Leaving as soon as possible was all ll I could think about as I was guided through the two amazing streams -- one hot the other ultra refreshingly cold ---. My driver knew something wasn’t right when I wasn’t taking pictures.

Okay, maybe taking pictures will bring me some pleasure. But I noticed I couldn’t snap pictures of people being massaged. Again this was very intrusive for me to. I went out of my way to avoid violating other peoples private moments no matter how public the setting.

This is not the beach.
This is not a club.
This is not a mountain hike.
This is not a street party.

This is an open air spa where people come for a particular service that is relatively private. A service they love and expect to receive without distractions. I, on the other hand hate such a service thus making me a definite distraction.

I took two more photos before turning off the camera and getting my driver’s attention. He makes his way over to me. With desperate eyes I whisper

“I need to leave”.