Afternoon Tea @ Ka En Grill & Sushi Bar

I'm missing this.

I'm missing this a lot. 

No doubt, it's been a couple of months since i had this gorgeous afternoon tea at Ka-En Grill & Sushi Bar, but I remember the ambience, I remember the food, and I remember the tea. 

A friend had introduced me this place, saying that besides a lovely lunch menu, they also had an interesting tea time menu and what with it being Lunar New Year season, why not try?

So off it was to Capitol Building at the junction of North Bridge Road and Stamford Road where, upon arrival, we were seated in a sort of booth right under the aircon. 

If you thought I minded, nope, not one bit at all.

I love my cools, I love my chills and I don't mind it one bit at all when I've to sit under a blast. 

Especially since there was a wonderful pot of tea, and it made the cup in my hand feel so much warmer, cozier, even comforting. 

Far from the regular favorites of English Breakfast, Earl Grey and Peppermint, here they had Melon Manpuku, Momotaro, Ume Ume and KYO Breakfast. 

Green tea blended with melon sounded interesting. 

So was green tea blended with white peach, and green tea blended with plum and cherry blossoms.

Melon Manpuku was my choice this afternoon.

And can I say that I've never been so impressed with what I think is the taste of cantaloupe/rock melon in a cup of clear, refreshing tea?

If I was amazed by the flavor of melon, I was just as amazed by the Momotaro that my friend chose. 

Peach is, may I say, a distinctly difficult flavor to capture and the tea had its essence hinted onto the base of light green. 

The food arrived all at once not long after the tea was served, so on the table in front of us were the Cage of Desserts, there was the Assorted Sashimi, the Kaki Fry, the Aburi Mentaiko Tamago Yaki with Ikura and the Truffle Edamame. 

It was quite fun, I assure you, trying to figure out which dish was which. 

Most of it was easy.

I mean, an edamame is an edamame is an edamame. 

You can't go far from how a bean looks like. 

But the taste of truffle mixed with the bean is something else altogether. At first you think it's just savory. After a while however you realize that the smoke of the truffle makes the slightly salty taste of the edamame stand out and all at once you're enveloped by a solid globe of flavors you can't describe. 

I was particularly intrigued by the Miyazaki Wagyu Sando with Crispy Seaweed.

That is, when you consider that boring ol' me had thought it would be a sando of bread, some sort of bun or at least some sort of flour.

But that's not how they do things here and what they called the sando was actually a mound of rice sandwiched between the slice of wagyu and the (tempura-like) seaweed. 

I'm not sure whether you were supposed to eat it all together but I ate it separately, beginning first with the wagyu then the rice (no, it wasn't plain) then finally the seaweed- with my hands. 

It wasn't just the sando that intrigued me. 

There was also the Aburi Mentaiko Tamago Yaki with Ikura.

Don't be mistaken by the seemingly complicated long name. 

This dish turned out looking surprisingly simple. 

Now, I'm no gourmet person, I'm not able to go into the intricacies of how this dish was prepared, but let's just say that it looked like a oblong-shaped piece of omelet (Tamago) made yaki-style (cooked over direct heat) and aburi-style (flame-seared) with a dribble of Mentaiko sauce and several cute little balls of ikura on top.

There was a bit of a burnt, smoky taste to it; inside was soft and faintly sweet, and so each bite got you the blend of sweet with the salty and the savory from the Mentaiko. 

Plus there was that tiny little burst from the vermillion fish roe. 

What I liked about the savory part of this set was that we got to try all the varied styles of Japanese cooking. 

On one hand you had the aburi style, the yaki style, the fry-style and the grill-style, but you also had it sashimi-style which, with the (Assorted) Sashimi- I think there was tuna and salmon- made it feel somewhat luxurious.  

The Kaki Fry too did not disappoint. 

I wish I could remember what it was that was inside though.

It might have been an oyster.

It might have been a potato croquette. 

It might have been something else altogether. 

Very terrible, but I can't seem to remember. 

I'm thankful for it though. 

Likewise in the same way I'm thankful for the variety of desserts, which, by the way, throughout this entire time had been sitting quietly in their cage waiting to be released. 

I loved everything that was in there. 

In particular, the Dango, which, although might be familiar to some, ordinary to others, was a dessert that I had, for the longest time, wanted to try. 

To some of us it might not look much- I mean, it is a little like three balls of tang yuan- and it is- literally- being (also) made out of glutinous rice but the syrup- whatever it was- I think it was brown sugar- made it all the more special. 

