One of the perks of living in Thailand is the accessibility to affordable massages. Others have been unmemorable and a few not so good. For my last birthday, Chris treated me to a full day of massages. We shared a fancy room that had two massage tables, a shower in one corner, and a soaking tub in another. Our body scrub came first. He could have been strutting around in his birthday suit as far as I could tell! So this is actually a story that one of our good friends shared with us. His first impressions confirm his online findings: Professional staff?
Calming atmosphere? Clean and freshly spa scented? But not long after he had stretched himself on his massage table did things start going down hill. She was contorting him in very odd ways, which says a lot even for a Thai massage.
At one point, she managed to bend his leg in a way where he actually kicked himself right in his man parts. Massages are supposed to be a therapeutic or relaxing experience, not a kick in the balls, pun fully intended.
But nope, this woman managed to do it a second time with the other leg. Last year my parents and younger sister visited Thailand and one afternoon we stopped at a little massage shop after exploring the town on foot. We requested two oil massages for me and my sister and two foot massages for my parents.
Going to the back of a shop for an oil massage is not unusual, except that the two of us were led to a full-sized mattress to share. This was odd because typically each customer receives their own personal narrow mattress. An oil massage begins with you laying on your stomach and getting massaged on your back, shoulders, and legs. Of course there are embarrassing things that happen in an industry when customers are nearly naked. Which leads me to my last massage storyβ¦. Somehow my mom and sister were whisked away to share one room and I was left to share a room with Chris and my dad.
