Sunday, June 7, 2009
Not too many people head down to the hotels by the airport. Sorry, Intercontinental - it's true! Sometimes you just pick the wrong piece of blank desert to build a giant playground. That's precisely why Katie booked a nice, relaxing, out-of-the-way spa day there. The treatment itself was very relaxing, until I was surprised with a searing sandpaper to the back "scrub". Between searing hot oil massages from several large Indian men, being scraped raw with what feels like sharks skin, and this thing during facials they call "extractions", I think I need a break!
For that, we took a dip in the pool, and found ourselves floating off outside the building, hanging 6 stories up in the air on a glass floor. Now, the construction record in this part of the world isn't that great - several of our drains in our apt are accidentily filled with concrete - so we proceeded with caution. But the experience is pretty crazy - take a look: