Thai Massage

-Steph-

Reflections of the sun flit in and out of my limited field of vision as the wind rustles the palm leaves overhead. Images obscure in the semi darkness (Or maybe that’s just because my eyes are closed). Island birds chirrup as the light sea breeze weaves through the oversized umbrellas. Falling into a state of deep relaxation I hear the soft lapping of the tame sea waters.

Then a sharp excruciating pain wrenches me from these pleasant thoughts as my limbs are yanked into positions only licensed contortionists should attempt. Freakishly strong “Ajuma” fists tenderize my muscles as I attempt to relax my face from its grimace. This does not feel like a normal massage where relaxation is the name of the game.

The pain subsides as she unravels my appendages from angles hitherto unexplored. And I am lulled into a false sense of security and relaxation until the next “flexibility strengthening exercise.” Hoping that this Thai woman knows what she’s doing and is not unwittingly breaking my knee caps as I hear them crunch under her well weathered fists; I push away unpleasant thoughts and think instead of the gentle breeze playing across my face. This dichotomy is a welcome distraction as she grinds her knuckles into my temples.

The hour long experience was intermixed with a sense of relaxed satisfaction and frightened panic at cracking bones, but overall it was surely more enjoyable than not. Aside from the pounding and grinding, her hands were strong and adept at ironing out those stubborn knots. On a platform under umbrellas and natural giant palms next to the turquoise sea, listening to light fluid music and bird chorus tipped the scales in favor of this unique experience even with the unorthodox Thai massage style. Admittedly, I do feel a bit more relaxed. Almost like play-dough. Maybe they do know what they’re doing. Or maybe that’s how you naturally feel after being hit with a steam roller.