Here are the stories about the more unusual massages received in other countries.
My first massage in foreign country was in Thailand. I was traveling alone but had met up withanother woman from Europe. She mentioned that they give massages infront of some of the temples. So weheaded on over to one such temple in Chaing Mai. There was a large tent type of structure infront of the temple. We were shown inand given a pair of denim baggy shorts with an elastic band, and a denim topwith an elastic band that goes around your chest like a sleeveless,shoulderless top. Since the massagetables were not secluded, I was glad to have them. Then two women started the Thai massage on me. There was a guy there also, a friend oftheirs I assume, which carried on a conversation with them as they worked onme. They pulled my legs and arms outwards andstretched them every which way. Onewould pull in one direction and the other woman in a different direction. There was no real relaxation involved, but itdid get my muscles stretched. Maybe it is a form of passive yoga. I just lay there while two women put my bodyinto yoga positions. I was then alllimbered up and ready to go do more sightseeing.
On a bicycling trip to Viet Nam, I was told about themassages we could get in Ho Chi Min city, which was the final destination ofthe bicycle route, and when our leg muscles and shoulder muscles needed somehelp with a good massage. I was shownto a lounge type chair where I sat. Avery small young Vietnamese woman came in and started with to massage my feet andarms. Then I was placed on a massagetable face down. She started the massagesomewhat as a normal U.S.type massage, but then she got up and stood on top of my back and used her feetand heels to dig deeper into my back muscles. There were bars above her that she could hold for balance as she walkedaround on my back. I was thinking,"What is this? There is some womanwalking around on my back." I wassure glad she was a small woman at that time.
I was on another bicycle trip, this time in Ireland. After a grueling day bicycling we arrived ina town on the seashore. There was a spanext to the hotel which advertised sea weed baths and massages. I thought, why the hell not, and made areservation for next afternoon at 4:00 pm. After checking in I was shown a room where I would be. After changing and putting on my robe, I wasfirst shown to the steam room where I could stew for about 10 minutes while myseaweed infused with the steaming hot water in the tub. I was shown that when ready, I was to go tomy room with the tub full of this large bulbous seaweed and put in enough coldwater to make it bearable to get into. They would then notify me in about an hour at which time I was to pullthe chain of a cold water shower head directly above the tub to get a coldrinse. This would then be followed up bya 20 minute massage. So after the steamroom I moseyed on down to the tub room and opened the cold water faucet on thetub until a temperature was achieved that I could comfortably get in. I could always put in more hot water, ifneeded. The tub was about a 1/4 full ofthe seaweed and now it was all floating around me. As I looked out I could see everything goingon in the street, including all people who walked by. OK. I'm laying there stark naked and watching this. The window was treated so you can only see inone direction. However, it is still abit discerning when you are totally naked only a few feet away from someonewalking by. So I began my soak. After an hour I was still soaking, so I added some more hot water as the water gotcooler. Another half hour passedby. I now look like an old prune. I add more hot water. Another 15 minutes passed and I think the spacloses at 6:00. Did they forget me? Am I going to rot here in the tubforever? Finally I hear the bell and Iget up and pull the shower cord and cool off. Maybe they figured out I was here when they went around on the facilitycheck before closing for the night. Iwas then led to the massage room. Thewoman masseuse then started the massage. It consisted of fast repetitive continual slapping with the edge of herhands. This is usually what you may getat the final minute of a massage to get the circulation going. I got that for 20 minutes. My circulation was in good shape at the endof that session. Waterlogged and backslapped, I managed my way back to my room at the hotel next door.