Most people love massages. Not me! The idea of a stranger manhandling my body strikes terror in my heart. We were in a hotel in Beijing when Nancy and I spotted a sign in the lobby advertising massages.
We had just climbed the Great Wall and found out why everyone calls it "climbing". It's not a flat walk. It's mostly very steep hills. It was exhausting. We probably needed a massage.
Unfortunately we pointed out the sign to Dickie (the benefactor of our trip). Dickie loved to embarrass us.
Very soon after we got to our room, two male masseuses knocked at our door. They had towels draped over their arms. We didn't know the protocol. Do you take your clothes off? Nothing doing! They motioned for us to lay down on the beds. They didn't speak English. We didn't speak Chinese. Why did we trust them? I think it's because they were wearing white coats and looked official.
WAIT THERE'S MORE EMBARRASSING MOMENTS;