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This is the Way Spa-ing it is Done

They have places here called jjimjilbangs that are essentially a little piece of heaven and are exactly what spas were meant to be.

Imagine 5 different whirlpools, all with different temperatures, a hot sauna, a wet sauna, various 'vanity' sinks at which you can sit and groom yourself and to top it off, two ladies at the back giving the best scrubs, rubs and massages you can imagine.

Massages and rubs that cost LESS than 3 gin and tonics at Morrisons in Belfast. That's only 2 hours worth of drinking...

Okay, now suspend belief a little while longer, try not to get weirded out and just simply take all your clothes off.

Then, just walk around like it's totally normal, because everyone else there is naked so there's nothing really to the fact that you're naked.

I'm think this may actually beat out Body Pump at the gym. I never thought I would say that.

But skin has never looked or felt better. I was so relaxed and yesterday, I could even feel the toxins leaking out of me.

Belfast had the 'work less, party more' attitude. Korean has the 'work like you've never worked before' and then go and relax in a hot sauna, with a bunch of other ladies you don't know but who will see more of than most of your close friends in your lifetime.

I am imagining some of you reading this and I'm imagining myself reading it before I actually came here and thinking, 'are you nuts?' but I guess, as the old V joke would go, 'it's a location thing'.

Get here and you'll get it.

Now, if I could just figure out this whole working culture thing...maybe I could mash the Belfast work culture with the Korea relax culture and just create my own island somewhere.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey A

How do you know the nice Korean ladies aren't talking about your bits and pieces? Need to brush up on some Korean anatomy terms eh? Hee Hee

Love
ms
Travelling Chick said…
MS

oh my god. i never thought of that. oh great. guess there are a few setbacks to this whole relaxation thing....;)

xx

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