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.