next place, the mattress was so flimsy, even the weight of a barbie doll would make it sink. We still didnt get our happy ending. And so we dragged our tired but eager bodies a mere 300 meters and reached the spa. Apart from being closed-door businesses, these places had something else in common: they all had big Thai flags by the entrance. Yes, but we are totally full sorry! This is actually cheap, for Stockholm. We walked away thinking that this was all a little strange. Oh well, we made our way to the next massage parlor, just down the road. But at least now we know where other folks in Stockholm are getting theirs! Hi, you do massages, right?, I went straight to the point. Without thinking too much about this, we pressed the button and a Thai lady with a generous amount of make-up on her face opened the door with a surprised expression. You could tell that there was nobody around, though. So we arrived at the only logical conclusion possible. I rang the bell and pressed my nose against the semi transparent glass door, to understand what was going on inside the establishment. But our home only had a bed for one person!