Same thing too for the Daifuku. 

I don't have a special picture of it, but it was a Mitarashi Daifuku (in pink!) and if I'm not wrong, it was filled with plenty, plenty of cream. 

We also had two different types of mochi.

There was a Chestnut Sasa Mochi, and a Matcha Mochi. 

Interestingly, which color of Mochi belonged to which flavor, I now can't recall. 

Maybe the white one contained Chestnut, and the yellow one (with the self-planted sprig of rosemary on top) Matcha. 

Or it might have been the other way around. 

Doesn't matter. 

What's important is that I had a most lovely time eating it all.

Is there a correct way to have Mochi and Daifuku, by the way? 

Like, are you supposed to eat it all in one bite?

Are you supposed to bite half of it and finish it before taking the other half?

Me, I just ate it the way I wanted to. 

Small bites; so that I could savor the glutinous rice with the sweet filling a bit more. 

I can safely say that I've missed sugar. 

I can also safely say that I like my palate of sweetness to last a little longer. 

It is, after all, not every day that I get to have a lovely serving of brown sugar syrup that I can choose to finish (or otherwise), a mouthful of sweet fresh cream, a big slice of Yuzu Blueberry Cake (with the thickest layer of blueberry jam-jelly filling I'd ever seen) and a Kinako Roll which reminded me a little of a thick sponge cake folded into a neat, precise cute little roll. 

Daffy's Errands

It'd been a bit of a while since I last brought Daffy out on an errand. 

But this evening I was feeling bum, there was something needed be done, and although I could have walked for ten minutes thereabouts, it seemed happier a task if I rode Daffy there.

So into a little shiny square shaped bag went a couple of things and I slung it onto her handlebar. 

Pedaling there- with a slight wind blowing into my face- got me to the place in no time, and almost right away that errand was done. 

I didn't feel like going back straight, however, especially since I was feeling a little peckish and a little hungry, so from the shops I got a small packet of pistachios, and settled down at the void deck seats munching away. 

I thought I might go back right after, but at the same time it felt like a bit of waste going back so soon, so up onto Daffy I hopped, and rode her all the way down along the canal towards Kembangan MRT before making a left.

Here I could decide- should I turn back along Jalan Kembangan and go back, or should I continue my way forward towards Frankel Avenue and Siglap Road?

I decided to go Frankel. 

Not because there were shops along that stretch I wanted to go, but because I'd never seen Frankel Avenue at night before and was curious to know just how the broad-road residential estate looked like in the night. 

There were few cars, thank God, and soon enough I found myself at the junction of Frankel and Siglap. 

Here I decided to make a right- it was time to go home- and so went down East Coast Road, passing by Christ Methodist Church, and St. Patrick's School all the way until I got to the junction heading into Telok Kurau and made another right.

Telok Kurau- the main road- is one of the more interesting ones where one end starts at East Coast Road, and the other at Changi Road. There're a couple of shops- indie ones, mom and pop ones- along the stretch, including a drinking pub, and a corner coffee shop which has since been renovated. Then there's Parkway East Hospital on the same stretch, and then finally you come out to what I call the Kim San Leng coffee shop. 

Here it was a short ride along Lorong Sarina before heading towards the enclave home. 

I guess this short ride stimulated me quite a bit, because couple of days later I decided heading out on a longer one. 

It was one of those days where I didn't feel like simply staying at home, so decided it better to get out and stretch. 

There were a couple of places I thought I wanted to go.

So I considered cycling up Lengkong Empat towards Jalan Senang and Chai Chee. 

Then I considered cycling down the PCN towards East Coast Park which seemed like a great idea except that I had no destination in mind and Changi Airport was not a place that evening I wanted to go. 

So I decided to head towards the expressway. 

From where we were, Daffy and I turned out onto Jalan Eunos.

Then onwards under the expressway we went, going along Eunos Link until we got to the junction near Kaki Bukit Avenue 1 and Ubi Avenue 2.

I considered turning into Kaki Bukit- I really did- but then again it was dark, I wasn't sure where the end of the route would bring me (Bedok North Road) and I thought it wiser to cycle to places where at least I knew where I was. 

Night time is not the time to be exploring places on your own especially if it is your very first time. 

Ubi seemed more lively- I thought- so a left I made and into Ubi Avenue 2. 

To my surprise however, most of the workshops and SME-style factories had their lights out and were shuttered for the day. Even the smattering of coffee shops on the first floor of these JTC-style flatted factories were closed.

