1.5 Hours of Pure Bliss

Following my neck/shoulder/upper back injury a couple of weeks ago, the Husband and I went to a spa that specialises in traditional Thai therapies, including the famous Thai massage. After several tortuous hours spent in the grips of a tiny Thai massage therapist with the strength of ten men, I now try to steer clear of that particular form. I did feel fantastic for days after each massage, however I'm not sure the benefits outweigh the pain endured during the bending, twisting, pinching, kneading and thwacking. I have come to the conclusion that it is not the sort of massage that someone with an incredibly low pain threshold should have. Consequently, we both tried the aromatherapy oil body massage which promised 'a relaxing, soothing and gentle massage with specially blended oils'. Just what the doctor ordered.

We were ushered up the stairs to a cool, quiet lobby area where we exchanged our shoes for soft sandals and followed the sweet looking Thai woman to a large room with two beds and two showers. The therapist asked us to shower and left the room. I quickly jumped in the state-of-the-art shower - one of those which shoots water out from about ten different points - rinsed all over and jumped out again. The Husband decided to take his time, luxuriating in the high-tech shower. I pointed out to him more than once that it's only supposed to be a quick shower to wash off any creams that you might have on your body and that the therapists would be coming back in very soon. Did he listen to me? No. And for that, he was caught by the returning therapist with the little pants they had given us to wear half-way down his bottom. Cue embarrassed laughs from all except me who just laughed. A lot.

The massage itself was utter bliss. The therapist found the knot in my shoulder and kneaded it out and the whole thing was so relaxing I almost fell asleep several times which, in my opinion, is an indicator of a brilliant massage. I was very disappointed when it ended - the 1.5 hours flew by. In fact, I think I may persuade The Husband to go again - just to see him in those tiny little pants again would be worth the trip alone!