After yesterday, the "simply being" of Hawaiian lomi lomi massage is feeling like clay in the hands of a master potter. Warm and gentle at times; at other times, strong with pressure and energy. The masseuse left me as a pile of mush that needed to be scraped off the table and back to the world.
At Mamalahoa Hot Tubs & Massage, we soaked away tense muscles in a wonderful hot tub secluded in their private garden santuary. Here, the only interruptions were a few birds wandering the garden paths and a breadfruit that dropped from a tree. The knots, muscle tightness, and poor circulation were then kneaded from our bodies on the massage tables.









1 comment:
Lol - or it could read "God is smiling on the hot assed homosexual??"
This is coming at you from the farm near Macklin, SK - don't worry if you have no idea where that is! Sometimes I even wonder! Wishing you a Merry Christmas! Back to the pressed meat and drunken family...
Philip
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