So just rousted myself after an atrocious nights sleep. It had real promise as I shut my eyes at 9:45pm, I was exhausted after all, pushing that bike through the foothills of Laos for 4 km. but I woke up at 2:30 after having a wild dream that the bike guy had a friend at the airport and despite the fact that I have my passport and departure card in hand, they still hold me there. Yikes….and you know how real things are when you wake up in the middle of the night from a dream, and then how your mind continues to chew away and come up with other awful ideas. <\/p>\n
Regargdless, the sun is shining big and bright this morning and as I open the shutters on our patio, I see the bikes are gone. So this means one of three things, first, they were stolen. Which is bad, but I hope not bad for me since I turned them over to the hotel and I don’t see how they could hold me responsible for theft. (But once again-we don’t get to make the rules here). Secondly, they were able to start and drive them BOTH away! Yay! (Best case scenario) Or they couldn’t get it to start and they trailered it, and perhaps have made a decision that they should call their friend at the airport and have me detained. This would be really bad…..<\/p>\n
Regardless, no matter what happens, it is out of my hands. We (mostly me bcz Troy is pretty chill) have 2.5 more hours of this torture before we check out \u00f0\u0178\u02dc\u00b3<\/p>\n
I suppose I should finish the blog entry from yesterday! I’m sure everyone wonders what there was a first time for? It was Tuesday night’s massage. We tried a new place that Rob from Utopia recommended. It was 60,000 kip for a Lao massage which is $1.25 more than we were paying \u00f0\u0178\u02dc\u2030 hope it is worth it. I chickened out and just went for my usually very safe foot massage. Not sure what the right decision was, but the foot massage ended up being the worst torture session I have ever endured. And I do t use the term torture lightly….. I’ve had very deep massage before, I prefer it to the relaxing mamby pamby skin tickle you get at some places. (Had ONE of these in CM this year-didn’t go back to that place) but omg, this was brutal, I had such high hopes as I got to have the massage laying down on a mat instead of sitting up in a chair. This almost always yields a better footie than when up in a chair, they can get all around vs just coming at your feet and legs from the end of your feet. Anyways, you’ve heard me say that I get a little sad when they move to the second foot bcz then I know it’s half over! This time I was praying for her to switch to I could know it was at least half over. She found every tendon, bone and imaginary knot (spoiler alert I don’t have any) in my feet, calves and thighs. She ground the snot out of the top of my feet. Tell me…how many muscles are in the top of ones feet? None, that is exactly how many. I told her twice to be softer, lighter, I gestured, I flinched, I pulled my foot away, I sweated (literally broke out in a ful body sweat in an aircon room with fans also). It was crazy. I almost stopped it, but didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She was just incredibly strong. She did this all with her hands. She didn’t even back off from fatigue or anything at ANY point. I fact, she gained steam I think. I can guarantee you if I didn’t have the tan I do on my legs they would be black and blue. You can see bruising even through the tan, and it hurts to put on lotion 2 days later. I hate to be a baby, but defintely the first time for me ever wanted\/begging\/praying for a footie to be over. <\/p>\n
Troy on the other hand said it was one of the best massages he has ever had….GO FIGURE. Either way we didn’t go back yesterday bcz I blew our massage money on a first class tuk tuk ride for my Scoopy scooter. \u00f0\u0178\u02dc\u00b3<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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