Yesterday with the lack of sleep was a bit of a blur and there are something’s I didn’t mention – like my guide rubbing my tummy for luck. Not an unusual thing in Asia or the Ladyboy jokes about been careful in the night market because you could get the wrong person.
Tesco’ s and 7-Eleven are the 2 common grocery chains here which is interesting to me to see a British brand and American brand.
Today was using “Grab” – Thailand’s Uber service to go and have breakfast, followed by a trip to a Cat Cafe and then a huge mall.
The Cat cafe was called the Caturday cafe and it’s ironic that this is the day I visited it 🙂 The cat cafe was very different in that they were all premium breeds, and an entire cafeteria menu. While American cat cafe’s seem to be focused on rescues. Renee had warned me how different they are and she was right! It had some of the cat features from the San Diego cat cafe but an entire theme etc. This was far more of a profit making cafe. I mean it was a big deal.
This little chap was in a box on the table, at first I wasn’t sure it was a cat as it was a still ball of fluff.
The inside of the Cafe and the menu is shown below plus some of the friends who joined me. I might have purchased some treats as bribes….
A little friend who joined me 
I believe this is the special cat which started the cafe 
At the end of the day none of them were my cats but can you go wrong petting any cats?
The mall is in the Siam Central in the middle of Bangkok which is 3 different 6 floor shopping towers all interconnected. For an American mall it was busy, for an Asian mall – I could still move.
It is like a mini episode of crazy rich Asians. I remember this from Hongkong with the concept of face. People don’t understand the consumerism sometimes of Asian cultures and how appearances are very important. There were car dealership rooms on the 3rd floor of one of the towers. Rolls Royce, Porsche, Maserati, McClaren etc…
Rolls Royce 
McClaren
Aroma’s the best memory and can transport us over time in seconds to different places, apart from the (sh . ) smell apparent in some places in Asia, after rain Hong Kong used occasionally to smell sweet almost like jasmine, presumably where the title ” Fragrant Habour” . came from. Whilst I have not tasted durian I recognise the smell from a thousand paces similarly the smell of dried fish and boiled rice. Paraffin lamps hissing in Temple Street in the early days and warm nights.