After our tour of Goa, we are delighted to have found a stretch of beach which has postcard like qualities. Still feeling weak and traumatised from the memory of the evening before with my head in a toilet bowl, I decided to treat myself to a foot and leg massage on the beach. What do you get for 4 euros? ….well it’s not quite the spa like quality we Europeans are accustomed to.,,,, photo to follow….trying not to notice the vegetable cooking oil placed between my legs, I attempted to do some deep breathing techniques in order to survive the assault on my lower limbs…..
When she wanted to know if Dani would also like massage I cheerily said, ” I’m sure she’d love one.” Jumping over the overly large and very angry looking Alsation outside the shack – I gave Dani my purse and said “Go on, treat yourself” 😂😂😂
Had I two spare rashers of bacon in my rucksack I could surely place them on my vegetable oil covered legs and have a full English brekkie in 5 mins 😄
