Oh no, what have I done. One of the friends I'm away with is a long time Bali Forumite, has heard about my SHR and is insisting that I keep it up while we are here. Oh well......
I took myself off to get a massage yesterday. I had made a note that the Eve spa had been recommended on here before, especially Eve 1. Eve 2 was just down the road though, so I headed there. It seemed ok, quite small, but it was clean, they had private rooms and they seemed very friendly.
I strip off as requested and lie down with my face in the hole. Now having had a few sports remedial type massages back home, I know the score, you keep your kegs on, they put a towel over your rear end, tuck it into the top of your undies and politely pull it down a little, so that they can get to your lower back............well in she walks and pulls my kegs down quite unceremoniously exposing my great white hairy buns to the sky. Hellooo!.................She did say 'take clothes off', but surely she didn't mean? Then she goes to work on my shoulders and I'm wondering why my rear has to be so exposed. As the knots in my shoulders get a good work out, I start to forget about my backside. I asked for a 1 ½ hour Balinese and reflexology massage, I can't have been half way through and I am really needing to go to the loo. Why do I have to drink so much water? Now it's a bit embarrassing to ask for a loo break in the middle of a massage isn't it? I try to forget about it and hang on......no I need to go.......I'll wait until she asks me to turn over I think.......no I have got to go, so I jump up asking for the loo and head to put my shorts back on, she steps in the way, holding up a transparent cotton sheet thing, with a very fetching flowery pattern and insists on wrapping me up in it up to my armpits. Now I've seen the wife wondering around from time to time with a towel or whatever wrapped around her in this way......what must I look like. I've already lost all sense of dignity after the a**se exposure, so what the hell and I take off through the reception area.
I must say it was a fantastic massage and I felt great after. It cost about $12, not bad considering the hotel wanted $40US for an hour's massage. Speaking of which, at dinner last night, one of my friends, J, was recounting his massage experience at the hotel that afternoon. Here they had asked J to strip off and put on a nice pair of plastic panties. Yes and the young man that presented said panties, did use the word 'panties'. I think it was from here that J was starting to stress. Apparently as J's face is in the hole, looking down at the drooling bowl (as T calls it) he was keeping count with his fingers the number of times contacts was being made with his n**s. He ran out of fingers........Mmmm I'm starting to feel much better about my backside exposure incident. Then N starts to express her surprise about how after her full body massage (and the expression full body is starting to take on a completely new meaning now) it seemed that her breasts were also included in the massage experience, following which the lady politely asked if she could massage N's face. N thinks.... You've just massaged my breasts why are you asking permission to massage my face?
It was a good day to be getting massages anyway as it poured this afternoon, which was fine, I'd been expecting this from my forum research. It didn't rain for long though and it was dry by the time we went out for dinner. We all decided to go to 3 monkeys, which I was happy about, as I'd wanted to try it. Yum, Yum, had the most delish noodles, her indoors had the spiced chicken which was good too, J has the laksa, which looked perfect. (could I stay on and keep on ordering?) The prices weren't bad too, especially for the quality, although it is definitely a little more expensive in Ubud compared to Kuta. The wife and I had 2 margaritas, 2 strawberry dacquiris, 1 large bintang, a couple of sparkling water, Vietnamese rice rolls, bruscheta, Kway Teoa and Ayam Betuta, all for 370k. I'd go back tonight and happily order the same again, excellent for the price and a shed load better than Café Wayan, sorry Wayan but it's just gotta be said.
We are off to Seminyak this afternoon, we feel like we are only just getting into this hotel, 2 nights was enough to get right into it, but feel like you want to stay on. I do feel a little embarrassed that the only member of the very friendly staff whom I'm on first name terms with is Aldi the Alsatian guard, (actually he's not really all that friendly to be honest) that's probably because I am suffering withdrawals from my 10 month old puppy - Tango. I'd definitely recommend and I'll certainly return to the Komaneka, it was really good, lying in J and N's plunge pool last night after dinner with a scotch in hand watching the lightning flash across the sky and listening to the frogs, I wonder what the Sofitel in Seminyak is going to be like.