E4 : oh spa me stupid

day 2, 3 and 4 generally went like this. we woke. we ate. we spa-ed ourselves stupid over and over again. dee more than me tho. her main agenda was to be one with the spa. mine was to get as much sun to last me a year. goodness knows when i'd get another helping of vitamin D!

neeways, here we are welcoming you to the bali kharma mahalaya spa where strange (not loopy strange, but unfamiliar strange) women manipulated our naked beings with coffee, coconut, papaya and more. but not all at once of course.

our relax reflexes became so conditioned to the sounds of the spa that we were like pavlov's dogs whenever we heard the combination of looped folk indonesian music and the sound of running water. instinctively we will start stripping and lie face down.




this is what i saw when i was lying face down

when i flipped over, i was greeted to the rattle of this rickety fan which created a cool balinese breeze in it's monotonous motion.


yeah, this is THE life :)