I
have no idea why it took me so long, perhaps it was the constant buzz the city
has, the vast array of sightseeing spots, bars and leisure activities on offer,
but I was 9 months in this great city before going for a Chinese massage. Always airing on the side of caution when
preparing to be oiled up and rubbed down by a stranger, I joined a friend as she
returned to a spa she’d visited a few months earlier while her mother was
visiting.
As
you know I’m no stranger to having strangers work their magic on me (see
‘Rubbed up the right way’ post – Friday, 5 August 2011). A trip to ‘Zen’ was, however, an altogether
different experience, even for me. For a
start, my masseuse was male, which may sound perverted or creepy until I tell
you that Chinese massages are traditionally done through silk pyjama style
robes. So covered in my sexy silk
ensemble, I prepared for Tom to work his magic – and he did just that. A one hour full body massage, followed by a
30 minute foot massage - bliss. Never
before have I had someone bend and shape me in such a way, or get on the
massage bed themselves whilst doing so! As
a particularly flexible female who has dabbled in yoga and been prone to dislocating
her joints, even I didn’t know my limbs moved in those ways!
Needless to say, I spread the word and more
of the girls from work have paid Tom a visit.
I’ll be back in a few weeks for more spine cracking satisfaction.
A xx
