For two people who love getting massaged, it took Christian and I a ridiculously long time to figure out that we could get massages during Nico’s naps. I believe we were a week into our trip before Christian suggested it, but from that point on, it became a daily occurrence. We’d walk Nico to sleep and then immediately high tail it to the nearest massage place.
On the whole, Thai massages are fabulous. I had one truly disappointing massage, which is a pretty good average, I find, as I’m rather picky about my massages. The best one I had was on our last day, in Bangkok. The masseuse bent her head in a silent prayer before beginning the massage, and the gods apparently heard her out, as it ranked among the best I’ve had. Thai massage involves a combination of rubbing, poking, and bending (the bending is very similar to yoga postures), and this woman knew exactly how to align body parts to get the most out of each action (without breaking my back).
It’s a little disappointing to have gone through that and then come back home to the rubbing and pounding of Chinese massage. Though I suppose after a few, I won’t mind so much anymore as any massage is better than none at all.