When I was getting a massage in Luang Prabang this morning, I closed my eyes and felt pretty close to home. The in-house stereo had lots of all-too familiar music; lulling me through the massage were (decent) Thai remakes of Shania Twain, The Archies, Elton John, and John Denver. And with my eyes shut, it was easy to forget where I was. That was until I opened my eyes and went to pay. The hour-long massage was $3, half the price of those in Chiang Mai.
$3?! Ok, Hello!
Errrr, did you get a “happy ending” included in your massage?? Hehe.
Sheila-I know! So much cheaper than SoCal…even with inusrance!
Elise-Nope…this was actually just a foot massage…BUT a few days before I was getting a full-body Lao massage with a couple of friends, and the only guy in the group somehow ended up with a guy masseuse. And he got groped a bit (somehow, too, his massage pants became untied…). We called his service a man-sage.
I’m glad it wasn’t like one of those asian massage places on the edge of Columbia near the Nowell’s…:)