Curiosity killed the cat! In this incident I am the "Cat". I always love to try different kinds of spa treatments that are available in the market and because of that I have so many funny incidents to share. Once, I went to Kuala Lumpur with a group of friends and someone from the group suggested to go massage. Immediately, I raised my hand for approval.
After 20 minutes, we arrived at this decent looking bungalow and we were led to a living room with spa music and a small water fountain feature on the table. I saw a spa menu displayed on the coffee table, I picked it up and had a good look of its content. One of the staffs, served us a cup of super spicy and hot ginger tea as a welcome drink. Then I was told that their special this month was Ginger scrub. My eye brighten up with excitement. I was quite interested as I have never try this before. So I had chosen a Ginger scrub and Malay Urut (Malay Traditional Massage) for my 2 hours spa treatments.
I was politely assigned to a big treatment room, instructed to change into a disposable underwear and laid down on the massage bed to be prepared for the treatment. My masseur (Khai) excused himself to prepare the ginger scrub. Distinctly, I could hear noise made from mortar and pestle for almost a good 10 minutes and it sounded like just a few steps away from me. I was thinking probably was just next door neighbors preparing dinner as I was literally in a private estate.
Khai came into the room with 2 bowls which I had no clue what was inside. In this point of time, the air condition was still in full blast and I didn't request to off it as I was still feeling hot from the 33 degrees outside the room. I excitedly got ready for the ginger scrub. Without any warning, Khai clumsily scooped a big portion of raw ginger mash, splashed all over on my back and started rubbing violently as if I owned him money. It was so shocking and rather stressful but me as a therapist myself naturally respect and more forgiving even though this standard of service was rather "unique". Few minutes later, a strong sense of tingling cold and spiciness cooling effect hitting on my whole body. I hold my breath as I thought that was supposed to be. Another 10 minutes later when I realized that the strong concoction of ginger mash and juice reacted on my skin was so unbearable, I sounded the alarm by calling STOP!!!!. I dashed to the bathroom and frantically jumping and hopping like a mad dog, in this case a "mad cat", rinsed off the ginger mash as fast as I could. After a good and long rinse, I hold my composure and acted normally back to the massage bed to continue my massage. Khai was in shocked too and I know he was a relatively new masseur with no proper training at all and he did not know how to react as well. I just awkwardly smiled at him and instructed him to continue with the massage.
After a long 2 hour of treatments, which started very badly. I was led to the living room again to wait for my friends to end their spa treatments. And again. Ginger tea was served!! Oh no!! Ginger again! I think I must be shivering when that cup of Ginger tea was in front me. Obviously, I was the laughing stock of that day when I told them my horrific encounter with the Ginger scrub.
My lesson learned was given chance in future I must have a good look inside the bowl or even touch the content before allow the masseur carry out the treatment, especially body scrub. I must say the owner of the spa was too creative by using such self concocted scrub recipe. Oh, my god!!!
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