No, it wasn't a "happy ending" massage; and it didn't involve paint masks, reiki, gum-chewing waitress types or even a pregnant massage therapist asking me to "feel (her) belly."
What made this particular massage creep onto the list was its location, combined with its immediate ambiance.
|Welcome to the Jungle (spa)...|
I love jungle lodges, and this one was no exception - it was pretty cool, just being able to stay there for a night, drink beer at the "Jungle Bar," watch the Mon tribe from Burma put on a cultural dance display, and listen to the sounds of the jungle on either shore during the night.
They also have a jungle spa there, where you can get Thai massage, foot reflexology, or my personal favorite, an aromatherapy massage.
What made this particular massage experience unique/odd/amusing/interesting (pick one!) was the set-up for the massage.
While Thai massage is done fully clothed, on a mat, usually on the floor, a massage with oil on a table usually requires a bit more privacy, since most, if not all of your clothes, are removed.
|Spa menu at River Kwai Jungle Rafts|
(32 baht = $1 Cdn)
"Hmmm...mmm..." I'm thinking. "I wonder how this is going to work?"
I should point out, that during any kind of regular therapeutic massage I receive from a Registered Massage Therapist in Vancouver, I'm basically naked, but completely covered with a sheet, other than the area immediately being worked on. That's pretty standard procedure.
Given that, I think you can figure out why I felt a little hesitant about the set-up at this jungle spa.
Then my therapist, a really nice Burmese lady, told me to take off my shirt.
Okay, no problem.
|The rather non-private massage tables|
Then she told me to take off my pants...so I start taking them off, but I'm a bit hesitant, as I can see and hear people about 20 feet away. She senses my slight discomfort, takes a quick look, and says, "Oh, good, you have underwear on."
Yeah. Good, indeed.
Really, that's the only way to do it, given that kind of set-up. I sure wasn't about to get down to my birthday suit if the room was not completely private.
Once that was settled, I jumped up onto the table, and enjoyed a nice relaxing 60-minute massage. Except for the mosquitoes. Where's that Tiger Balm when I need it? (In Thailand, it seems Tiger Balm is a cure all for everything. Got muscle aches? Slap on the Balm. Mosquito bites? Rub some TB on them. I even had a guide put it on a scalp cut I got when I banged my head in a temple.)
Anyway, the massage itself was great. I left the spa and went immediately to dinner, in ultra-relaxed mode.
Dinner involved three bottles of Singha beer, so I was even more relaxed after eating.
Life in the jungle is definitely good ...