Thai Massage in Ban Dung
In my 12 years of travelling to the Land of Smiles, I have only ever visited a Thai massage parlour once. I’ll correct that. Once, that being, a Thai massage to cure my aches and pains, but in my early years in Pattaya, there were a few other visits to such places, but let’s just say boys will be boys.
That first and only genuinely intentional visit was to a Thai massage parlour in Soi Buakhao, Pattaya. I’d left England’s shores nursing a painful back complaint, and the 12-hour flight had made it worse. After a few days partying in Thailand’s wild-child resort, my back’s condition had deteriorated. I decided the only remedy was a traditional Thai massage.
I entered the Soi Buakhao massage parlour knowing too well that bed springs got replaced as often as aromatic oils. My chosen masseuse took me to an upstairs room, where I explained my condition and the pain I was suffering. She then put forth her position, she didn’t know how to massage and liked being on top, although she could do doggie and ‘mission-hairy’ too. For the record, I hit the streets of Soi Buakhao one hour later with my back even worse for wear.
I arrived in Thailand this time with my back none too good. And despite Wonderful Wi’s efforts at our village home to knead the nerd back to health, it was looking like it would be a slow process. She kept hinting I should go to Ban Dung, a small town 30 kilometres from our village home, for a proper Thai massage. Hints grew to badgering, and finally, I gave in.
Ban Dung Massage
When Wilai and I visit Ban Dung, she goes for a two-hour massage, and I hit a beer bar or two. This time I’d be joining her, but I had decided 30 minutes of inactivity would be the most I could take. I am a bit of a nervous fidget, and besides, Pattaya had made me very sceptical about Thai massage parlours. That, Wilai continually trumpeting their benefits. How wrong I was.
Ban Dung’s massage shop made full use of its yardage. There were six single size mattresses laid along the length of the premises. Luckily, there were two available when we arrived. The atmosphere within was one of banter and joy between the massage ladies and their clients. I’m sure I heard ‘farang’ whispered a few times, quickly followed by muffled laughter. My massage was so relaxing I twice fell asleep only to quickly snap back to reality as my masseuse continued to work her magic.
My massage experience in Bang Dung changed my views on one of Thailand’s oldest practices. That experience finally buried the bad vibes caused by my Pattaya one. And now my back is so much better.
A 30-minute massage cost me just 50 baht and Wilai’s two-hour session 200 baht. A total of five English pounds or eight US dollars. Once again proving what a great value holiday destination Thailand is if you are prepared to sample life outside of the tourist brochure resorts.
How about you, have the likes of Pattaya and Bangkok’s sex massage parlours rubbed you up the wrong way, and you now steer clear of a Thai massage, or have you found the more traditional style massage houses give you the right kind of relief. A relief to your body, and your wallet too.
Now I am hooked.