…neither of them mine. hah! gotcha.
If you have heard great things about those Thai massages and are dreaming of pretty young things softly caressing your skin with fragrant oils, here is something to make you pause and reflect. Sure you can choose to walk into a dimly lit massage parlour and live out that fantasy but chances are you will end up with some such rough-kick-boxing-meets-sadistic-massage routine and then where are you?
I tried a “relaxing” shoulder and neck massage (right, that is how optimistic I was, given the sorry state that my neck and upper back have been for years now) – I sat for maybe one and a half minutes before the ouch! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! finally got through to the masseuse (I think I had fainted in pain by then) and she stopped, giving me just enough time to make a run for it. And this was after several minutes of detailed instructions and requests for a “soft massage” – absolutely no pressure please, see the surgery scar here? and so on.
After all this, I still went ahead and took a foot massage when mall-hopping got too tiring. And I am happy to report total bliss, everything I had hoped for (pretty young things excluded, of course). An hour of feet pampering and I was ready to hit the shopping scene again.
And on the road, this. I have no idea what this means though. And all within twenty minutes!
Match made in the heavens?
🙂 nice observations there…
take care of your neck please 🙂
even the *thought* of a massage makes me cringe!!! you are one brave girl charu!
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lol .. I’m about to go get a Thai Massage next week but mine’s in the DC so wish me luck!
Yes. The first time I had a traditional Thai massage, it felt as if I had been put through a sugarcane crushing machine!
The trick is to ask for a light sports massage, where the masseuse uses only the tip of her fingers. It is less bruising to the ego and the body!
Foot massages, of course, are the best. One feels pampered and relaxed at the same time! 🙂
Such polite and civilised people, the Thais..
Thanks you for speaking about my blog Il ya a de al vie après 70 ans (yes, there is life after 70) the blog proves it day by day for now the 4th year.
I opened recently a new blog in preparation for my move to London – this is in english. My english.
And I feel younger now, than three years ago.