They lure you in with those early treatments. The relaxing massage after the long flight. The shirodhara after the long year (and it was a very long year because I have not had shirodhara since November 2009). And then it gets serious. Chavutti Thirumal they call it. They hang on to a rope and massage you with their feet. Just Beena walking up and down on me. It is supposed to make you more flexible and unblock any congested energy channels. 5 to 10 and I haven't fallen asleep yet, so maybe it is working.
Spent some time looking up the rest of my plan to see what treats are in store. There will be beatings with rice and powder, the pouring of warm oil, lime poultice, herbal medicines held in with banana leaf "so that the powerful medicines can penetrate deep in the brain" The banana leaf bit comes towards the end.
So here I am after being pounded with limes. I was quite green. They put limes in some muslin, and then they heat it up in oil and then they pound you with it. As you can see from the ninja headgear, they finish off the session with some more shirodhara. The shirodhara seems to be having an effect. After the second one I often have nightmares and find myself angry about something. Anyway, here I am in this beautiful place and I dreamt of the office. That's enough to make anyone fly into a rage. Add to that the lack of cups for a whole 10 minutes yesterday at breakfast time. Swiss ladies were drinking their tea our of soup bowls. Not those cool looking things favoured by the French. No, luggies as Burns called them. I was unable to drink my tea out of a soup bowl so I waited the ten minutes and then calculated how much my ten minutes had cost. That figure would come in handy in my campaign. I was outraged. I spent most of the day plotting my angry campaign. Trying to decide whether to give the Food and Beverage Manager a chance, or take it straight to the GM. Should I email my travel agent now about this shocking state of affairs, or should I wait until I get home. At one point I was considering dragging the manager with me into town so that we could shop for cups together and he could see how easy it is to buy cups here, and how cheap they are. The letters were writing themselves in my head, but I was too engrossed in my book (The Help) to actually act on any of it. And today, there were cups galore at breakfast time, everyone is smiling and efficient. And I am calm.
Spent some time looking up the rest of my plan to see what treats are in store. There will be beatings with rice and powder, the pouring of warm oil, lime poultice, herbal medicines held in with banana leaf "so that the powerful medicines can penetrate deep in the brain" The banana leaf bit comes towards the end.
So here I am after being pounded with limes. I was quite green. They put limes in some muslin, and then they heat it up in oil and then they pound you with it. As you can see from the ninja headgear, they finish off the session with some more shirodhara. The shirodhara seems to be having an effect. After the second one I often have nightmares and find myself angry about something. Anyway, here I am in this beautiful place and I dreamt of the office. That's enough to make anyone fly into a rage. Add to that the lack of cups for a whole 10 minutes yesterday at breakfast time. Swiss ladies were drinking their tea our of soup bowls. Not those cool looking things favoured by the French. No, luggies as Burns called them. I was unable to drink my tea out of a soup bowl so I waited the ten minutes and then calculated how much my ten minutes had cost. That figure would come in handy in my campaign. I was outraged. I spent most of the day plotting my angry campaign. Trying to decide whether to give the Food and Beverage Manager a chance, or take it straight to the GM. Should I email my travel agent now about this shocking state of affairs, or should I wait until I get home. At one point I was considering dragging the manager with me into town so that we could shop for cups together and he could see how easy it is to buy cups here, and how cheap they are. The letters were writing themselves in my head, but I was too engrossed in my book (The Help) to actually act on any of it. And today, there were cups galore at breakfast time, everyone is smiling and efficient. And I am calm.
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