Showing posts with label Bangkok. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bangkok. Show all posts

Bangkok Day 2: Skywalking.

On day 2, Michiekins & I dragged ourselves from the depths of our giant, fluffy, bed and rose to new heights.

After a fruitful day of work, we ascended to the 19th floor of our hotel for a swim with a view.

In hindsight, as our day progressed we kept moving upward, each time the view of the city skyline better than the last. But for our first skywalk of the day we could do worst than the infinity pool of Hotel Muse.




Something as simple as a small infinity pool on a balcony can dramatically change your outlook on urban living. Sometimes a pretend oasis of carefully-tended plants and chlorine overlooking the city is enough to keep one from tipping the scales of mental-wellbeing. I for one would be a lot happier if my roof in London had a hot tub; seeing the city from a distance by night helps me envision the 'bigger picture' as opposed to the daily claustrophobia of pounding the pavements with peeved pedestrians.







For once I am excited for Spring, instead of relentless rain and soaked suede shoes I'm turning my thoughts to flowers, pastel-coloured landscapes, and optimism.


Before we knew it the sun was setting...


...wonderful how everything looks so dramatically different by night. 


Little LED lights embedded in the poolside deck created the illusion of twinkling stars. Certainly added to our theme of skywalking...!

Having frolicked a reasonable amount, we turned our attention to the hotel restaurant on the same floor.


Su Tha Ros is decorated in the same dark, gothic theme found throughout Hotel Muse. Marble, panelled walls in shades of grey with mirrors everywhere, plush suede and leather upholstered seats in black with silver studs, dramatic shadows...this is my dream dining room. Really, Hotel Muse is my dream home.





Loving how this easy chandelier DIY looks ghostly...I'd love to do the same if a) I had a chandelier (which I don't), b) if I wasn't hugely scared of ghosts, and c) dim enough to scare myself into thinking it's a ghost (both of which I am).


I could not find a single can or bottle of Coke Light or Diet Coke anywhere in Bangkok. Thai Coke Zero would have to do.

Still in love with last night's pad thai I ordered a plate for dinner...


...some lobster in red curry sauce, the chef's specialty...




...and mango sticky rice for dessert.


The food was nice enough, but expensive because it was a hotel restaurant, and especially overpriced compared to the abundance of cheap food easily available everywhere in Bangkok. The food was good, but unless Su Tha Ros offers an exceptional dining experience for the prices they charge they will find it hard to compete.

Our bellies full, we made our way up to the Speakeasy on the 24th floor.



We had a few drinks on the outdoor balcony, which was pretty enough. 



But we hungered for even greater heights...




...so we took a tuk-tuk in search of a more vertiginous experience.


I kid, we took a taxi. Which are incredibly cheap in Bangkok...our ride from the hotel to our destination was less than 100baht...that's a mere £2! Ummm the taxis in London start at £2.20. London, please take note.


We finally arrived at our destination, the Thai mother of all city views.



Sirocco bar at Lebua State Tower, the skybar that featured prominently in The Hangover 2

This is what Bangkok looks like from the 65th floor.




After Michiekins & I got home from Bangkok we watched the movie and reminisced about our little city break. I chuckle everytime I think of Mr. Chow saying "Holla, city of squaaaalor!" 

My photos of Sirocco were terrible (I only managed a few shaky snapshots before being told off by a burly guard) so to aid your imagination, here are some photos from elsewhere...



So pretty...


The steps of the dome with a stunning vista of the city would be such a romantic place to be proposed to wouldn't it?


Sadly Michiekins didn't ask me to marry her there and then. But still my first time at Sirocco was memorable enough. 


xx

March 21, 2013

Bangkok Day 2: Skywalking.

On day 2, Michiekins & I dragged ourselves from the depths of our giant, fluffy, bed and rose to new heights. After a fruitful da...

Bangkok Day 1: Be Muse-d.

It seems like every Malaysian & Singaporean I know makes a trip to Bangkok between January to March. Like how every jaded Londoner hops on the Eurostar for a quick trip to Paris (Bond Street to Champs-Élysées all in one day, anyone?) Bangkok is the SEA (South East Asian) destination for a city break. Foreign enough to be of cultural interest & wonder, yet near enough to be cheap & cheerful.  And how cheap Bangkok is! The food, the taxis, the massages...a one-hour, professional full body massage for 200 baht?! That's £4...what can you buy for that money in London? Maybe a third of a bottle of nail polish...Fudge, I need to move to Bangkok.

Last week Michiekins & I did the done thing and nipped over to Bangkok, just for a few days, for a little change of scenery. A friend introduced us to a luxury boutique hotel in Lang Suan called Hotel Muse. We clicked on the website...and we were sold. The moody and dramatically lit interiors, the neoclassical shapes and design, the dark colours...Muse Hotel is the thing my gothic-lite dreams are made of!



Playing hide & seek in the shadowy hallways of Hotel Muse...



...I see you.





We checked our cozy room out and put the bed to the golek test.





Yes, plenty of pergolekan yang tidak terhingga potential.





The hotel tour video on the Hotel Muse website was set to the soothing strains of Catriona Irving's Sitting On The Shelf Without Shelly, the first track of Hotel Muse music collection curated by Julien Barthe aka Plaisir de France. Naturally that was the soundtrack of our entire stay.


I have Sitting On The Shelf Without Shelly (Plaisir de France remix) Catriona Irving stuck in my head ever since...


Having sufficiently rolled from one end of the bed to the other, we hopped into a cab and nipped out for a bit.


'No sex please, we are Thai'.

After about four (or five?) hours of shopping of which we were too busy and too exhausted to take any photos of, we went for a vigorous 2 hour full-body massage. Where again, we were too exhausted being kneaded, beaten, and contorted to every exquisite avenue of pain (the good type) to do anything else but grimace and then immediately sigh of relief. Nothing like having a cheerful, matronly Thai woman beat the devil out of you. Afterward, every fibre of my being felt tender yet pliable, tired yet rejuvenated, and revived although thoroughly ready for bed.

But not before dinner. We popped into a little restaurant across the alley from our massage parlour, and had seafood, seated outside looking out into the little street, watching tuk-tuks and farangs go by. 










People watching while ripping into freshly grilled crab, the lightest, sweetest pad thai ever, sipping from an ice-cold coconut...slowly falling asleep with warm food in my belly after an incredibly thorough massage...it was all so relaxing that the moment we got back to the hotel my head hit the pillow and I passed out.

Evidently.


Recharging my batteries for the next two days in Bangkok to come.

xx
March 20, 2013

Bangkok Day 1: Be Muse-d.

It seems like every Malaysian & Singaporean I know makes a trip to Bangkok between January to March. Like how every jaded Londoner hop...