tired to look at it.. Also I sure will not shower before the class

Long day... I drove way out to San Kempaeng and then watched a older man with an older woman riding on the back of his scooter...he lost control and started excellerating in a zig zag manner... which eventually zigged in my direction. I was next to a phone booth with garbage behind it and that looked for a moment my only way out...but they fell in the middle of the road. All in a day I did not take a picture of the accident..but the phone and the mail box. My faithful “steed” is the bike in the middle. Also, loved the three wheeler...like this better than the two wheels in the front..so when I come in 20 yrs..it can be a tricycle….

Now there is Thai Massage and then Thai Massage. I went to a place Bonnie said was true by the book thai... I ordered up 1.5 hrs. There was the usual discomfort in my legs, but my knee got torqued and I had to cry uncle...or whatever that sounded like dire distress. She discovered the knot in my shoulder and she was not going to back down until I was out of knots. She used every pointed part of her body as well as staning on me and using her knee. She even used some Thia Boxing ointment...I was able to walk out and even got home.

While I was waiting for the massage, I wondered about the street and found the small Thai boxing arena. There is nothing like a bar when it is empty...and this had a row of bars all with bar signs that lined the walk to the arena.

In the ring was this skinny french boy trying to learn how to do this...he was very sweety... I decided not to go to a fight...but the process is interesting.   I am off to class