Bangkok’s Hidden Nirvana

A veil of mist hovered below the ceiling like a low-lying cloud. The sharp scent of eucalyptus and other pungent medicinal herbs permeated the air and nearly knocked me over. Rows and rows of abutting massage tables looked like one continuous platform. Limp bodies in deep states of relaxation lay there like corpses and zombies - some moaning, some sighing in ecstasy as massage therapists pulled, twisted and stretched their bodies and limbs. Other customers sat trance-like enjoying their foot massages.