This is not the pamper destination that was in the brochure. I thought I going to be whisked into a fuzzy glow in the hands of real professionals.
I knew something was not quite right when I was dropped off at the dead of night near the mouth of a cave. There was a handwritten sign, ‘Thermal Therapy Rooms.’ So I reckoned, sure I’m here, I may as well have a look-see.
What was I THINKING!
Wandering down cave tunnels in the pitch dark.
There’s a gurgling; a strange slurping sound dead ahead.
A faint whiff of marmite lingers in the air.
Am I wading though grated cheese or crusty toenail clippings?
Large bloodshot eyes blink at me.
If this is a thermal therapy room, then these are the weirdest looking therapists I have ever seen.
This is not what I had in mind for my mid-week break.
Beeeee Jeeeeepers!
16/06/2010 at 1:30 pm Permalink
OH NOOOO! What are you going to do now? Did you try screaming? If they offer you a facial..I’d say no…the toenail clippings would take exfoliation to a whole new level!!
I’d rescue you but I don’t even now where you are? I’ll fly around for a while and see if I can hear you!
16/06/2010 at 8:59 pm Permalink
And definitely don’t go for the mudpack. That ain’t mud…
23/06/2010 at 11:46 am Permalink
Don’t drink the ‘Organic Apple Juice’ either. Just saying.