Reflexology

What it actually looked like...

What it looked like with a FLASHHHH!

On my first Sunday afternoon in the Great Palembang, Annie and Diane (colleagues/housemates) took me to Reflexology. I didn’t know what it was either.

So, this is what happens: you come in and you’re brought to these beds that are lined up in this very dark room. There are all kinds of ornaments, some Mediterranean/Oriental lounge music is playing and in the background you hear an indoor fountain streaming away. It was all very relaxing.

You sit down on the bed and you’re brought a bowl with pebbles and hot water to put your feet in. You soak them and then the masseur comes back and then, you know, shit is on. My masseur installed himself behind me and started working his magic on my shoulders, back and head.

Let me tell you: Reflexology is not for the faint of heart as it requires quite the tolerance for pain.

This guy’s hands looked really normal but when he started kneading, it was as if his hands transformed into hands of steel with MASSIVE power. And then he started to use his elbows and knees, which were also made of titanium and put immense pressure on my tender little body. You know how old cars get crushed at junkyards and stuff? Well, the Reflexology place was the junkyard, I was the old car and the masseur was the crusher.

And it was WONDERFUL! No, seriously, I haven’t felt more relaxed in over two months. The best thing about it, you ask? Well, it lasted for 90 fucking minutes and set me back only 65000 Rupiah! Score!

My advice to you, my dear readers, is to get on this reflexology bandwagon like NOW!