This morning was mostly “admin” time. we got Justin’s ESIM connected after about three hours texting with Airalo. We finally made progress when they replaced the eSIM and we started over. We dropped off laundry; it will be ready tomorrow early evening.
It was overcast and too windy for pool time so we got a tuk-tuk to go to the beach. We weren’t up for the 18 minute walk. We decided we’d rather walk on the beach rather than TO the beach.
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We walked through the market on the way back and soon we were pulled into the temptation of massage. I guess I always felt like massage on the beach were rather sleazy. Maybe that from my experiences in Bali where you are pressured by girls following you everywhere “massage, plait your hair, massage”. This wasn’t sleazy however, it was public. Justin and I sat side-by-side but in the middle of at least 100 others…mostly locals. This is just a way of life. 100THB ($3.17) for 45 minute foot and leg massage. I am thinking we will go back tomorrow.
We meandered down Beach Road checking out restaurants and hotels and then a local temple area. Are there really Christmas decorations too?
Final stop for the day was for dinner when we went back to Fujisan for Japanese food. Both Justin and I have had enough Thai food and we will be in Thailand for a bit longer. Plus, this Japanese is really good! Justin is still looking for miso ramen and even though he hasn’t found that, we are enjoying thr grilled eggplant and today we tried a “salmon lava” dish that was basically a deconstructed sushi. Delish! And, I found a recipe on Love and Lemons, one of my go-to websites, for this eggplant — nasu dengaku. I’ll be eager to try this is home.
When it was time to go, Justin asked the owner to call a tuk-tuk or taxi for us. Instead, one of the chefs volunteered her husband. He came to pick us up after we’d walked through the back to meet him behind the restaurant. He was reluctant to take our money. Add this to our motorcycle ride home last night where no money was expected. And, yesterday just walking, we approached a tailor and asked if he could repair the strap on Justin’s murse. Of course, the seam was only about 4” long, but he did it right away and then said we owed him nothing. It is very endearing and it seems like a throwback to a kinder and gentler time.
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