No matter, I simply went ahead all the way until I got to Paya Lebar Road. 

From there I went straight ahead again, this time heading onto Circuit Link, then crossing three lanes (rather dangerously) into Circuit Road. 

Here I made a sort of loop, rolling first into Pipit Road, then Circuit Road then Merpati Road. 

Let's just say I passed by a good number of housing board flats, then the well known Circuit Road Hawker Center, then Merpati Road (where the 60s flats I visited only a couple of months ago are no longer around). 

I could have tried to continue along Merpati Road, but it's now one-way, and so I made a left onto Mattar Road and did this bend until I got to the junction of Aljunied Road. 

From here I went ahead towards Geylang, passing by St. Margaret's Primary School on one side, Nexus International School on the other, then past Aljunied MRT. 

Here I turned onto Sims Avenue and rode all the way down going first past rows of shop houses, then private condominiums, then PLQ Shopping Mall, housing board flats, the big field outside Eunos MRT, and finally Sims Avenue East where I stopped for a while at one of the benches and breathed. 

The Bangkok Airport(s)

I thought I might write a little about the airports of Bangkok. 

Not in a promotional sort of way, of course (I wouldn't be able to do that) but in a sort of wide-eyed touristy kind of way. 

See, it isn't every time that I get to experience two different airports of a city in one go. 

But this time, having arrived via Thai Lion Air, I landed at Don Mueang International Airport, whilst, because I departed via Thai Airways, I ended up leaving from the newer (and brighter) Suvarnabhumi International Airport. 

It was charming to see both airports with their own systematic operations. 

Don Mueang might appear to be an older airport, but oy, it's owned by the Royal Thai Air Force, operated by the AOT, and has been there since 1914.

That's 110 years ago. 

One doesn't find stuff from 1914 in the present-day terminals, of course, but here and there, the decor that they had somehow made me think of another (more familiar) building along Singapore's Beach Road. 

I don't think it were just the lights alone or the carpeting or the door structures.

But it were perhaps the layout, the way everything had been structured, even the width of the staircases, and the place where they had been built. 

You could tell, right away, the presence of strong elements belonging to buildings, and shopping centers constructed during the late 60s and 70s. 

I thought of Golden Mile Shopping Center (on Beach Road)

I also thought of Peace Center (on Selegie Road)

The ambience was somewhat similar. 

The atmosphere too. 

What exactly the interiors made me feel, I can't say, but it's not often that I get to see a staircase this wide in the middle of an airport's baggage claim. 

Neither is it often that I get to appreciate the die-cut metal chonk of letters forming the word Sawasdee welcoming me into their country. 

Its' not all 70s, 80s vibes though. 

Right outside Baggage Claim past the Declare/Nothing to Declare customs and a (more recent) Starbucks outlet sits right smack in front of you. 

Don Mueang didn't seem to be a very crowded airport the day I arrived. 

Yes there were a couple of group tours- a delight to see them all with their jackets, their thermos flasks, and their backpacks- but if I'm not wrong it were just two very large groups with their guide making their way out to the terminal. 

It was quite a different story at Suvarnabhumi though. 

I'm not sure how it is. 

Maybe because the airport's newer, just about 20 years old- operational in 2006, 

Maybe because there're more international flights zipping in and out like El Al and Aeroflot and DrukAir and  and Etihad Airways. 

But there were groups, and there were groups aplenty all bound for different flights all checking in at different rows. Add to that the indie travelers- some with rather big luggage- and you got one very, very busy departure hall. 

Trying to get to the check-in row needed a fair bit of meandering amongst crowds of people all making their way everywhere in all directions, and god forbid if you got separated from your loved ones inside the hall. 

There wasn't much in the form of food to be had- later I discovered that everything was in the transit- but there was a Dean & Deluca- with coffee and sandwiches and small hot meals right at one end of the terminal, and so we had a microwaved omelet and a sandwich. 

I wish I'd taken pictures of the food places in the transit hall but what with me dashing to the gate even though there was a lot of time, I didn't. But I've got a shot of the departure hall outside, I've got a shot of gate directions, I've got a shot of the gate itself, and I think that's fine.

Bangkok: Chicken, Chatuchak and Naam 1608

You know, I'd like to say that the day began with our lunch of fried chicken and onion rings at Korea Town (shopping center) not too far down the road from 8 Sukhumvit where we were, but truth be told, our day actually began with a breakfast of refried minced duck meat, a few slices of toast pan-heated with butter, coffee, and tea.  

