The Adventures of Marianne

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Wax on, wax off

One of the many things you notice walking down Khao San Road in Bangkok, is the plethora of establishments offering Thai massages and beauty treatments. And yes, I know what you might be thinking, but they are actually offering massages. Anyways, we went there on the day we arrived in Bangkok, and after looking at the ridiculouly low prices, i figured I'd get a leg and bikini wax to prepare for the week on the beach we were going for in Hua Hin.

What I didn't realize, was that the low prices also reflected the process in which you get these "beauty treatments". In Canada, you get escorted to a private room, painted in white, with soothing music coming out of the speakers, and floral arrangements on the wall, and the esthetician is dressed in a white, nurselike outfit.

It was an entirely different scenario that met me in Bangkok. Now by all means, I'm not usually a very squeamish person - I've stayed in my share of shabby bungalows, sleeping on a mats on the floor with no electricity and a public hole in the ground toilet/bucket shower combo. But after going up two flights of stairs to a room reminiscent of a worn down criminal mental institution, I started feeling slightlyi uncomfortable. The room had a fan that rotated just slow enough to not have any cooling effect whatsoever, the wallpaper was peeling, and had an alarming case of mold across the ceiling that seemed to be rapidly spreading down the walls, and in the rather small room, about eight or nine empty beds with the stuffing falling out were lined up next to each other. On the counter nearby, an ominous-looking saucepan, filled with bubbling brown wax stood, and old newspapers covered the floors.

After one of the many estheticians that were draped spread newspapers over one of the beds, she told me to remove my undergarments and lie down. Now, waxing is uncomfortable enough in the "comfortable setting" of a domestic spa - it's not exactly fun to have a stranger pour hot wax on you and then tear out your hair, much less when it's clammy, dingy room, and four girls are giggling in thai with each other. But, you know, it wasn't all that bad - it would be over soon enough, and it was very cheap.

That's how I felt until the next person came in. And then another. And another. So there we are, 3 girls lying next to each other on top of old newspapers, sans undergarments. What do I say? "So..... This is awkward."

Silence.

Longest.15 minutes.ever.

2 Comments:

  • Meh. You clearly didn't go on enough sports trips in your youth.

    By Blogger DanieĀ£, at 11:17 pm  

  • These "sports trips" you mention sound pretty scary...

    By Blogger Marianne, at 3:50 am  

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