June 28, 2000 (cont.)
The treatments we enlist for are Mood Mud Packs. First, we don a pair of disposable g-strings, and nothing else. Then, lying face down on massage tables, the masseuse and masseure come in with coconut shells full of various muds. A nice element to each treatment was that we were both in the same room. A cool base layer is gently applied from toe to head. Next come the exotic, colorful muds, applied with a dab here and there, from toe to head. About five different types of mud, each with different therapeutic properties, are applied. After about a five minute wait for the mud to harden, we are turned over, and the process is repeated, frontside. Another wait, and we are entirely crusty and covered with mud. We then get up and go outside, where one masseuse takes a couple pictures of us before they rinse us off with hot water drawn from a cistern. This was definitely different, and looked wild, yet afterwards, our skin felt soft, smooth, clean, and very rejuvenated. Afterwards, we dip into the pool, followed by the hot tub. Then we go back to the cabana to relax for a while. After fried pasta, green bean salad and, for me, honey mustard roasted Gibnut (the 'royal rat' - eaten by Queen Elizabeth on her last visit), and taco soup with lobster tails in garlic butter for Noga, we just lounge around, enjoying the solitude of the resort.
disposable g-string - comfy!
Ernie and Noga covered in Mood Mud