Travel Diary: Chiang Mai

It’s 36 degrees, I’m covered in a layer of sweat and as I walk down the small laneway leading back to our hotel I am certain there are people wondering why I’m covered in oil and looking particularly awkward. There’s a damn good explanation for it, I’ll have you know. After a delicious breakfast at our favourite little cafe, Matt and I decided to treat ourselves to a full body massage. We walked in full of hope, our minds running through visions of relaxation, bliss and nirvana…. which is exactly the opposite of what happened. The massage parlour’s wonderful masseuse ladies have taken their lunch break, leaving behind the only two men who work there. The shop manager kindly asks me if I mind a boy massaging me. I feel too awkward to say no because I worry if I do, it’ll be a sexist act towards this friendly looking fellow, who probably gives a wonderful massage! So, I nod and smile, “Yes… a boy is fine.” Matt is snickering at me. Don’t worry, his giggles will soon fade. I’ve opted for a full body aromatherapy oil massage, while Matt has chosen a full body Thai massage. If you don’t (...)