Sure, it might sound simple a meal, but really, it isn't.

See, there's something special about preparing your meals in a kitchenette never mind if it be big or small, and as much as I wouldn't mind a full egg omelet or noodles or a small tub of yogurt, I don't mind whatever it is I get to eat in the mornings either. 

A blessing it is to have breakfast with someone.

A blessing it is too to walk along the road from 8 Sukhumvit to Korea Town a couple of streets down. 

I had wanted to visit this place for a few days now but hadn't had the time. 

So, yes, delighted was I when told we'd be stopping by here for a lunch of Korean-style fried chicken before continuing on. 

Korea Town, by the way, is in one of those places that look like they've been around since the 80s or 90s. Externally, aesthetically, the shopping center (I can't seem to call it a mall) sends out those vibes with their banisters, their corridors, the fountain in the courtyard, and their individual units. 

But then there's a huge LG TV screen facing out onto the road, there're a couple of good K-BBQ restaurants, and there's this fried chicken place that doubles up as a dessert place offering bingsu. 

The boneless chicken, served in a box like how they usually do for takeaways, was crunchy, well-fried and tasty. 

The onion rings, we were delighted to find, were real onions fried in very thin batter, and even though the batter seemed to collapse by the time we ate to the bottom of the box, the onions were still firm and good. 

Lunch over, we Grabbed over to Chatuchak.

And I couldn't have been happier, I tell you.

I hadn't been back to Chatuchak for more than a decade, and (besides the shopping, of course) I was keen to see how the place had changed.

The Grab dropped us at one of the gates (I don't know which one) and we made our way inside.

Almost immediately we started shopping; my friend got a tie-dye T-shirt, I got a beaded bracelet. 

Sure, at 150Baht it was a bit more expensive than some of the other run-of-the-mill bracelets, but this was handmade, and this was what I was looking for.  

After that we walked through some of the stalls, and then all of a sudden came upon out in the open a kiosk selling fresh coconut juice, coconut smoothies, mango smoothies, Thai milk teas and mango sticky rice, so we got a coconut juice each, followed by mango sticky rice (my second of the trip) and afterwards, a coconut smoothie to go. 

Good thing we got the coconut smoothie.

It was a d*** hot day.

Heat or no heat, however, that didn't stop us wandering up and down the aisles looking at the stalls, buying things we wanted, contemplating others that caught our eye.

No easy task it was trying to meander around the stalls, I tell you. 

Chatuchak is divided into sections, all of which, if you want a particular stall, you have to remember. 

It's strategy shopping, I tell you. 

And they're so complicated like a maze that you will go in one side, come out the other, and unless you make an about-turn and take the very same route you've just walked on, you'll find yourself in a whole new part of the market simply by making another turn right, left, or angled. 

I've no idea honestly where we actually wandered to. 

All I know is that we came upon a couple of stalls offering leather products of bags, wallets and so on. 

Then there were stalls offering basket-style structured bags which were really summery looking and beautiful but at the moment they weren't my style. 

I remember seeing stalls offering casual clothes of feminine design. 

I remember seeing stalls offering clothes of tie-dye in pretty colors of pastel pink, pastel blue, pastel green, yellow and peach orange. The sleeveless sun dresses looked so comfortable I might have bought them had I been heading to the beach. 

Wish I'd gotten a couple of tie-dye T-shirts though. 

Or the elephant pants that are now trending in Thailand and which make for very comfortable wear, especially in this ridiculously hot climate. 

Not that I came away empty handed though. 

I found myself increasingly drawn to the stalls offering fragrances, room sprays, body mists, soaps, lotions and essential oils.

Eventually I settled on one stall which not only had a neat layout, but carried a combination product of body mist and room spray rolled into one. 

A room spray and body mist fragrance was just the product I had been seeking for.

So, we got a bottle, and because there was a 2-for-1, we came away from the stall with 2. 

Along the way my friend got a couple more T-shirts. 

And then we decided to get a jar of lavender-scented muscle balm, which, unlike the usual lemongrass and citronella, was different, and interesting. 

There wasn't much which we got afterwards. 

There were some organic green curry pastes and massaman curry pastes. 

There were some teas. 

And that was it. 

From Chatuchak we got into a tuk-tuk (finally) which sped through the streets and brought us to the nearest mall called Union Mall. 

