Ah, thanks Paul! Well, indeed, and the nature of the 'or...?' can vary. Over dinner tonight my friends were telling me a hilarious story about a couples massage in India, where there was a significant language barrier, and they were expecting a peaceful side-by-side situation. Instead they were locked into separate hard-sided boxes with their heads sticking out the top and steamed within an inch of their lives like a couple of hapless dim sum. They thought they were going to die.
Ha! I did a Hamam in Istanbul during a layover, and this large, burly man who had just loofah’d me within an inch of my nerves screeching proceeded to lay me on the marble centrepad, crossed my arms across my chest then leaned his entire weight on me and emitted cracks from my back...that made me worry I would be paralyzed on a slab of marble across from the Blue Mosque, and no one would know where I was.
Really good! Great listen. I’ve had a few moments of “am I getting a massage, or...?” when travelling.
Ah, thanks Paul! Well, indeed, and the nature of the 'or...?' can vary. Over dinner tonight my friends were telling me a hilarious story about a couples massage in India, where there was a significant language barrier, and they were expecting a peaceful side-by-side situation. Instead they were locked into separate hard-sided boxes with their heads sticking out the top and steamed within an inch of their lives like a couple of hapless dim sum. They thought they were going to die.
Ha! I did a Hamam in Istanbul during a layover, and this large, burly man who had just loofah’d me within an inch of my nerves screeching proceeded to lay me on the marble centrepad, crossed my arms across my chest then leaned his entire weight on me and emitted cracks from my back...that made me worry I would be paralyzed on a slab of marble across from the Blue Mosque, and no one would know where I was.