My cousins-in-law were telling me and my husband about this thing, Thai massage, about how good it was. That it will give us good value for our money because we can get a nice one-hour session for just P200.00. It sounded fabulous so I made a mental note to myself to go there the following weekend.
We went there on Saturday morning. Unfortunately, my husband couldn't come with me because he had to attend a seminar. Still, I was happy to bring my son along and spend some quality bonding time with him. He was also excited to experience the Thai massage.
The place was so near to our place that it only took us10 to 15 minutes to find it. Anyway, we went into a reception area that was filled with the smell of eucalyptus, it was so strong that it made our eyes sting.
A small young lady appeared after being summoned by the front desk receptionist, said her hello and asked us what kind of service(s) we want. She washed our feet in soapy lukewarm water before she led us upstairs. We were taken to a tiny room with two simple cots on the floor and with a curtain to hide us from other customers' view instead of an actual door. She gave us two sets of t-shirts and shorts then she left and closed the "door".So now, Ashton and I are lying on our mattress; our female masseuses started massaging our feet. At first I was enjoying it but when she started applying pressures on my leg did my panic begin. She was walking, pulling, stretching, bending, pinching, massaging my body in a most interesting but not relaxing way. I was either inhaling and exhaling deeply like I was in labor pains, or I would bit my lips to keep from screaming, "Ouchhh!"
The whole ambience - the minty smell of the room, the candles and the nature-relaxation music playing on the background, were supposed to make one feel relaxed. But I simply could not do it.
It was the least relaxing, the most painful massage I have ever had. I felt like I was being beat up, which is not my thing since I have a low pain tolerance level. The whole time I was being "tortured", Ashton was actually laughing at my facial expressions. I asked him if he didn't feel any pain at all. "Wala. Nakikiliti nga ako eh!" (Nothing. It tickles, actually), was his simple reply.
After the massage, they offered us two cups of tea and warm towels. When we left, I felt like I've been run over by a truck. But about an hour later, I felt limber, calm and rather relaxed. I was so pleased until the next day - and only then did I experience severe pain all over my body and a splitting headache. =))) .
Will I try Thai massage again? I'm not sure. But if I do, I'll bring my husband along so he could also experience it with me.
I heard there's also an Egyptian therapeutic massage. I wonder if it's as painful as the Thai massage. Oh well...