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So, I decided to check out a spa in Shenzhen. Heard a lot of talk, you know? Figured I’d see what all the fuss was about.
Let me tell you, just finding a place was the first mission. I started looking online, and man, the options! You’ve got these super slick, expensive-looking joints, then you’ve got some that look a bit… well, let’s just say ‘basic’. Then there are the massive ones that are like mini-cities. I spent a good while just scrolling, trying to figure out what was what.
Eventually, I picked one that seemed decent enough and wasn’t gonna empty my wallet completely. Getting there was another little adventure. Navigating the crowds, finding the actual entrance – it all added to the experience, I guess. Walked in, and the place was bustling. Not exactly the quiet sanctuary I half-expected for some spots.
They showed me around. It wasn’t just a room with a massage bed. Nah, these places often have loads of stuff. I saw areas for food, big screens for movies, even little pod-like beds for napping. It’s like they want you to move in for the day.
I opted for a pretty standard massage. The therapist got to work, kneading out all the knots from sitting at my desk too much. It was alright, did the job. But then the upselling started. “You want this special oil? Very good for skin.” “Maybe extend for another hour?” Always something extra.
Now, why was I really there, pushing through all that? Well, my apartment had basically been invaded. My brother decided to crash with me for a week, with his two dogs. Dogs. In my tiny place. Chaos, pure chaos. Barking at everything, fur everywhere. I couldn’t get a moment’s peace. I tried working, dogs would be whining. Tried relaxing, dogs would be wrestling on my feet.
I needed to escape. Seriously. I thought about going to a coffee shop, but how long can you sit there? A park? Too hot. The spa just popped into my head. A place where dogs (hopefully) weren’t allowed. So, I booked it, pretty much on impulse.
So there I was, post-massage, just chilling in one of their lounge chairs, trying to soak up the quiet. It wasn’t perfect, still a bit noisy with other people, but man, it was better than the dog circus back home. I even paid a bit extra for one of those quiet napping zones. Just lay there in the dark for a couple of hours. Bliss.
So, that was my Shenzhen spa adventure. Went in stressed, came out slightly less stressed, but definitely lighter in the pocket. Would I do it again? Yeah, probably. Especially if the dog-pocalypse returns to my apartment. It’s a decent escape hatch, even with all the little quirks and constant offers for “just one more thing.”