By the time we got to Chengdu, I was settling in to a pretty nasty cold, and we were also a little sore from train travel and hiking and general travelers malaise. So when we saw a sign up at our hostel advertising massages for RMB 40/hour, we were easily convinced. We took a bus across town to the recommended place and walked in to what would resemble a storage unit to most folks back at home. But that’s what a lot of shops, etc are like here in cities, where space is at a premium. A lot of them even have metal doors that slide down when they’re closed, just like a storage unit. So we filed into the room and took our places at the massage tables. Soon it turned out that the RMB 40 was just for starters, we had all manner of add-ons to choose from. Lest you get the wrong idea, they weren’t the happy ending sort of add-ons. “Chinese Medicine… good for you” is what they said. Here’s what I looked like when they were done with me.



