Contact Admin. The subject who is truly loyal to the Chief Magistrate will neither advise nor submit to arbitrary measures. While on a cycling trip with some friends in Croatia, Denise Beatty experienced a not-so-relaxing massage.
Sometimes things don't go as planned — and those moments often make for the best stories. Tripping columns offer readers a chance to share their wild adventures. This is a travel story that I'm called upon to tell over and over again, particularly after a few drinks and when the crowd longs for a good laugh.
Every two years I co-ordinate a cycling trip for some friends. Last spring we went to Croatia. Tough cycling but an amazing experience. At the end of the second day, my friend Barb and I decided to treat ourselves to a massage in our hotel, a five-star beauty in the small coastal village of Postira on the island of Brac.
Although there was a little bit of a language barrier when we went to the spa to book our appointments, Barb and I ended up choosing a full-body massage. Barb drew a young woman as her therapist.
I ended up with a handsome, fit young man. I entered the massage room. It was bare except for a table covered with a strip of disposable paper.
