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Alright, so I decided to check out one of those Shenzhen spas the other day. People talk about them, you know? So I thought, why not, let’s see what the fuss is all about. I just walked in, no appointment or anything fancy.
First thing that hits you is the smell – that typical spa aroma, kinda herby, kinda like cleaning products. The lobby was pretty quiet. Went up to the reception, and the girl there barely looked up from her phone. I mumbled something about wanting a basic package, and she pointed to a menu. Honestly, they all sounded the same to me – ‘revitalize’, ‘rejuvenate’, ‘detoxify’. Whatever, I just picked one.
She handed me a key and a towel that felt like it could scrub rust off a battleship. Seriously, rough stuff. Then it was off to the locker room. It was steamy, a bit noisy, with guys wandering around in various states of undress. Found my locker, changed into the robe they provided – standard issue, probably seen a million bodies.
Next, I headed to what they call the ‘wet area’. There was a pool, looked okay, but a bit crowded for my liking. I tried the sauna. Man, that thing was hot! Like, seriously intense. I lasted maybe five minutes before I had to bail. Then there was a steam room, which was just, well, steamy. Did a quick dip in a cold plunge pool – that definitely woke me up.
Then it was time for the main event: the massage I’d signed up for. Got called into a small, dim room. The therapist, a chap who didn’t say much, just pointed to the table. The massage itself… well, he definitely knew how to find every single knot in my back. He kept grunting, “Okay? Pressure okay?” I just nodded, even when I felt like my bones were about to protest. It wasn’t exactly relaxing, more like an ordeal. He used some kind of oil that smelled vaguely of lemongrass.
After he was done, I felt a bit like a wrung-out dishcloth. Got dressed, headed back to the reception. And of course, that’s when the upsell starts. “Would you like to try our special herbal tea? Perhaps purchase some of the massage oil?” I just smiled, shook my head, and said, “No thanks, just the bill.” Paid up, and walked out into the Shenzhen air. Felt a bit lighter, maybe, but also a bit processed.
So, why am I even rambling on about this particular spa trip?
Look, it’s not like this was some groundbreaking discovery. The truth is, I’ve been to a fair few of these places in Shenzhen. It kind of became a thing back when I was stuck in that corporate grind, the one before my current gig. You know how it is – long hours, crazy deadlines, everyone running on fumes.
Whenever we’d pull off some impossible project, the bosses, instead of, say, a decent bonus or some actual time off, would hand out these spa vouchers. Like a 90-minute massage was going to magically undo months of sleep deprivation. So, a bunch of us would dutifully troop off to these spas. It was almost comical, seeing all these stressed-out tech guys shuffling around in robes, trying to look like they were enjoying the ‘forced relaxation’.
I remember one time, we were at this super posh-looking spa. Marble everywhere, fountains, the whole nine yards. The manager comes over, all smiles and bows, asking if we were appreciating the ‘tranquil ambiance’. My buddy, who was about ready to snap, just looked at him and said, “Mate, I’d rather be unconscious in my own bed right now.” The manager’s smile kinda froze. Classic.
So yeah, I’ve seen the routine. They’re all variations on a theme. This recent visit? Just another one for the books. It’s not bad, not amazing. It just… is. Sometimes you just need to switch off your brain for an hour or two, even if the towel’s scratchy and they try to sell you weird tea afterwards. It’s part of the Shenzhen experience, I guess. You just learn to go with the flow, or at least, try to find a less crowded pool.
