As my birthday will be here again in just a few short months, I thought it was well time to book it in.
The chick at reception assured me most people take a year to redeem vouchers. Her theory is because you didn't buy it yourself, you don't make the time. That makes no sense to me whatsoever. I think it's because the anticipation of such indulgence is almost as good as the event itself. You just look at that thick, crisp, white package on your desk and sigh in the smug satisfaction of knowing it's there whenever you feel like it.
And now it's not. Which is a bit sad and just a reminder that I should book myself in more than annually.
Anyway... I had the Kitya Karnu signature treatment last Monday. Divine. Ensconced in a personal steam room, you're lathered up with delectable smelling oil, then sprinkled with some seemingly heated exfoliating salty mud and vigorously scrubbed down. Unfortunately at that point, as much as I was enjoying the experience, I had two images in my mind:
- Preparing a slab of pork belly for the oven
- Reapplying sunscreen after you've laid in the sand
Neither really conjuring up the euphoric state I was hoping for.
They then wash it all off with high-pressure water, run some refrigerated river stones over you then flip you like a sausage (or maybe that's just me??) to do the other side.
Anyway, in addition they apply a hair mask, which includes a head massage (an absolute highlight) and a bit of a mini facial.
After, they settle you back into their plush lounge with soothing music, books full of inspiring quotes and lifestyles that I'll never attain, chilled water and a glass of herbal tea. You can then avail yourself of their heavy-rain-like showers using all their fabulous products - shampoo, conditioner, body wash and lotion - in the bathroom with combs, hairdryers, loads of fluffy white towels you don't have to wash - so make sure you're not in a rush.
Hopefully the Zen will last a few weeks.
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