As you probably know, R2 and I went to Singapore for a few days in between our trip to Indo. After walking SO much for a few days, a day before we were supposed to fly back to Indo, we decided to find a massage place to have a full-body massage. After our WONDERFUL spa experience in Bali, having a full-body massage was something we wanted to have a relaxing massage for our sore body/legs/feet.
So we went to a mall in Singapore on a rainy Sunday afternoon and found this massage parlour there. There were two Chinese ladies there that barely spoke English to us, but we thought that it was fine since we didn't have to talk too much.
We were given separate booths since it was a small place (unlike the spa in Bali where we could lie down side by side) and we were told to take off our clothes and put on the disposable panties. Everything went well and the massage (we chose deep tissue massage) was EXCELLENT!!!
After a while (we lost track of time obviously since we were enjoying ourselves), the masseuse in Arttu's booth asked him something that was really unclear. I heard: "Half hour? Half hour? Hour?"
Since we couldn't really get it, we just said yes HA HA HA HA HA HA...I was thinking if she wanted to ask if we wanted half an hour massage or an hour massage. Anyway, so they kept on massaging us (we were first lying face down and then we were told to lie on our backs).
When everything was done, we dressed up and paid. There was a little bit of confusion when we were going to pay. At first I was going to pay for the both of us, but they wouldn't let me. They pointed at Arttu to pay on his own.
Weird, isn't it? Anyhow, turned out that we had to pay for a 1,5 hour full-body massage. So the question that one masseuse asked us was whether or not we wanted to PROLONG the massage!!! However, since we weren't aware of the time, we didn't think she was asking about such a question. Well, it was okay, though, since I think the total price was still worthwhile, considering their GREAT service!
After walking out of that place, however, Arttu giggled and said that the masseuse asked him something that he didn't understand. She tried again and again, but still he didn't understand. Then she pointed at his "thingie" and asked, "Pay triple?"
OF COURSE HE SAID NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Geeeeeeeeeeeeee...I was SO surprised since the place didn't look like the kind of place that offered such a plus-plus service!!! Oh dearrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...well, in the end it became our private joke, though. Sometimes we'd say to each other, "Triple price, dear?" LOL LOL LOL!!!
And this story made his brother and cousin laugh, too. I bet it's going to make my in-laws laugh, too, when we visit them this Saturday he he he he he...