Ah my last full day in Los has arrived for this trip, always a day of mixed emotions for me, a time for tying up loose ends and last minute shopping. This one will be no different, except for a particularly sad ending which is to play on my mind all of the next day and on the journey home.
Foggy calls me on the apartment's in house phone and asks do I fancy eating as he is quite peckish. It's almost 1 pm, so I know I need to get something inside me soon. Shower etc, and within 25 minutes we are sitting outside Chow Soi. The sky is pretty dark, and no sooner have we ordered than the heavens open. We take our time with the food, waiting for the mini monsoon to burn itself out. Conveniently it finishes just as our food does.
We head off down Buakhao, pass Pook Swan, Foggy fancies a stroll over towards Soi 6. Walking down Soi 6 we stop off for an afternoon's refreshments in Lucky Love. One of the staff has legs that go on forever, and Foggy is sold straight away. I hold the fort outside and watch the passing traffic while F. does some thigh worshiping upstairs. The girls opposite in the massage keep smiling over, they remember me from 2 weeks ago it appears. I chat to a girl call Jane or something sounding familiar until a spent Foggy reappears. The girls mention a White Party later, and we promise to return then. From there we wander along Beach road to have a coffee in a little outdoor place F. drinks in when he is in town.