Last week when I visited Singapore, it did not fail to surprise me yet again. Singapore has always been a tourist’s hub. Be it India or any other country across the world, its charm has attracted thousands every year and continue to do so. No wonder, I say it’s my favourite too!
Times have changed. Earlier when I was only traveling and not documenting anything about my travels, I had to rummage through my photo albums and break my head to remember the vital information if I wanted to revisit the place or someone asked me anything about it. Which bus, which hotel, what to do, main attraction and all. All too often I would sheepishly draw a blank when I faced these queries.
We flip through the SPA catalog in our room lazily trying to understand what is what.
We are not regular spa goers. Last I had a massage was some 20 years back at a fitness centre by a 6+ feet , 200+ pounds masseur in Delhi, who was tossing me about like a salad and raining well directed blows (according to him to improve circulation), suddenly jerking my neck in this direction and that and in general made me empathize with a grain of wheat in a mill. I don’t want to even be reminded of the gore that spewed after (Of course, I am exaggerating :), as you can see I have lived to tell the tale). Nisha has nicer experiences.
The word Spa has a nice ring to it though, a ring of a healing touch and after all these years lots of things in my body needed repairs!