massage

I didn't have too many conversations in The UK about where to go for a good massage, in Luang Prabang massage is a typical dinner conversation, how good is that!
A massage costs £4 an hour, there's heaps of choice, I go twice a week, relaxation doesn't always spring to mind, perhaps no pain no gain is more accurate. The massagers are only 4 feet but they're so strong; there's walking on backs, vice lice grips, thumping, deep-deep kneading, sometimes I'm enjoy the extra-deep pressure and feel my knots shrinking, other times I'm holding back tears or giggles of pain.
One memorable massage - it started with her sneezing on me, I shreaked in disgust, she apologised but just massaged her snot into my back, yuck. Then she moved onto my legs, I was lying face down, she gripped and pinched my calf, oouch, pain, i reflexing jerked my other leg up kicking her, my turn to apologise, it was a massss....arrgge dizzzzzzzz......arrrrster, I'm sure Craig would have left without paying, I gave her a tip!