My wife and I spent our honeymoon in beautiful Thailand. It was spectacular. One day we took our bikes to Bang Pae which is Phuket's biggest waterfall, The weather was quite warm so I decided to take my shirt off & get some sun. The waterfall was beautiful so we decided to 'go native' and take a refreshing dip in one of its drop pools, after we sat in the shade and use the site as a picnic place. It was a beautiful day however my skin wasn't used to the lack of protection & I became quite sunburnt.
After an uncomfortable sleepless night my wife suggested I get a famous Thai massage to aid out relaxation.
After taking a stroll down the famous Bangla Road we realised one undeniable and obvious fact..... Bangla is nothing like home. With its lady-boys, exotic girls, enchanted westerners (mostly male) and enough extraverts to fill a Disney cast of thousands, shopping or sipping on a beer at Bangla Road at night is a definite 'Dear Diary' moment. We selected a small massage shop, went in and were greeted by a receptionist. We explained what we were after and she smiled led us into a darkened room.
The small, dim room was divided into several cubicles each separated by a Curtin. My wife was escorted into one & I into another on the opposite side of the room. As my eyes adjusted to the light I looked around. Each cubical contained a small platform covered by a thick soft matt, on which to lie, a towel which I assumed was to cover yourself and a chair for your clothes. There wasn't much room.
I stripped down to my undies and got into position on the mat and spread the small towel across my bum. I had almost fallen asleep when the massage therapist entered I looked up and smiled at her. She smiled back, introduced herself as Sandy and looked disapprovingly at my sunburnt shoulders. "Very sore?" she asked.
"A little bit" I replied.
At this she giggled. "Not little I think" she replied "Very sore. Hurt a lot".
"Take few deep breaths." she instructed as her hands spread liquid warmth on my skin. "Good." She moved her hands along my back and shoulders in long, slow strokes. Other masseurs I'd been to simply rubbed and pounded flesh. Sandy's hands and fingers seemed to know which spots to work and how to work them. I had read that a Thai massage is often described as "lazy yoga", because whilst it includes many of the same strokes as a Swedish massage, it also incorporates assisted stretches to really stretch and loosen tightened muscles and relieve joints. It works along pressure points on your energy paths. I'd also heard many many jokes about the "Happy Ending" but I was sure that was just an urban myth. I sighed and relaxed under her expert touch.
Then she turned her attentions to the lower half of my body. She pointed to my underpants "You want take off? She quietly asked.
