killing with your bare hands

Yesterday I met a woman who could kill someone with her bare hands. And her feet, and elbows, toes and knees.

This was the pint sized lady who gave me the most amazing massage I think I've ever had! For someone so tiny, the strength of her hands was extraordinary, her mild manners and softly spoken voice deceptive. (I'm sure she wouldn't actually kill someone, though) Yesterday was a lazy day of exploring the town, wandering, reading and relaxing. I'm still not recovered from my recent stomach bug, so I took it easy. After a while I was tired of being yelled at five times before i got from one side of the street to the other "tuk tuk, Lady?", so I retreated to the oasis of the many day spas of siem reap.

If you ever come here, I strongly recommend that you pay more for someone who knows what they're doing. I still have fingerprint bruises on my legs from the brutal pummelling I received in Phnom Penh for $7! Here, they have a better idea of what they're doing (and what the tourists want), my heavenly massage was still a fraction of the price.

Bliss.