Right, I've completely lost track of where I was. I think I said I was getting on a bus. I did, and arrived at 1am in San Christobal. Because of my delay, I only have one and a half nights, and one day to see the place. It's a shame, because it looks to be a gorgeous wee colonial town with narrow streets, a bit of a hippy vibe, and some cutesy shops and tat stalls. Anyway, I traipsed around for as long as I could and found found a seat on a shuttle bus that will, hopefully, take me in to Guatemala in the morning.
Despite the lack of time, I walked past a sign that really couldn’t be ignored. 90 minutes later I walked out of my first ever chocolate massage. Yes yes, I know, chocolate massage sounds a bit dodgy, and the more you think about it, the dodgier it sounds. As it happens, it’s really interesting. Imagine going for a swim in Willy Wonka’s choccy river, and then hand towel dry. It’s a bit like that anyway. You don't actually swim in the stuff, but it is kinda poured, warm, and then well... rubbed in. It's quite nice! I’d describe the massage itself as somewhere between firm and bullying, and cleaning off process, about as long as the massage itself. And let’s face it, you’re never going to towel off a body’s worth of chocolate, and she must've used 25-30 towels in the attempt, so I walked around for the rest of the day smelling like a bar of Bournville. Would I recommend it? Yeah! Why not? I now have an appreciation of what it must feel like to have done a tough mudder with the added benefit of not having to do a tough mudder. Plus I smell delicious. If I had the time I’d go back and give the honey one a go.
I thought I might end up with a chocawockydoodah, but it wasn't that kind of a place.
A seemingly nice town that my photography isn't able to do justice to, but I have to get my clips on and leave all too soon!
It's a jungle out there - actually, this is my spectacularly excellent £25p.n. hotel garden
Dark, milk or white?
ReplyDeleteSomewhere between dark and milk I'd say.
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