After the first two weeks of full working weekdays (that is, after all, what I’m actually here to do!) the usual muscle tightening has taken its toll after 150 exam reports ☺ . . . So it was time to put the Hotel fitness suite masseur to the test!
Actually it turned out the other way around – he put me to the test.
Firstly, in India, in parallel with many other cultural differences from Blighty, massages are exclusively male-on-male or female-on-female. Any mixing of the sexes in this context {and, incidentally, many others} would be considered strictly ‘de rigueur’. So this was a one-hour male assault on my endo-skeletal musculature that I have never experienced before. It was marvellous!
Oiled up like a grease pole at the fair, every area was meticulously given a thorough going over – no aches, pains or strains had a chance of survival and were unceremoniously squeezed out like toothpaste from a tube. And the price of this miraculous service? 1,000 Rps which is £12.50 at 80Rps/£ - an absolute bargain ☺
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