Letters from the Road; Rotorua

We went for a mud bath.

Yes, even my OCD, clean freak of a Dennis went in.

I now totally understand; the pigs got it right. There’s something oddly soothing and comforting being covered head to toe in a mud pool.

It’s totally different from going for a mud wrap in a spa (and seeing as how my ex used to run one of the top luxury spas in Singapore, I would know) — it is a totally different kind of pampering I tell you, there is a certain kind of warm, bubbling joy in wallowing in mud pool.

Author: c

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