This afternoon my cousin decided that we should all get massages. So she calls someone and an hour later standing before us is a tiny woman, the size of an ompa lumpa. She was the cutest little thing.
My mum goes in first and she comes out an hour later, looking relaxed, laughing about a 'massage without borders.' She smiles at me slyly and says don't worry you'll see what i mean.
So i go into the room and first she massages my head, to do so she gets up on the bed on top of me and starts ploughing away; and boy is the lady strong for such a tiny person. Half in hour into the massage Ompa is massaging my legs, only when she's going up she's going all up. And since she speaks Hindi and doesn't understand a word I am saying, there is no way to have her 'explain' the process.
Ompa went on to massage every crevice and inch of my skin.
It's the most action I've got this month.