  "You have very strong body, ma'am. " This from the Filipina message lady, as she pounded me into submission. It's true, I have a very strong, muscular body, moderately padded with a little layer of fluff. But she was fluffier, so I didn't mind being bared like that.
What I've noticed about the super-cheap messages you get in non-Western countries: they tend to be canned, production-line affairs, you need not be shy whatever your body type because they've seen it all, and they pound the crap out of you like a butcher tenderizing meat. Still felt great. So did the manicure, pedicure, and facial I got along with it, for a whopping forty-eight bucks.
It would be twice that AT LEAST in the States...but then again, you'd get very tailored, personal service from someone who has trained extensively on the musculoskeletal system and won't climb up on the table and dig an elbow into your spine until you want to scream. The facial, I think I'll skip next time...my skin is so sensitive, the whirring scrub machine has me all swollen and red now.
And the nice lady rubbed every product straight into my clean hair. For those of you who don't know me, I have baby-fine, stick-straight hair, very long and very sensitive to products, like my skin. Anything rubbed into it post-shower gives me the mid-90's grunge look--in other words, I look oily and unshowered. And now off we go to Chili's for lunch. But in all honesty, I feel so relaxed, so much more like myself in civilian clothes and 85-degree temperatures, I don't really care that my face looks like a strawberry Moonpie and my hair looks like I don't care to wash it. So there . 
