CRANK IT UP – POLYNESIAN SPAS

ACTual SPA I used, Polynesian Spas, Rotorua, New zealand 2003

Crank it up is just what I did.

Back in 2003 I decided to go to New Zealand for my thirtieth birthday instead of a party, why not?

And part of that trip I ventured to the Polynesian Spas in Rotorua, even though I had no idea which pools I was going to enter until closer to the day. Then I met a stranger and he suggested the spas and go in the evening.

 So here is they story of crank it up – Polynesian Spas

I arrived in my bathers ready to be taken to the spa only to learn it’s private and just like a big bath. So, I stripped and hopped in…then my hand reached for the tap and I cranked the heat up and lavished in my extremely hot tub for a bit, then the man came along 30 minutes later to bang on the door saying time is up…

Well as I clambered out of the water with a bit of a struggle to find the real problem ahead of me now, I literally was to find out that my cargo pants would not slide up my legs…

BANG BANG TIMES UP

My legs had swollen that much that my pants nearly didn’t fit. Jeeze what a pickle I now was in. After rolling on the floor I managed to get my trousers on and flung open the door silently paced past the angry man in the passage way and fled the premises to finish the night with the best sleep ever in my life.

By next morning my skin was still silken soft reminiscing the previous scenario, only to now chuckle about that night and especially  about the time I couldn’t get my pants on.

Lesson learnt don’t crank up the heat.

Ha ha.