Aaaahhhh...

After a brutally long flight back and a week of jetlag-induced sleeplessness, the muscles in my neck and back froze into painful knots.  I decided to treat myself to a massage.


I chose Le Royal's spa because it was cheap, a masseuse was available, and they offered access to their steam rooms, sauna and hot tub before and after the massage.  Also, because Le Royal looks exactly what I imagine the Rameumptom or Tower of Babel looked like:

Tam, my massage therapist, was amazingly, wonderfully, brilliantly, awesome.  It felt a little like she was scraping and removing the knots from my muscles.  During the first thirty minutes, she must have exclaimed eight or nine times "Oh - your back is soooo tired."  Yes, 32 hours in Economy seats will do that to you.  


I thought we'd moved on from that line of thought, after she moved on from my back.  But, at the very end of the massage, she began crunching the muscles, bones and sinews at the base of my toes, on my left feet.  


"Does that hurt?" she asked.  
"Yes, very much..." I answered, thinking 'Please don't re-break my foot!' 
"That's because this is your back (*reflexology)!" Long pause. "Your back is sooooo tired!"


By the time our hour was up, Tam had successfully smoothed out many of the knots and muscle aches, leaving me pain free and able to finally sleep through the early morning call to prayer.