I am not new to Jamu, a form of traditional Indonesian massage. I have been going to Jamu on a pretty regular basis (monthly) for my health and for better blood circulation. I always find that after Jamu, I am less tired and lethargic so I think it benefits me in a way since I am leading a pretty stressful life. The jamu that I go to tailor only to ladies.
Hubby is always complaining of suffering from aches and fatigue. I have very much wanted to bring him for a session of jamu to let him try whether jamu will benefit him. However, since the jamu shop that I go to, do not cater to men, I have to forget the idea of letting hubby go for jamu.
It just so happen that I come across a place called "
House of Javanese Massage". I was reading through the website and realize, to my pleasant surprise, that they do have male therpists for Jamu and they have a separate area for men.
After much force, bribery and persuasion, I finally manage to convince hubby to go for a session of jamu at $50 for an hr. I went with him too since I would like to try out a new place to give myself an alternative.
When I called up a branch at East Coast, before I could speak, the person on the other line, hanged up my call. Nevermind, I tried another branch at Siglap. I managed to make an appointment for both me and hubby. But when I tried making more enquiries, the person brushed me off and I felt more of a nusiance to ask her any further question than making an appointment.
Hubby and I reached the place at 3.45pm (our appt is at 4pm). The person was rude and abrupt. I mean, I don't bother as long as I have a good jamu massage. Off hubby and I went to our massage. I wasn't really enthusiastic about the ambience. I was also quite uncomfortable with the way they position their massage area. Each "cubicle" was only separated by a curtain that was too small to cover the entire area and we were supposed to be striped naked. It is just too revealing, in my opinion.
At the regular jamu shop I went to, I was given one disposable panty and I had a single room to myself. Here, I didn't have such luxury. A big area was shared by many and we could constantly hear bikes zooming past.
I relaxed to my bed but was soon disgusted by a saliva smell on the towel around my face. Obviously, they didn't change the towel after the last customer left. I just bore with it and tried to forget about the stinko smell. The therapist started the jamu. The session was so painful that I thought I had gone to hell. Yes, I know jamu is painful and I could take the pain, but OMG, this is hell! I just have a feeling that this therapist is not very experienced. I'm now ended up with bruises. I have never had brusies from jamu before. I am also feeling like my body is breaking into pieces. Usually after a session of jamu, I would feel rejuvenated, I guess probably due to the improved blood circulation. BUT, now, I feel almost dead. And pain all over.
Hubby, on the other hand, was so comfortable that he fell asleep throughout the session. His was also jamu went wrong. He told me the male therapist he had was a new one and many times, his kaki had to come and teach him how to massage hubby. On top of that, that therapist wasn't really applying jamu technique. It was more like "stroking" hubby, so comfortable that hubby slept. I asked hubby, "how could it be possible that you don't feel pain at all?!". It is like defeiting the purpose of a jamu. Hubby was also disappointed. He said he thought I have told him that jamu is a therupetic massage and that he was expecting some pain. End up, he just slept throughout and now, he still feel as much body aches as before he goes jamu. Like no effect at all. He said I could have given him $50 and he could sleep at home comfortably on his bed. He said $50 could buy him 4 Xbox games and still leave him with some change.
DUH.... it is not supposed to be like this. It's like doing "Jamu" an injustice. I had been to a real jamu and I know jamu is much much better than what "House of Javanese Massage" can offer. That place is too commercialised until it lost the magic of jamu. Jamu is never meant to be relaxing. Neither should the pain be intolerable. We should come out of jamu feeling better in our overall well being. Not leaving one feeling almost dead and the other feeling as achy as before.
The place that I frequent (Indonesian Herbal Massage and Spa) is only a small establisment comprising of 3-4 therapist from Indonesia. The boss told me that she goes to source for these therapists in Indonesia personally and she only accepts therapist of certain calibre because she has a reputation to upkeep.
As expected, hubby told me that he would not go for a massage again. He finally knows what jamu is like (injustice! injustice!) and he finds that it is a complete waste of money. As an emotional blackmail (I think), he told me that anyway, it's better not to get a man hooked to massage because massage is addicitive and a man could be so hooked to massage that he needs to frequent massage parlours. At the moment, he told me he hates massage and feels extremely uncomfortable when a stranger touch him, and wants to stay the way he is.
Well, since he wants it that way, be it then. Maybe, the amount of money he save by not going for any massage can be used to pay for more massage for me. LOL!
Edit to add :
Hubby was asking me why didn't I protest when the therapist was hurting me. Well, I didn't know that the pain she caused me was so bad. I thought it was my weakened body. It was only after the massage that I realized something was not right when I felt more lethargic than ever. And my body became more and more painful to the point that I couldn't even raise my hand without feeling pain. It sure hurts like hell now and I know I am going to have a jolly "good" time tomorrow. I have never felt such pain after a jamu before. Oh well, just my luck.