Last night I was feeling board and so I decided to go for a massage… there are several massage parlours in my street (I dislike the use of the parlour word as it springs to mind all sorts of dodgy things… however what other word can I use??)… in fact a new one opened only last week. It advertises ‘back scrabs’… tempting as a back scrab sounds I decided to go round the corner to a different ‘parlour’… here I was given a menu with all sorts of interesting massages… I went for the standard full body massage thinking it would be safer than a) chest massage b) skin peel c) full body wax (ouch)… as I am not at all wise in the ways of massage it was fairly entertaining, quite relaxing, and I emerged relatively unscathed… although to be honest the stomach part of the massage was very odd… I am now only 9 massages away from a free massage as I was presented with a loyalty type card… its so cheap I think I may go back… but I am starting to think that reacclimatizing to UK will be hard… here I am soooooooooo lazy… someone cleans my rooms, makes my bed, does my washing up, washes and irons my clothes… I never cook anything more than porridge or a fruit smoothie (although I did once boil some asparagus)… and now I am going to become a spa junkie or something… all that remains is for me to get some executive outfits and start having manicures and then I will be totally unrecognisable… actually I did notice on the massage menu you can pay $1 to have your hair washed and dried – includes free scalp massage (!!) perhaps I will go for that next time… hee hee hee
It is a hard life here in the Cambodge to be sure to be sure… in saying that I have just returned from 3 days working in the provinces, eating rice 3 times a day and sleeping in what seemed like a prison cell… the part of Phnom Penh that I live in isn’t real Cambodia that’s for sure…
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