While the airport might not be entirely structurally safe and possibly in danger of imploding at any moment Subvarnabhumi does offer much more in terms of creature comforts than Don Muang ever did.
My last transfer through the place left me with nearly five hours to kill and my general dislike of Thai beer convinced me to try out the massage parlours that are dotted around the airport instead of getting hammered at the bar and kicking off my twelve hour international flight with a changover.
A decent range of massage services are on offer in increments of 15 minutes with Thai, Oil, Foot, Neck and Hand all available (no mention of Bangkok’s famous rub and tug though…)
I paid 600 Baht for an hour long Thai massage in small cordoned off private bedroom.
This is about double to triple the normal cost but everything at Subvarnabhumi is expensive so in context the price was not extortionate (anyway most Bangkok hotels charge upwards of 1,000 Baht for the same service).
The masseuse was quite good and after an hour of her bending me every which way I was blissfully relaxed and in a fine mood.
I managed to hang onto that chilled out state of mind all the way up to boarding the plane where I discovered that cattle class was jam packed with hygienically suspect backpackers, aging sexpats and screaming children.
I wisely took my cue and began quaffing my emergency stash of booze and valium.