Slice of Life Story -Best Foot Forward in Bali
In Bali the days drift slowly across the page...
I am fortunate to have two weeks of vacation courtesy of school vacation time inAustralia . The time difference between Australia and Bali is two hours, but the difference in the pace of living is considerably greater.
It is the Hindu celebration of ‘Galungan’ when Dharma (virtue) triumphed over Adharma (evil) So the streets are quiet and trade is slow.
I have done a lot of walking while inBali , so in search of a much needed foot reflexology massage. I enter the Magic Fingers Bali Spa in Seminyak. I am welcomed by a small lady in a uniform. As I enter, another woman is cleaning an enormous tank of tiny fish. Soothing music fills the room. The young woman who offers to massage my feet is small and slight, but her diminutive stature proves misleading for I am about to discover- she possesses fingers of steel!
She massages with fierce determination, pressing, prodding and poking into the soles of my feet. I feel her thumbs search for the pressure points in my toes and I try to disguise my discomfort. This is definitely not skin polishing! I want to wriggle free of the occasional, yet acute pain that comes with her intense massaging. Relax, smile I tell myself. She smiles and I sip on the ice water drink she has kindly provided.
This is a journey through agony and ecstasy. This is a not a tickle fest, but it works wonders. For the remainder of the day, I’m like Katrina and the Waves- I’m walking on sunshine! My legs feel reenergized. The small lady with fingers of steel has prepared me well. No pain, no gain…
I am fortunate to have two weeks of vacation courtesy of school vacation time in
It is the Hindu celebration of ‘Galungan’ when Dharma (virtue) triumphed over Adharma (evil) So the streets are quiet and trade is slow.
I have done a lot of walking while in
She begins by gently bathing my feet in a small foot bath. The water has a hint of rosewater. Assorted petals float on the surface. She gently lifts each foot and dries it carefully and deliberately. From this moment forward the scene changes dramatically for my tired feet.
She massages with fierce determination, pressing, prodding and poking into the soles of my feet. I feel her thumbs search for the pressure points in my toes and I try to disguise my discomfort. This is definitely not skin polishing! I want to wriggle free of the occasional, yet acute pain that comes with her intense massaging. Relax, smile I tell myself. She smiles and I sip on the ice water drink she has kindly provided.
This is a journey through agony and ecstasy. This is a not a tickle fest, but it works wonders. For the remainder of the day, I’m like Katrina and the Waves- I’m walking on sunshine! My legs feel reenergized. The small lady with fingers of steel has prepared me well. No pain, no gain…
When I started reading I thought a foot massage sounded like a great idea. Then as you described it and periods of discomfort were described, I thought maybe not. But your final analysis of reenergized feet made me think the pain was worth it. Thanks for taking me on this journey in such an exotic land.
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