Alright, so everyone’s been talkin’ about these super fancy spas in Shenzhen, right? The kind that cost an arm and a leg. I usually just roll my eyes. Figured it was mostly for show, you know? Not really my scene. I’m more of a no-frills, get-it-done kind of guy when it comes to relaxing.
But last month, man, work was a beast. Really ground me down. We wrapped up this massive project, one of those that just sucks the life outta you. I was wiped. Totally drained. My back ached, head was fuzzy, the whole nine yards. My buddy, Jack, he’d been going on about this one particular place, kept saying, “You gotta try it, mate, just once!” I always told him he was nuts for spending that kind of dough.
So, there I was, scrolling on my phone one evening, feeling like a wrung-out dishcloth. And this ad pops up. For that place. The one Jack raved about. Normally, I’d have swiped past it without a second thought. But that night, I dunno, something just clicked. Or maybe snapped. I thought, “Heck, why not? What have I got to lose, ‘cept a chunk of change?” I guess I was just looking for a major reset button.
So, I actually looked into it. Went on their site, or whatever it was, checked out what they offered. Still felt a bit ridiculous, but the pictures looked pretty slick, I gotta admit. I didn’t book it right away. Slept on it. Woke up still feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. That sealed the deal. I picked up the phone, made a call. The person on the other end sounded like they were talking from a cloud. Super polite, almost too much. Got myself a slot for the next afternoon.
The next day, I drove over there. Finding parking was easier than I thought, which was a good start. Walked in, and bam. The place was quiet. Like, library quiet, but way fancier. Lots of wood, soft lighting, smelled like… well, rich people, I guess. Not perfume, but just clean and expensive. The check-in was smooth. They took my shoes, gave me slippers. Already felt a bit out of my element, but I was committed.

They showed me around. Lockers, fancy robes, the whole shebang. Then they led me to this waiting area. Offered me tea. Not just any tea, some fancy leaf stuff. I just nodded and sipped. People were talking in hushed tones. It was all very… serene. I’ll give them that.
Then it was time for the main event. I’d picked some kind of deep tissue massage and access to their “thermal suites” or whatever they called ’em. The massage room was dimly lit, music was playing – you know, whale songs or Enya, that kind of vibe. The masseuse, or therapist, whatever, asked a few questions, then got to work. And I gotta say, they knew what they were doing. Really worked out the knots. There were a few moments I nearly yelped, but mostly it was that good kind of pain.
After that, I hit the thermal area. They had a bunch of rooms:
- A steam room that nearly choked me at first, but then it felt pretty good.
- A sauna, proper hot. Sat in there ’til I couldn’t take it anymore.
- Some kind of ice fountain thing. Didn’t quite get that, but rubbed some ice on myself anyway.
- And these fancy showers with different jets and lights. Felt like a car wash for humans.
I spent a good couple of hours just drifting between these rooms, lounging on these heated stone beds. It was actually pretty relaxing. No phones allowed, which was a blessing. Just me and my thoughts, and the steam. I even dozed off for a bit on one of those warm loungers. Woke up feeling surprisingly… light.
When I was done, I got dressed, feeling way better than when I walked in. My back didn’t ache as much. My head felt clearer. Walked out, paid the bill – winced a little, not gonna lie. But as I drove home, I had to admit, Jack might have been onto something. It wasn’t just show. The quiet, the service, the actual treatments… it all added up.

So, yeah. That was my little adventure into the world of super-luxe spas. Will I be going every week? Absolutely not. My wallet would run for the hills. But for a once-in-a-blue-moon treat, especially when you’re feeling completely wrecked? I get it now. I really do. Sometimes, you just gotta throw some money at the problem and let the fancy people pamper you back to life.