Knobcottage in China

After.   my first experience at a massage venue where I walked out because no one came, this was far more satisfactory, a nice, clean place with happy friendly staff.   When I entered the building the reception staff remembered me.   A good sign.   I explained what massage I wanted and was led to a room by one of the girls from reception.   A male member of staff then took over and we checked that everything was in order.   They then told me that a technician would be with me shortly.   Technician is the term for a masseur or masseuse here.   It had been a very humid day and my clothes, as usual, were wet with sweat, so I asked for a towel.   The girl came back shortly with a towel and a couple of bottles of shower gel and shampoo, and a massage ‘suit’, which was a pair of shorts and a top. The massage 'bed' with my free pair of socks.  I would like to point out that the yellow mark on the matress is a logo, not a stain!...

  Trip to the massage Venue. Now for those of you with slightly more dodgy minds, there is a certain irony in the title; don’t just skip to the last story!   And, if you have just read the last story and haven’t yet read this one yet, then shame on you! In the morning I had helped one of my friends with some translation work, and I decided that, as the first draft of my presentation work was completed and logged, then it was time for something different.   I decided I’d try a massage.   The other day after a chance meeting in the street, I had paid a visit to a massage venue. (I hate the word parlour).   It looked nice.   So, I started to walk into town and headed in that direction.   I stopped at the bank to pick up some cash.   Just before I got to the bank, I got a message from the ‘massage lady’ that I had met the day before.   What a coincidence!..and maybe a good omen?   I got my money and walked off in the general directi...