‘First things first I’m the realest’, or realist… and with the accountant husband harping on about the forever restrictive budget and the mother having grand visions of luxury, I knew finding accommodation to appease both parties would be incredibly difficult. Yes, you heard that right. Mummy was coming to town – to Bangkok, no less, and I was buzzing with excitement. After weeks of trying to convince her to come and see us, she had finally given in and bought tickets to Thailand. I think she was desperately in need of some cuddles from the grandsons, but I like to delude myself that it was me and the not the boys that drew her so far away from home.
Bangkok has no shortage of luxurious hotels and being in high supply the prices were not too out of reach for your average holiday maker to enjoy some luxury. But as I have probably, overstated on this blog before… we are budget travellers. We are not holidaying for a week or two before going back to make that money. We have no jobs and no income and what savings we have need to be stretched out to accommodate our ambitious travel plans.
But, I wanted to make this trip memorable for my lovely mother. She was coming to visit and required, shall we say, a certain level of comfort unnecessary for our peasant backpacker selves. And I wanted her to enjoy it and not be worried about bugs eating through the wood in the room or giant cockroaches scuttling under the beds. Also, just quietly, I was in desperate need of some soft, silky sheets after the scratchiness of our perfectly adequate but cheap accommodations in Cambodia and Southern Thailand. Motivation was high and after hours of research, negotiations and pro-con lists, I had done it. I had secured us all a budget friendly four star hotel stay at The Rembrandt Hotel. Seven nights for $399 AUD which included buffet breakfast and a foot massage per adult. Scoopon had come through for us again, luxury beyond our backpacker budget had been booked and we were all excited. Yes, we were so Fancy, even if we couldn’t taste that Gold.
And the Hotel lived up to our expectations, oh my! Going to sleep each night, I felt as if I was slipping into a childhood fantasy featuring a bed made out of clouds and marshmallows. It was smooth and squishy, yet firm and cocooned me until I fell into a peaceful slumber. The buffet breakfasts made us all, except my beautifully slender mother, fat. They were too good and every morning I resolved to not have so many plates and yet every morning I would fill about three plates up with fruit, grilled tomatoes, potatoes, mushrooms, salad and more, sometimes a pastry or two even made its way onto my plate somehow. I blame my backpacker mentality of never turning down free food for this weight gain.
Days with Mum were spent at the pool sipping on bubbles, soaking up the sun, reading and gossiping whilst the boys made friends with children from England, Ireland and Scotland to almost round out the United Kingdom (who knew Thailand was such a hot destination for UK travellers?). It was relaxing, it was fun and of course we managed to fit in some sightseeing and shopping, as no visit of my Mother’s would be complete without some form of shopping.
I loved having my mother there, even if I didn’t really love Bangkok, it holds a special memory in my heart because she was there with me. The boys had a blast with their Grandma and got a little bit spoiled with some new Lego sets and Pokemon cards courtesy of the loving grandmother. Oh, and I will always remember the way that linen felt. I already wasn’t looking forward to India but now with having to say goodbye to Mum and with this level of luxury in mind, it would make the transition even more… how shall I say it… interesting. India is famous for its gold but I am scared that even that may taste sour after such decadent ‘Fancy-ness’.
xx Travelling Fresh