In the world of business travel, sometimes a massage is the only relief for jet lag. When you spend 15+ hours in a dehydration chamber 30,000 miles up, swollen legs, feet and lymphatic system are screaming for help.
Just like Christine, seeking out a massage when the wheels hit the ground is sometimes the only way to function and be able to work the next day. We would often times find ourselves with an hour or two free on an evening or weekend, first thought…Take a WOMENT and get a massage!
About 15 years ago, I was on the usual China, Hong Kong and India circuit. My sourcing team and I had been on the road for about 3 weeks and India was the last stop. This particular trip was interesting because our team was grounded for a weekend at the hotel due to a bombing in the city. Yes, a bit of an alarming scenario…needless to say, we were all a little stressed out and ready to get home.
There were two men, myself and another woman on our trip. She and I decided to relieve some of that stress and make an appointment at the hotel spa. We each went into our separate rooms and the most interesting massage of my life commenced. What I had in mind was the basic therapeutic back massage, work out some kinks, nothing crazy…that’s what I signed up for anyway.
A therapist came in, she was half my size and everything I expected started to happen. UNTIL…she started walking on my back. Okay, this isn’t totally crazy, but I’ve never experienced it. Hmmm, I thought that was something new.
She flipped me over and in a firm voice said, “Lower your towel!”
I pulled it down a little to show my décolletage. She said, “NO, all the way!” She wants me to do what? Then she ripped my towel off, she was on a mission to get shit done…WOMENT philosophy. Yep, totally topless. I didn’t think I was going to get a breast exam, but this was next level full on boob massage..with exfoliator too. I had a mask over my eyes and it took everything in me not to bust out laughing because I was in SHOCK!
When I got dressed and stepped out to meet my colleague in the hallway, we both looked at each other and died laughing. I said, “Am I crazy, or did we just get a boob massage?” Her personality is a little more timid and reserved, but she burst out laughing and said “I’ve never had my boobs exfoliated before!”
WOMENT or not? To this day, I’m not entirely sure, but I’ll never forget my massage in India.