It's a youth-oriented type of mall this one, a bit different from Siam Paragon or EmSphere or Terminal 21, but they had a Starbucks, they had a Watson, there was a fast food somewhere, and they had a Sukiya that I call the egg rice bowl. 

Took a bit of rest at the Starbucks (it really was a very warm day), went upstairs to see the shops a little, and then off it was to dinner at this place called Naam 1608 in the Yaowarat area. 

You know something?

I'm never ever going to forget the ambience of Naam 1608, nor am I ever going to forget her food.

You won't feel it at first. 

Especially since the place isn't located like what most restaurants are, along the road, with a frontage, or part of a district of shops.

To get to Naam 1608 you have to first pass by several shops- their shutters were closed when we were there- then right near the entrance, a (very, very) hardware, steel kind of place. 

It's a completely different vibe once you're inside. 

A two-storeyed (or three-storeyed) house with a mezzanine floor, you'll be asked to remove your shoes if you're going upstairs, and almost at once you'll feel like you've been invited to dinner at somebody's home. 

It wasn't just the decor, the furniture, the place, or even the friendly hospitality of the staff.

It was the food. 

I've had a lot of green curries in my life, thank God, but never in my life, I tell you, have I ever had a green curry this good. 

It wasn't even just good. 

It was life-changing. 

I exaggerate not. 

So good was it that I'll never be able to see green curry in the same light ever again. 

Best part, what was the magic of it?

A duck egg.  

A salted duck egg.

Yes, really.

That was it.

A single salted duck egg sitting on top of the green curry beef dish. 

No hard to find spice, no hard to buy ingredient, just a hum dan that you find in any supermarket, any provision shop, any egg supplier and isn't extravagantly expensive. 

To say I was blown away by my first taste of hum dan with green curry is quite an understatement. 

It went so well with everything. 

Whether it was with the gravy of the green curry, whether it was woth the swirls of their medium-thick white bee hoon, or with this dish of roasted pork belly that had the best skin crackling ever, this simple, organic addition to the food made it more perfect than what it already was. 

I think I finished almost the entire salted egg.

There was a simplicity to the food here that I on that evening fell in love. 

If I had thought that the green curry was good, the roast pork dish with cereal bites had (what I call) the gold standard of pork skin crackling. Never have I ever had a crackling this hot and this crisp salted and marinated to perfect taste.

So excellent was it that I gave my friend a good portion of the crackling whilst I settled for the hum dan with the meat.  

I don't think I can ever forget my first taste of all the dishes we had that evening. 

Not only did it completely alter the way I see Thai-Chinese food, it left a deep, deep impression on me. 

So much so that I'll say this.

It's not easy to leave out the memory of the egg omelet done Chinese style. 

It's also not easy to not think about the delicate yet rich almost-broth like taste of the clear duck and (cooling) Chinese pear soup. 

The Cantonese me has never had a soup like this before, and I tell you, it was so tasty, so refreshing and yet so fulfilling all at the same time. 

You could taste the distinctive taste of duck in every single spoonful.

It's been a while since I last had these dishes, but I'm very sure I'll go back to Naam 1608 every time I'm in Thailand. 

I keep thinking of the hum dan. 

And I keep thinking of the view. 

Bangkok: Of Dogs and Cats and Passion

Dogs and cats might be as opposite to each other as night and day, but if there be something common I found in my visits to these two cafes in different parts of town, it be this.

Passion.

Passion not from the cats or dogs- chances are they were already neutered and they've got great personalities of their own- but Passion from the owners of the cafes and those looking after them. 

It takes a great deal of dedication, I tell you, to be able to get them dogs to gather (almost) immediately. fix their gaze at the one single spot that you want, and stay there. 

That's what the staff at Dog Town Cafe did. 

No calling, no shouting, screaming, carrying, anything excessive. 

All they did was to call the dogs' names, grab their attention (with treat in hand) and signal them to look at where they wanted them to look. 

Didn't matter the breed either- the huskies settled down, the corgis settled down, the (curious, playful) French bulldog decided to pancake beside one of the guests, and even the half-asleep Westie decided to lumber over. 

It was all very steady, very peaceful. 

We had a couple of bites- the deep fried spinach rolls were wonderful- and I went around admiring the thick fur of the huskies, the corgis, and the all the rest of the dogs. 

It was a lovely time I had that afternoon at the cafe. 

Midway during my visit the staff let the dogs out to the garden for playtime and it was great joy just seeing them run about in the well-manicured yard.

No one told them to not go here, not go there.

