Beer massage

While I was out with the girls last night at the Strand, Andrew went out with the boys and had an adventure of his own. The male teachers from last year went to take him to something they call a beer massage, which is really a massage palour in the basement of a hotel where you can drink beer and smoke a cigar while getting a massage. The funny thing is that the place looks like whorehouse, but it isn’t. It is only a massage palor. The guys go and choose a girl to give them a massage. Because the Myanmar women are not allowed to actually touch the men, all the men have to wear these long pajamas while getting a massage (women luckily can actually receive an oil massage because Myanmar women can touch other women). So all the men lay on tables together in the massage room and receive the most painful massage of their life. It is a type of Thai massage where they are stepped on and their bodies are twisted in all sorts of weird ways. I guess it is so painful you are relieved when it is over. The guys go not because they like it but because it is so funny. They spend half of the time laughing at each other in pain.
I guess Andrew was laughing so hard (in his high pitched cackle) that a massage girl actually came over, slapped him in his face and told him to shut up : ) You might ask why would I let my husband go to such a place? Well, the answer is …it’s a rite of passage, we’re here and he might as well try it. Also knowing that Andrew is the least flexible person on this planet, I thought it would be funny for him to have his body painfully twisted into positions he could never achieve by himself. Ahh….yes, these are the experiences we live for!