After coffee and a break, we went back to the hotel. On the ride over, everyone was discussing getting a spa treatment done. Help ease the jet lag was the argument. Full massage, hot stones, feet, scalp, almost two hours of pampering. Sure, I’m in, after a nap. I went to my room, sat down for a minute or so, and my door opened. We’re going to the parlor now. Now I asked, like right now. I listened, and the answer was, “Yes, we go right now”. Do I have to? Wait, what did you say? It’s a good thing taxis are cheap in Da Nang. I’ve been here 5 hours and been in one at least an hour and a half of that time. 
We clambered back in a taxi and headed across town again. We arrived at the parlor, and I sat and listened as the negotiating began. The final price was 15 dollars for a complete session, and I was shown a room to change. We were all in a big room together in a row of massage tables. My feet were put into a hot soaking solution, and I was covered with towels. They began with our scalps and temples and then into the entire body. The ceiling was covered symmetrically with a holographic-like pattern that danced a rainbow of colors across it as the low light flickered against its mirrored finish. In the center was a beautiful circular molding in the old colonial French style. A cool breeze came from a small hotel-style air conditioning unit high on the wall.
The mixture of the warming lotion, the cooling air, the light show above, and the full massage triggered a response I’d never experienced. As the sound of exotic songbirds sang a tune nearby and the distant orchestra of car horns and motorbike engines began to fade from my perception, I fell into a deep and beautiful state I can only describe as somewhere between the living and the dead. I was in and out of consciousness for most of my treatment, and my companions were quick to tell me how I began to snore and how in and out I really was. It was blissful, that’s all I can say. I got dressed, went down to the lobby, and took a look at my refreshed and freshly treated self. Off to lunch, we went.
Your blog is great, Dennis. Reads like the travel log of a novelist. Thoroughly enjoying it. Please keep it up. BTW, you have a brave culinary soul (you’re ingesting some very different “foods”). Continued safe travels and adventures!
Thanks, it’s always been a desire of mine to write about something like this. As for the food it’s what I came for. I can’t refuse a good meal!😊 Thanks for the feedback! I will see you soon!