So going to Thailand means going to the beach…going to the beach means showing off flesh…showing off flesh for women means prepping of the flesh. The flesh needs to look its best and be shown off in its best light — this means among many things such as waxing, shaving, pedicures, and a host of lotions and creams – a new bathing suit.
The shopping trip which most adult women dread with the same fierceness other people save for route canals at the dentist. I am not one of those women, sure I’m not particularly confident in my thighs, but confident enough overall to not put off such an endeavor in the hopes that one day I will look like Giselle – I don’t, I won’t, and I don’t want to. And although my initial pre-teen growth spurt foretold of an enviable future tallness that could have had me strutting the world’s catwalks…I am about as tall today as I was when I was 12 – ’nuff said. I have since learned that the best things come in small packages, no? I digress… Shopping for a bathing suit in China in the dead of winter was still far from the most therapeutic of experiences.
Fortunately, I had discovered, just a few weeks before leaving on my vacation, the sports mega-store many fellow teachers had already frequented – Decathlon, a European one-stop clothing and equipment store a la MEC. I previewed their swimwear through their UK site online thinking there is no way China stocks the same stuff…but it never hurts to look first. I had already seen some cute cheap string bikinis for everyday variety that I was going to go back for and hoped they had my size. (I perused them while picking up some vital fleeces for layering in the Chinese winter — I have never worn so many layers in my life! and I have braved Toronto and Montreal in the winter!)
Anyhow…after hearing that my girlfriend had gotten her first one piece in years, I started to think that would be a good idea too – a nice flattering but functional one piece for all the scuba diving and snorkeling I have yet to do. So with my first 3 choices in mind…I headed off to the deceivingly close mega-box store. Just a hop, skip and an underpass away from the school. With snow up to my knees and ice patches to jump I arrived relatively unscathed having decided the underpass was too dodgy to risk with no real pedestrian path. I gratefully flagged down a cab after navigating my way around the school perimeter took 15 minutes.
OK…it is my personal certainty that every single business in China is grossly overstaffed – usually with individuals who are not well versed in the product they are so intent on selling you. Decathlon was no different. However, its vast warehouse enclosure offered you some privacy while shopping as salespeople were dispersed rather haphazardly therein. A little too much privacy was my experience as while I found someone to point me to the fitting rooms (with my online choices in hand!)- they disappeared after that – never to be seen again which made me have to get my five layers on and off twice to go back for different sizes at the other end of the warehouse. This might have had something to do with the fact that there were maintenance men complete with hard hats working on scaffolding overhead – really close to my fitting room — which was really only a port-o-potty type plastic shell with, I discovered when I heard them working overhead, a full square opening at the top…so theoretically said maintenance guys could have been having a peak while I changed from one bikini to the next. Likening my port-o-potty to a desert display case – full of new chilled delights.
Meaning ….. all this was done in a completely non-heated warehouse space. So basically I was exposing my naughty bits to sub-zero temperatures. Not the most comfortable, indeed more like excruciatingly ludicrous, experience! Granted, maybe they thought not many people would be trying on their swimwear line at this time of year (but there are also lots of yoga and other sports gear for sale that involves showing just as much skin) …but having public shopping environments made comfortable by any heating whatsoever is never a priority…i.e. I could see my breath in the air. This, unfortunately, did not come as a surprise to me — it was a long line of public spaces kept at near glacial levels in China. If you’ve read my other posts – this includes the school that I teach in. So why is this? It is both a dose of miserly with a big dash of superstition. See, not only does it save money not to heat (or for that matter cool – really looking forward to sweaty summer in China!) spaces, but invariably the doors to these spaces are kept wide open if not many or all of the windows as well. Why, you ask? Why to let in the healthy cross breeze of course! Never mind that the air outside has enough pollutants on any given day to equal a year of air quality readings in say Toronto, for example, or that with the Siberian wind chill it’s nearing -30…no…air is healthy! Need air circulation for optimum health! Personally I am of the mind of the European superstition holding more water – catch a chill – catch a cold.
Anyhow, after my purchases…I decided to head back on foot via the underpass – the girls said it was okay and they had done it. How bad could it be, right? Wrong. Another bone chilling experience in both weather and near fatalities as I scurried my way back and forth across the highway in China traffic (no one stops or slows down for pedestrians ever…EVER!) trying to get the best foothold beside the snowdrifts currently taking up residence where the makeshift footpath would have been mid-highway. I arrived home much later popsicle cold, but safe.
I landed in Thailand one week later — and so did my head cold.
Nevertheless…here we are. Plus 2 cute string bikinis for a steal

Imagine the bikini

My new one-piece