Took the weekend off from any IT devices (Does an I-pod count?) and did absolutely nothing except that Minh Nguyet and I went for a massage at a local high end massage parlor. The experience was amazing and I decided for my readers that I would describe my whole ordeal that happened from 8:00 pm to 10:30 pm.
There are two different kinds of saunas (Dry and Wet)... Pretty weird actually... I would recommend doing the wet experience first before going into the dry. Honestly don't ask me why...
After the sauna, I had this soothing peaceful bath with a Vietnamese male staff (don’t ask questions ok Phil?) wash my back with a wet towel. Vicariously going up and down to the point I was ready to pass out. Once again, I will remind you of the fact I am not gay or metro sexual ok?
Long hot steamy shower where the water comes directly above you instead of mounted on the wall angled towards your head and face. It was sort of something of the scene of survivor with palm trees & coconuts and the scenic ocean in the distance but you know you are not getting voted of the island.
Then the interested Vietnamese male wet towel back rubber asked me to put on a towel and follow him to the elevator. Yes, this place has 10 floors with each floor specialize in a specific function of the treatment cycle. I have to admit I feel like a mad cow going through many examination-test workstations with a Hawaiian Pina Colada in one hand and sun tan lotion in the other. I was greeted by a young Vietnamese women with big hands (I had to do the handshake) as I hoped into the elevator.
On the 6th floor, there were many massage tables with candles, incense, soft music and white towels everywhere. The Vietnamese women asked me to enter this room where she asked me to take off my towel and lie down on the bed head into the massage table hole. At that time, I was sooo sleepy and relaxed (see above) to know that I was standing there naked in front of the massage therapist ready to be beaten softly to death. She placed a blanket on top of me and started working on various body parts (no funny ideas ok Phil?) with massage oil that smells like I feel down a hole full of flowers petals soft and full of flavor. At this point, I have already passed out.
I woke up to a tap on my shoulder and she already asked me to turn around. Once again I passed out while she was working on the front sections (once again no funny ideas ok Phil?)
Finally everything was done and I took a nice warm soothing shower to wash the oil and went back upstairs to visit my newly wanted to be gay Vietnamese male assistance and put back my clothes on before I went downstairs to pay for the bill. Once again, I am not gay or metro sexual.
So yeah… my whole passionate, gay-want to be loving, aroma smelling, calming, relaxing, soothing, gentle massage after a long stressful week, only cost me a merely 20 US dollars. Honestly where can you beat this price? Huh? Well at least I already convince my friends to join me next time to verify that this story is indeed a chronological event that was experienced by the Passionate traveler.
