The caress of mother earth

I realised when my massage started last night that it´s title, the caress of mother earth, (it sounds better in the local indian language, honest!) should have alerted me to the fact that it wasn´t just a massage but a treatment as well. I was coated in warm mud and , after a shower, rubbed with the oil of exotic flowers. All this involved lots of bending of limbs, pulling of joints and general stretching. It sounds bizarre but my right shoulder and arm which has been given me lots of problems now feels a lot better, so I guess I shouldn´t be too sniffy. Greg tried the hot stones and Mike had a Swedish massage. Not quite so glamorous, perhaps, but we are now all well and truely pummelled and off to tackle Brazil......