Myth Massage is for those who want instant therapeutic treatment that fits their ‘on-the-go’ 24/7 routine
by Percy Roxas
The green over black logo says it simply: Myth Massage. Nothing else. No fancy slogan precedes; no catchy catchphrase follows; in way reflecting the very concept behind the one-year and five month-old therapeutic retreat on Soi Ruamrudee. “We try to make it simple,” says Tasa (Khim) Soonthornsima, the youthful managing director of Myth. “We’re all about good value with our facilities, products, therapists, and prices.”
Indeed, the Myth Massage (23/3 Soi Ruamrudee, Wireless Road, Bangkok//Tel: 02 651 5600//
http://siamyth.com) facilities are sparkling clean, and rather elegant. The treatment products are all natural, made with pure “waan” extracts. Waan is a category of plants found in Thailand, known for its nourishment and beautifying elements, as well as other benefits. Myth therapists are strictly selected based on professional expertise and skill.
The prices? Foot massages from THB 200 for 20 minutes to THB 600 for 120 minutes; a Four-hands massage is THB 600 (20 minutes) to THB 2,200 (120 minutes) – this kind of price range. And how good are the Myth massages? “Try them and then tell me afterwards,” she says with confidence.
A 20-something pretty therapist then ushered me into one of the treatment rooms upstairs, but we took a peek at their five other treatment rooms: The Foot Massage Pavilion (five seats), the Astrology Room, the Western Treatment Room (two rooms), the Thai Treatment Glasshouse (eight beds), and one Treatment Suite. There is a noticeable geometric motif: brick wall, wood panel, Thai old-school blackboard, and a subdued color palette that give the place a distinctively Thai but contemporary feel.
A few minutes later and I was ready for my oil massage. I was thinking about my prior conversation with Yui, the spa manager, about how the Wat Pho inscriptions on the art of ancient Thai healing have inspired this massage facility. Should I then expect an ancient kind of treatment ala Wat Pho? In that dimly candle-lit room, I might as well have.
Then the sweet smell of ginger oil grazed my nostrils, and I tried to quiet my mind. Massage is always a sensuous experience for me, albeit healing and relaxing of course, and I decided to just enjoy my time.
I tried to remember every single stroke of her hands. My mind swirled with every move her tender, delicate hands made. First the back and shoulders – the parts I wanted her to focus on, and then the rest of the body. As she zoomed in on my “sen” (muscle joint) points, I can almost visualize energy pathways opening, and tight, tense muscles easing up.
I tried to stay awake to isolate the moments but even the voice of Randy Crawford crooning “Rio de Janeiro Blues,” soon became a distant echo. I fell asleep. Soon, my 80-minutes was up and she motioned me to sit on the bed for the rubdown finale.
So, how was my massage? Not bad, not bad for THB 1,000 indeed.