“Just up near Tiannamen Square, I found the place I had been looking for.
A small room, kind of resembling a doctors office.
The receptionist at the hotel had assured me that this was where I would get the best reflexology treatment in Beijing.
So with a mix of English and a smattering of pathetic Chinese, the lady at the massage clinic took pity on me and said “English okay.”
Either that or she didn’t like her language being butchered by another foreigner.
So that barrier aside I then had my feet soak in a mix of Chinese herbs (27 apparently, kind of like the Kernels secret herbs and spices but for the feet).
And then the most sublime foot massage I’ve ever had.
Within minutes, all the traipsing up and down the wall had disappeared
So good in fact that I went back the next day, oh and the next.” Ali