Beaten up

We were still stiff from the mountain climb and from flying so we headed to a place that offered massages. The reception was full of plastic trees and wicker chairs (Bali theme apparently), but they seemed professional so we paid for what turned out to be a good pummeling. Taiwanese shiatsu hurts like hell. It felt good afterwards, but I’m not in a rush to do it again. The worst part was when my masseuse started repeatedly punching my bruised legs. The more I winced, the more she seemed to enjoy herself. My legs turned a nice shade of purple.