Given the demographic of the majority of passengers on the
ship most of the activities are generated with them in mind. Bingo, shuffle board, old movies etc are
seriously not our cup of tea. As there
is a beauty spa on board I suggested to the Bear that we pay them a visit to
see what services are available. We
popped down to the Lotus Spa which seemed to be a little bit of an oasis on
board. It was quiet and welcoming and there
wasn’t a single walking frame in sight.
We grabbed a price list and took it with us to lunch so we could decide
if we would be game to part with some cold cash in the name of personal vanity. We decided we would have a “couples massage”.
Heading back to the spa for our massage, I worried about the
Bear as I remembered him going to one of those Chinese Masseuses in Adelaide
We were led into a massage room that housed two beds. We were left by ourselves to allow us a
moment to take off our gowns and cover ourselves with a towel. Just for the record undies were to be kept on…..which
is just as well as they would have had to remove them from our cold lifeless
bodies should that have been required.
After a few minutes our masseurs joined us and the panic on the Bears
face was evident. He sort of thought he
might have been allocated a man where as his masseuse was a very tall, very
strong handed, dark skinned lady from near Pretoria, Africa. I only the other hand had a short, dumpy (similar
to me) dark skinned lady from Botswana ,
Africa .
The massages were incredible. Both ladies were very skilled in their
profession and this was proven by the fact that the Bear started to snore half way through. I didn’t
think that I heard correctly at first, so tried to ask a little quietly whether my
husband was asleep. As another snore was
out before I finished by sentence, I burst out laughing! This woke up the Bear
and I was chastised (jokingly) by one of the very heavily accented ladies who
told me that I was “very naughty”. This
made me laugh even louder and the poor lady that was attempting to complete my “service”
found that she had a job on her hands….literally. My bits and pieces were
jiggling in a way that would have registered on the Richter scale.
Back up in our room we needed to shower to get rid of the
massage goop that we now wore. There was
no way that we could have gone down to dinner wearing the stuff. The oldies stared at us without shame without
a cause to do so, so I could only imagine what they would have done with our
skin glistening like a polished apple and smelling like lemon and juniper. I sat at my laptop whilst the Bear was in the
shower and he called out to ask if I knew what the red cord was, that hung in
there. I suggested to him that it might
have been some sort of alarm given the age of clientele that frequented this
cruise although I was not sure given that it did not have a sign nearby. Before I had finished talking the phone to our
stateroom rang. I called out to the Bear…..”You
pulled the bloody cord didn’t you?” Of
course…..I was right on both counts. He
had indeed pulled the cord, and it most definitely was an alarm!
