Busan & her secret (?) ninjas.

So we're back in Busan.
We found a massage place in Busan that had good ratings & thought we'd give it a try. We were able to get a couples room to enjoy the experience at the same time. The massueses were talking to each other pretty much the whole time, however who cared? We couldn't understand them. Yet I couldn't help but think mine was laughing w/ her colleague at my squirms; she had strength! 💪 If I thought Thai massages were torture, then Korean massages are (for me) P.O.W. material. I heard bones crack that I didn't think possible w/o a subsequent need for a cast. I had to take every possible opportunity I could find to inhale, b/c the extraordinary pressure she exerted on me regularly expelled any residyal oxygen in my lungs. And good thing I was on a table...I practically fainted when she pressed on my knee. That prompted an immediate 'conversational moment'. Dual-language be darned, THAT couldn't be allowed to happen again.
But my experience seemed to be unique to me b/c what did I hear from the table next to me?
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Seriously.
After 90 minutes of pure torture (apparently only for one of us), we grabbed lunch in the market & then roamed around it for a while.
Busan's a nice little city to wander around. Just beware of their hidden ninjas.

And then, finally: we found our current FAVORITE bartender (Jonathan), second only maybe to Joon from the Volendam a few years ago; still my favorite.
Everyone has to find 'their' bartender on a cruise. 😁Leggi altro