22/11/2011 - 24/11/2011 33 °C
Fortunately Varkala is a great place to convalesce because Lach’s seafood gamble didn’t pay off…perhaps he will finally start listening to me now (although I doubt it!). Day 1 here was pretty much spent relaxing while Lach slept off his Delhi belly…it is not a bad place to relax though, a beachside resort perched on a clifftop.
We have spent the rest of the time just enjoying the sunshine (it is SO hot), the sand, the sea, the sunsets and the many cafes that line the clifftop.
Yesterday we decided to indulge in some ayurverdic massages (a specialty of Kerala)…unfortunately they didn’t turn out to be as relaxing as we had hoped! Firstly I was asked to strip completely naked in front of the masseuse while she tied a piece of material through my legs (not pleasant). I then lay on a leather bed…hmm, very hygienic. The massage then began and I was literally bathed in oil, oil which smelt suspiciously like vegetable oil…yuk! All in all, not an experience I would like to repeat. Lach would like to describe his massage experience as well (he appears to be quite traumatised)...
"Upon sight of the buff young man the nerves immediately sprang to life. I’m not sure if it was the gorilla size hands or the black vinyl apron he was wearing that worried me most, is this massage or surgery? Regardless, entering the room with hesitation, I was asked (as expected) to undress. Oh, you want me to take it all off? While you stand behind me? How strange (feeling a little vulnerable).
Expecting a towel, (and seeing what I wanted to see) I soon I discovered the pair of arms reaching around me from behind were in fact tying what can only be described as a tribal loin cloth.
The surgeon leaves the room…why? I’m already naked! Returning with the chair from reception he requests me to sit. WTF, compliance is now the only way forward. Sitting there, wondering how many others have sat, cheeks bared on the reception chair, I can’t help but also wonder how many others have used the tribal cloth (its like a G-string, minus the G… just a string).
The massage begins, ok, just relax. A light addition of oil, yes, normal, oh, hang on, the entire dish is now being poured on my head, followed by furious, skull numbing rubbing. My hands are gripped tight, I’m tense, finally the reception chair is returned to its rightful place, reception.
The sanctuary of the massage table beckons. Oh, you are removing all the towels, WHY? Only to reveal yet more vinyl, now in mattress form. Sorry, you want me to lie face up? In my cloth? Half hanging out?
The application of yet more oil precedes more furious rubbing. I am stiff as a board, could this get any more unpleasant? Apparently it can. The oil slowly becomes a lake, answering my earlier query regarding towels, though I have forgotten about this due to having my legs pressed against my chest, revealing things no one needs to see. I wonder how Kaz is doing, try not to focus on being here, find the happy place.
Another half hour passes and it’s finally over. I leave feeling more stressed than when I entered and perhaps a little psychologically wounded, time will tell."
As you can probably tell Lach found the experience even worse than me!
Today has been a bit cloudy so we have just spent the time catching up on some travel planning and learning some more Spanish in between the power cuts. The power cuts are so frequent here, I would say we only have electricity for about half of the day – Lach has even been able to use his head torch again!
We head to Mumbai tomorrow…apparently it is all about the night scene so we plan to try out a few of the bars!
Adios for now!