While I was at the beauty parlour I figured it would be a good idea to have an Advardic massage to loosen up before my first yoga class. This was my first Advadic massage and I must confess it was a rather traumatic experience. The massage was done in a little ‘room’ off the side of the beauty parlour. The little massage ‘room’ wasn’t even a room, it was separated from the main area of the beauty parlour by a net curtain…. yes, a net curtain – not a real curtain.
I was told to strip off and lie down on a massage table. The massage table had no towel and I wasn’t allowed to keep my undies on, they didn’t even give me any disposable undies…. I wasn’t feeling very comfortable about this at all so the woman gave me a little towel to cover myself. As soon as I lay down she promptly took it away while giggling at my obvious discomfort. Sigh. ‘Oh well…’ I thought, ‘…this is a good time not to be a prude. Build a bridge and get over it!’. So I tried to relax (as much as I could) and enjoy the massage.
I didn’t enjoy the massage at all… she burnt my leg with the hot oil, the massage wasn’t as deep as I like it and I ended up very very oily. I did, however, think may have been good preparation for child birth…. you know having to show your bits to strangers, no sense of space/privacy.
At the end of the massage she proceeded to towel me off with a hot steamy flannels (nb: hot = burning) and wiped me down. I tell ya, it was plain weird. I couldn’t decide if I felt like an old person at an old folks home or a baby – either way, it was weird having someone else wiping me down. THEN… she told me to get up and tried to towel me dry. I told her to go away…. ‘I can handle it, thank you very much’.
So that was my first adavardic experience… I think it would have been ok had there been some privacy or some sort of a relaxing atmosphere. Where is my wonderful Wellington Masseuse (Jay) when I need him!!!