Thai Massage

What's better the morning after drinking than a massage? A mixture of massage, chiropractic treatment, forced yoga and contortionist training awaited me as I took my shoes off and entered the house of massage. First there was a foot scrub, then I stepped into a darkened room and changed into loose-fitting clothing. With the air conditioner humming, and Thai light-rock playing overtop I lay on my back on a mattress and the Thai lady entered and began working on me from the bottom up. Using everything from fists, to feet, elbows and knees, and full body twists too she kneaded and poked, pulled and pushed, while stretching and sometimes tickling me all over. At one point she cracked my back in a torso stretch, which I enjoyed, but my favourite part was probably the forearm tendon massage. In contrast, my least favourite was when she began chatting with Larissa's attendant and forgot that she had her thumbs pressed deeply into tender pressure-points in my lower back for thirty seconds at a time. Once she dismounted from standing on the backs of my legs, she attempted to pull my neck from my shoulder. After all in a Thai massage there are equal parts pleasure and pain.