No one shushed them up if they happened to bark at the rare passersby, or at each other. 

All of them were simply allowed to be themselves.

If they didn't wish to go out, they didn't. 

If they changed their minds halfway and decided to go out, the door was opened for them to go out. 

It gave me quiet joy to just watch them with all their individual quirks, like the Shetland sheepdog who wouldn't stop sniffing the tree at the side of the garden, like the corgis who ran around in circles sniffing each others' butts, like the mini Schnauzer who made his way slowly to the water bowl then all around the grass, and like the Westie who padded his way out, stared at everyone for a while, then decided to settle down. 

I miss the Westie. 

It's not every day that I get to have a West Highland Terrier this adorable come sniff my toes and then settle down at my feet. 

It's also not every day that I get to have the same terrier allow me to stroke his soft, comfortable fur whilst he nuzzles his ears and head against my leg. 

He seemed to know what I needed.

I hope he didn't find me irritating. 

One never knows, even with well trained domesticated animals. 

I was more cautious with the cats at Mohu Mohu Cafe though. 

Not because they were temperamental or moody or anything of the sort, but because generally I tend to be more cautious with cats overall.

Upon entering the cafe, we were given a brief description of how the system worked. 

It wasn't complicated; basically your price covered about 1.5 (or was it 2) hours of playtime with the cats. Included in the price was a selected menu of food and drinks which would be brought up to the second floor. Cats were on the third floor. You could go play with the cats whilst waiting for your food to come, and you could bring your drinks up, but not your food. Apparently the cats would try eat it which was bad for them. But  you could buy cat treats to feed them with. 

Buying cat treats was exactly what we did, so, armed with 70Baht worth of Wet Food (in a little plastic sauce tray), up we went to the second floor to wait. 

It didn't take long before we decided to first go see the cats on the third floor. 

The felines were rather surprised by our presence, I think.

Maybe they weren't expecting visitors this hour of the day. 

We felt literally ignored by them all save for one or two who came curiously by and then went off after that. 

We went one round greeting each one of them then decided to head back down to the second floor where our toasts and drinks were waiting. 

Special mention must be made of the menu here at Mohu Mohu cafe, because even though we had opted for something simple like Bacon Egg Lava Pizza Toast and a Caramel Honey Toast, there were other foods like Apple Cinnamon Honey Toast, Takoyaki, Karaage Chicken, and mains like Miso Cheese Fried Rice, Omu Rice, Oyakodon, and Homemade Hamburger Steak. 

For drinks we decided on a Caramel Latte and an Chocolate Frappe. 

The Caramel Honey Toast came with a scoop of matcha ice cream and a dollop of whipped cream and can I say that I haven't had this much whipped cream in a while?

We went back to the third floor after our toasts, bringing our drinks with us when we went. 

Shall I say that the cats were a little more active now than before, but contented still they were to wander about the room, hop from chair to chair and chase each other without bothering hooman intruders at all? 

There was a white one asleep on some sort of a rattan shelf near the door. 

There was one asleep at one corner of the room in its little bed (and who stayed there asleep the entire time)

And there was one on its perch right near the window who wouldn't give you time of day even when you approached.

They were chill, no doubt, these felines, and it would take the cat food- yes, the cat food- before they started coming towards us, and all of a sudden most of them became very eager.

The bolder ones didn't hesitate to climb onto your lap for the little tray that you held in your hand. 

And the rest simply sat here and there around looking expectantly towards you.

We went around the room handing out cat treats to the cats using a little spoon. Some of them got very eager. Others, however, ate it, then went back to their perch again. 

We were glad for the interaction, even if it meant we couldn't sit down the plastic tray in hand as the more active ones would begin climbing all over our legs and shoulders just to get to the treat. 

So my friend and I took turns. 

When the cat treats finished, we studied the photo collage on the wall trying to guess which cat was who. 

Because they had names- all of them- and it was quite fun trying to figure out who was Goma, who was Goro, who was Milo, who was Don, and who was Chobi. 

I don't think we recognized any of the cats.

At least I didn't. 

But it doesn't matter. 

Especially since by the end of it, one of the cats had gotten so accustomed to us that one or two settled down comfortably on our laps and let us stroke it. 

There's a part of me that wishes I was a little bolder with the felines, or that I had bravely taken more pictures, but I'm glad to have come, and maybe next time if I'm in Bang Rak I might go back to Mohu Mohu again. 

There is, after all, this little one who accompanied me to the toilet and whom I would love to see again.