In addition to the trip out there, we started the day off with some food at my place. Oh, and wine. How else did we plan on being comfortable with brazen nudity?
All fed and ready to go, here's Yours Truly stumbling out the door...
Naturally, I couldn't snap any pictures inside the spa, but suffice it to say it was as beautiful as I remembered it. In addition to lounging around in the Grecian inspired pools and detoxifying ourselves in the saunas (one was a whopping 71 degrees Celsius!), we also splurged and went for the Korean scrub and oil massage.
Three teeny tiny older-than-middle-aged women plopped us on three exposed, adjacent massage tables and proceeded to douse us with a bucket of warm water. Not exactly the most relaxing massage experience I've ever had, but surely it would be one to remember. After the harsh scrub (my elbows are actually scraped raw), and being whipped around on the table as if the adjuma was Randy the Savage from WWF, circa 1995, it was time for the massage. Oh dear. If the scrub was any indication of the brutality we would suffer later, we might not have opted for this. Regardless of the harshness, the massage felt amazing. It was remniscent of the Thai massage we got in, well, Thailand. They wedged our arms behind our backs, stretched us out, put us in very compromising positions, and then hit us with cupped hands, fingers tight. That's right: hit us. The baby oil that was slathered on our bodies was just a-flying as they brutalized our raw flesh. Now I know why Korean women are so tough.
When it was all over, the woman gave us a little love spanking and definitely touched the Texans' boobs. It was one for the books, alright.
Refreshed, rejuvinated, a bit violated, and a lot starving, we rode the subway back home after 11 pm to get some dinner.
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