massage brutality
they say less is more. having indulged in a four hand massage yesterday i think we can safely conclude that, in some instances, more is more. insofar as more hands is more pain. much, much more pain.our four hand/two masseuse each extravagance was built on discovering an off the beaten track massage place with prices which were tangibly cheaper than on the main tourist drag, meaning that the extra masseuse translated to an extra 50 pence or so each. unfortunately heading off the track meant exposing ourselves to the level of squeezing, pummelling and generally getting pulverised that your usual thai, benefitting from a lifetime of paying someone to beat you up in the name of massage, is used to, a standard much higher than us coddled westerners had come to expect. when the first, deceptively diminuitive looking, lady started on my legs i thought i could be in trouble as she started to not so much coax as batter my calves into submission. when a second later her colleague started trying to undo a knot in my shoulder with some sledgehammer kneading it dawned on me that we could be onto something quite exquisitely painful. and so it went on for an hour, vicki and i side by side, our four masseuses giggling and chattering in thai like naughty schoolgirls each time we winced, squealed and, towards the end, begged for forgiveness.
definitely an experience though, albeit a random one which showed once more that following your nose and deviating down the odd unmarked lane or alley can lead to all sorts of interesting encounters. as well, of course, as intense pain.
flying to kl this afternoon for a quick evening there before heading back west tomorrow morning: three weeks has never gone so fast.
posted by bicrom @ 1:45 am
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