I came to the conclusion last night
that an oil massage that I can afford is much like an MRI. I asked
Mrs Kristi where I could go around here that was pretty cheap. I
should back up that I walked and walked yesterday looking for the
one Monika and I went to last year... as it turns out....it is the
next street up and one soi over... very close.. at the end of that
street is the rice soup place....all good to know....I don't know
why, I saw the young folks waiting for a customer in there little
purple jackets, eager and smiling and I thought of my older body
laying there like a dead walrus and I eventually walked on... so now
it was 6ish and I had talked myself into it... I decided that maybe a
smaller place would be good..so Mrs.Krisiti said.just w the street
and......corner. Mrs.Krisithas a nish male friend and while her
english is good..when she is going from her thai head to a
conversation with friend to me...I was not sure if it was just past
the corner..or around the corner.. When I did not find anything
around the corner I went past the corner and here was a small spot.
You know it is small when they tell you to go through the internet
place next door..and it has 4 computers. Did I turn around and go 2
blocks...no. So I was in...then put a towel down on mattriss, closed
curtains around a space next to a spot with mens feet handing out..
and said it will be about 5 min. She gave me a towel for my body and
I looked up at my cot space with thin sheets hanging about... and had
to do a what the hell...I could hear Linda say..no way..and Monika
say it will be OK... and Cheryl laugh...and JoAnn say, I'll wait
outside..etc..but I just take off my clothes..cover myself with the
towel that came over my breast and landed someplace between my thigh
and my knee... better that a tea towel. So in about 2 min. in came
a nice young woman and said.. on your stomach please... At that point
you have to say ...what the hell..because you are about to put your
ass out into this cell..and that is where you do the MRI
think...close your eyes and don't open them until you are clothed. I
will spare you the detail..but for the next 40 min... she put some
oil on you..could have been olive oil and prepared you for the
oven...rubbing you all over.. no rubbing or massage.. My head had
thought Kurt and get the kinks out..and live gave me an oil pusher.
This side..that side.. up and down front..the entire front.. and
back..and then she ended with some rubbing her hands on your head...
not deep temple rub ..just rub like you might pet a dog.. In an
hour..i was ready for the oven..she whipped me down.. left the
curtain open so I sat there looking at a man while I held my towel..
and he closed the curtain.. I got dressed paid her 200 baht and was
off for a roti. There are two morals to the story..you get what you
pay for..and two blocks to be satisfied is been than one block for
less..
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