by Siew Hoon, Horizons´ master of ceremonies
From Thai and Balinese to Blackberry, massage is as part of the Asian lifestyle as bullfighting is to the Spaniards. Yeoh Siew Hoon gets down to the meat of the matter.
I am writing this right after having enjoyed a two-hour spa treatment at L’Apothiquaire, a French day spa in Ho Chi Minh City.
The Sports Care therapy and Soin Perfection facial have left me loose, relaxed and glowing – and inspired.
As someone who has a massage at least once a week when I am home in Singapore, and everyday (if I get the chance) in places like Bangkok, Bali, Phuket, Hanoi, Haikou or Colombo (everywhere, really), massage is as much a part of my life as bullfighting is to a Spaniard – as it is to most of my Asian friends.
Which is why when I was at the Amadeus office in Madrid and we were discussing the Horizons conference and the coffee break times, I blurted out, without thinking, “You should have a massage area.”
There was silence. Surprised looks were exchanged. And then a snigger. “But is that politically correct? Would it be seen to be sleazy?” asked someone. “Someone in our Bangkok office suggested that but we thought he was joking.”
That’s when I realised that just because we are so used to it in Asia doesn’t mean that everyone understands it. It’s clear there is still a sleazy connotation to the word “massage” in some parts of Europe.
Of course, there are still places you can go to for “special massage” – as in everywhere round the world – but in the last decade or so, with the boom in the spa industry, massage has become not only respectable but also compulsory to a holiday experience.
No five star hotel worth its marble would be caught dead without a spa, just as no holiday destination in Asia would be considered complete without spas round every corner.
Actually, massage may well be the second oldest profession in Asia. When I was growing up, every ailment – headache, ear-ache, back pain, joint pain – was treated with massage.
My grandmother had a technique for headaches where she would, with her knuckes, pull the skin between the eyes until the skin turned red. It was extremely painful but it worked.
“Painful?” she would ask as I winced. When I nodded, she would say, “Good,” and went back to pulling even harder.
To the Chinese, a massage’s got to hurt to do good.
Today, traditional massage therapies – Malay, Thai, Indonesian, Filipino – have been given modern, gentler interpretations to make them more acceptable to the foreign body which is obviously not used to being kneaded and pounded in the name of health.
To us, the massage you get in modern spas is a bit like watered-down Thai cuisine – “tom yum kung” without the bite.
Incidentally, there’s a spa in Singapore that offers what it calls the Blackberry massage – it’s, you guessed it, aimed at Crackberries who suffer from knuckle and finger joint pain.
Anyway, my hope is that the meetings industry will embrace the idea of massage as passionately as travel and tourism has – and that a massage corner will become the norm at every coffee break time.
So catch you at the Amadeus massage corner, maybe. If not, make sure you experience a real Thai massage in one of the many spas in Bangkok.
You’ll then understand what I am talking about.