Today I had the best massage ever. This post will almost only revolve around this massage. I had booked it at yoga barn on recommendation from Les. The guy is the only one that Les uses for his massages, and after visiting Rachel yesterday such a recommendation is well worth it’s money. It started out with a little confusion though. I’m early, as usual, and sit and wait for the clock to strike four. A man lean out of a window and ask me:”You waiting for me?” “Guess, I’m your four o’clock appointment”, I said, and was asked to give him five minutes to prepare.

When he came out and greeted me he was an older, hunched over guy. I tried to stay positive as the recommendation was so clear. We sat down in his office and he started asking me questions. I should have known there was something amiss right then. After calling med Kate a couple of times, it should have been even more obvious. After about five minutes there’s a knock on the door and my massage therapist comes in and ask if there’s been a mix up. Kate is out in the hallway, I should be face down at his bench. All well that ends well.

The massage itself was unbelievable. My reference pool wasn’t that big before going on this tour, but I’ve had quite a few during this year. He told me he’s not working on a particular form or system – it’s freestyle. I get to point out where I want the most attention and he set to work. Where the Balinese massage is practically the same movement and pressure no matter who does it, this was completely different. Not only did he find and work on the areas needing it the most, he also used his underarms to make long movements instead of the normal “finger-pinching-movements”.

I always try to stay awake during massages. If I sleep through them and don’t feel the massage, I feel like I’m loosing a lot of the value. I did fall asleep here, though, but only for a short time. I feared I had slept long when waking up, but there were still so much left of the 90 minutes it couldn’t have been for long. Finishing up I was walking around on cloud 9, just smiling and slowly drifting towards the hotel.

The price of the massage was about 2,5 times the rate of the normal spa’s around the city, but the feeling was tenfold.

Katja is home not long after I’m finished in the shower and find me lying on the bed smiling serenely. We’re going out to dinner with a few from the class tonight as Esther celebrates her birthday today. We go to the Delicious Onion,  though in my opinion that’s a contradicting in terms. It’s an open mic night and Parth sing a few songs for the birthday girl. It’s never a late night now, as all the students are tired from a long day and have homework to do. We walk home together with Maz and call it a night.

“I don’t fear death because I don’t fear anything I don’t understand. When I start to think about it, I order a massage and it goes away.”