Peaceful massage
(Massage: Suzhou, China)
My mum and aunt have become addicted, just as we warned them they would; massage is hard to resist after the first couple of sessions. We have actually been every single day since they arrived in Suzhou, each time for foot massage. If there are three or more patrons having massage together, towards the end, they all sit and drum on our legs in rhythmic unison (which is actually quite amusing). We took a photo so you could enjoy the view too.
Here we are from L-R; numbers 59, 16, 25 and 137, ‘the golden ones’, the best in the whole massage parlour. I do know all their real names, except number 16 – I’ve met him very rarely. You can see the furthest masseur is giving us a peace sign.
In about ten minutes from now (as I write it’s 20:10 on Sunday) we’ll be catching a taxi to get our Beijing overnight train. I am getting quite agitated at the thought of me and the goofball sisters in separate train compartments. I have practiced the phrase, “please can I swap tickets with you” several times to Ying’s approval so hopefully we can manage to gather in one room together.
I don’t know how easy it will be for me to update this over the coming week in Beijing. I shall do my best – don’t expect too much as the hotel internet may be far too slow to cope with the wonders of China meets Rosie’s family.
Looks like you are having a ball ladies.