On Sunday we went to get Thai full body massages. Now, I know that I've never been keen on people 'massaging' me. But I figured--"Hey! If you come to Thailand, you must get the famous Thai massage." Boy was I wrong.I'm sure the lady was good at what she does. As a matter-of-fact, all the other students loved their massages. But what I thought would be a nice rub down with oil was actually a contemporary method of torture. The next day my calves felt like I ran a marathon without training properly. She poked and prodded every inch of my arms and legs with her bony fingers. The mental image that I visualized as I was laying there clenching my jaw was someone deboning a chicken leg. Quite excruciating.
From now on I think I'll stick to just getting my back scratched.
The cool sink in my showering/changing room.
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