Pressure OK? Part 2 – Dear Newbie

This evenings’ activities ended, as many do, with a quick trip in to the night markets for a massage. For fifteen bucks it just seems wrong to not have one if I’m in the city at night. Towards end of my compulsory foot soak, Roy – who I know to be in possession of the…

Pressure OK?

I love a really good massage. There’s nothing quite like it. Kneading my needy muscles is the surefire quickest way to my heart. That first squeeze on the top of the shoulders sends tingles down my arms and legs. My eyes close and as I exhale, my head goes light.  My eyes roll back in…