...dont waste your time fellas.
I guess there has to be a first time post, so here goes.
Upon contacting Mint (as she advertises on AW) I was told the address and to call once I arrive. She may advertise as independent and working from Home, but actually works from Ananya... this should have been the first warning bell.
I have been to Ananya Thai massage in the past and to be frank, left without even entertaining HE as the massage was mediocre at best and the lady administering the massage (who was around the 50ish mark) failed to get any interest going down below even with a few incidental touches /cc swipes etc.
Warning bell aside, I continued onward into the establishment to be met by a rather chubby (more chubby than expected, she has definitely been eating a few pies extra...) but polite Thai lady, probably around 50. I was Shown to the room and asked to finalised the paper work, so handed over the 70 quid fee. Now considering a massage is 45 for and hour at this establishment, fair enough, 25 for the HE and a fondle seemed all ok.
Once disrobed I assumed the mandatory massage position and waited... suddenly there was some rather dodgy thai contemporary music queued and played at alarming decibels, so much so that I had to ask for it to be turned down... alarm bell 2
The massage started as per usual, copious amounts of baby oil mixed with thai menthol rub (I really think that Johnson and Johnson baby oil should be considered an immediate disqualification for a massage establishment, the smell permeates everything and is probably the least discrete oil in the world, and who the hell wants to smell like a baby for hours, perhaps this should have been alarm bell 3?? any how, I digress) Now, event though this is my first post I have been massage punting for well over a decade and as I travel the globe for work i have had the benefit of punting in nearly every country I have visited, which is over 30 countries, so when I say the massage was mediocre, it really is pretty low on Scoville scale... a few half hearted brushes past the little guy and his sack of friends, but nothing to write home about or get to excited about as this was a done deal...
Time to flip around... now this is where it is supposed to get a little more interesting, right? Sadly, this is where it get a little less interesting. Some more baby oil and menthol rubbed on my chest and nipples with half hearted enthusiasm... then up onto my face. Seriously!! Baby oil and menthol rub, what planet have i just landed on, I might as well have rubbed deep heat on my face and in my eyes... this kills any vide that I was trying to muster as I now have to get wipes to clean my face, wash the menthol off my skin and try to get my eyes to stop watering because of the menthol...
Anyhow, said masseuse says people like this and thinks that I am being overly dramatic. Needless to say, the mood is now gone and I say forget the rest of the massage and give me my 25Quid back as no HE and your massage is crap... which she refuses naturally.
Fortunately, sanity prevails, so I get dressed and leave... 35 min on the clock still and 70Quid lighter in the pocket.
Please take it from me, unless you like overly chubby old Thai women taking you hard earned notes, don't bother... I should have listened to my own alarms, they are generally right.
