The return of the pipe cleaner man*.
I foolishly had another massage this afternoon, having been talked into by Mr Saeri who assured me it would be much softer this time. The clue was in the laugh, as I suspect he was winding me but I'm always game for a laugh and seeing as he was paying (again- another freebie courtesy of the hotel), I did my "dead man walking" routine.
Perhaps not quite as vicious as the previous time but nonetheless, if that's "soft", I'm a teetotaller, and I was once again bent into all kinds of shapes only a pipe cleaner* can contort into.
At one point, my petite, all-in-wrestler even fell off the massage stage,** she was so engrossed in her ninja routine. Well, it made me chuckle- now you know it feels like, pet.
Super fun once it was all over, we ended up taking a swim and will now sleep like dead things tonight. Marvellous.
**The massage beds are on a raised platform which allow the girls to hop over and around our prostrate bodies to get best access for the next death grip. You keep your clothes on (shorts and a T) and they "massage" you through towels.
By massage I of course mean pummelling, using the knee, elbows and any body part that is rock hard and bony.