Unbelievable! It’s been exactly two months since I boarded the plane to fly back to the U.S. That’s the same amount of time I spent in Southeast Asia, but in some ways I feel like I’m still adjusting to be back in “reality.” I guess that might be because I’d like my reality to include more regular stints immersed in other cultures.
Even more unbelievable is the fact that I’m just now getting around to finishing the uber-long post I started while still in Thailand about one of my favorite aspects of traveling in that part of the world: the amazing availability of inexpensive massage.
I refuse to just let this fall by the wayside, lost and abandoned like so many other epic pieces of writing (ha!). So, with apologies for the length, here is Part One of my story of tripping through Bali and Thailand told through the lens of massage.
I’m hoping that by buckling down to finish this story I may feel just transport myself back to those sun-baked streets for a brief while. Maybe I should turn on a heat lamp! I’m making a commitment to finish Part Two and get it posted within two weeks.
If any of you have fun travel massage stories to share, I would love to read about them in the comments…
On the street alongside dozens of travelers and locals, on a table in quiet, flower-strewn, air-conditioned rooms, on a mat on the floor of someone’s living room, in a women’s prison – I’ve taken advantage of the inexpensive massages offered over here in a variety of venues. Now, as my time in Southeast Asia winds down, I’m wishing I’d made it even more of a priority.
After more than a month of traveling a friend posted a comment on my Facebook page, “Hope you’re enjoying all those massages.” And it struck me: if there’s anything this stiff creaky body needs it’s more massage. But so far, I could still count the massages I’d enjoyed on one hand. Clearly it was time to get on the program, or rather to lay down and open myself to receive.
Every massage here has been it’s own unique experience – and not one has disappointed.
In Ubud, Bali, we couldn’t walk more than a few yards without being offered (or really, begged to agree to) a massage. Clusters of girls Continue reading