Three greatest words: hot stone massage
I’m in Karma Spa and Wellness in what must be one of the most spectacularly dramatic scenes for a massage – a 500-foot eyrie above the Indian Ocean.
Before the stones though, I’m first given a tour of spa and its smattering of treatment rooms strung along the cliff top. The centerpiece, an open-air platform, where sunrise yoga and sunset massages are performed, features an infrared detox sauna and a Himalayan crystal salt pool.
My masseuse introduces herself as Yanti and leads me into a room with its sheer drop over the Indian Ocean. Below mighty rollers close out against the rocky shore.
“Mr Jonathan please take off your clothes and put these on. I will wait outside,’’ says Yanti.
‘These’ are a small pair of disposable underpants and a white cotton sarong.
Now where were we? Ah yes, the massage. For music I’m offered what I assume are the usual whale groans, but I opt instead for the sound of the sea coming in through the open window.
The massage begins with the full Balinese massage treatment; oils and a nice gentle rub down.
The hot stones are oiled and one at a time rubbed gently over my entire body. The hot stones, not too hot, mind, are left on my chakra points. After a while there are about a dozen on my body, lightly aligning my chakras.
I fall asleep a couple of times and I’m awakened by my own snores – I may stay for eternity. I contemplate running towards the light and the brief 500-foot flight of nothingness before the splash and then …
“It’s 12.30,’’ Yanti says.
“Holy cow I gotta go,’’ I yelp.
She tries to persuade me to stay, but I explain that I have an appointment and hate to keep people waiting.
I leave with my various chakras completely aligned and beat my luncheon companion to the table at Di Mare.
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