Trip to Thailand, January 2013
We drove to the restaurant Pat had wanted to take us to—a very classy, elegant, upscale traditional Thai restaurant, with nice presentations of classic dishes on white tablecloths. Samantha remained asleep on me throughout the whole meal, and Marcus laid down on a chair at the table with his head on my lap and fell asleep before the food even arrived. The restaurant was something like the dining room at the Ritz Carlton, and everything was excellent. Both kids slept through the whole meal. We ate a whole fish, scallops, shrimp, fish cakes, a tom yom, and a nice vegetable dish. Marcus woke up as we were picking him up to leave, and he ate some fish cake and crab triangle in the car as we drove away.
Dinner: whole fish, shrimp, scallops.
Two sleeping kids at dinner.
George and Pat then took us to Siam Square, an area that George kept describing as Newbury Street—posh, full of students—but Robert and I didn’t completely see it, since this area was gated, and you had to pay to enter in a car, after which you could park for free anywhere you wanted on the streets. The concept of a gated shopping district did not compute for us. At any rate, it was indeed a youthful and vibrant area, not insanely crowded, and definitely upscale.
A fat squirrel seemed to be its logo: we took pictures with a few different statues of her, but there were a dozen or so more scattered along the blocks. We walked to our main destination here, a mango and sticky rice place that was supposed to be the best of Bangkok. Robert and I shared the combination plate—mango and sticky rice with coconut milk, mango sago pudding, and mango ice cream, and everything luscious. I was pretty wiped out by this point, though, and possibly not enjoying things quite to their fullest. On the walk back to the car, Robert bought Marcus a vanilla cone that dripped and dripped, not terribly surprisingly, in the heat, but Marcus was happy.
George and Pat dropped us off at our hotel and we went straight to bed, everyone but Robert crashing nearly as soon as we opened the door of our hotel room.
Not a zebra store, but a street-side shrine where hundreds of people donated various animals--mostly zebras; some sad-looking squirrel mascots.
More squirrels.
The motto of the place where we had dessert.
Sunday 12/30, Day 5
Robert and Samantha and I woke up at 5:30, which seemed fine and respectable to me as far as starting to get on a normal schedule. She was perky, so he took her up to the executive lounge on the 20th floor until Marcus got up closer to 7:00. When Marcus was up, we all went down to breakfast again for more noodles and fried rice and sausages and good juices, baby bananas, congee, and for Marcus’s friend, the hostess, who wanted him to pose for pictures with her. We told her sadly that we were checking out that day, and when we mentioned we were going on to Lanta she got over her sadness by excitedly discussing how many monkeys she thought we would see down there (eventually, as it turned out, we didn’t see any—so much for that!).
After breakfast I took the kids out to look at the koi in the pond again, and these fat friendly fish kept swimming around us happily. Marcus loved bending down and trying to pet one. Samantha just loved pointing at them, jabbing her tiny finger in the air and yelling “Dis! Dis!” at one and then at another.
Breakfast and Thai TV on our last morning in Bangkok.
A last visit to the hotel fish.
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