For months now my immune system has been on walkabout, sores and strained muscles that won’t heal, even lifting a glass of chilled Sancerre has been a struggle. And as men of my generation tend to do, stupidly ignore the signs until its almost too late. However, a tip from a dear friend living in Bali seems to have found a solution. Sitting at our rented house on the outskirts of Ubud in Bali, facing out onto our luscious garden watching each flower doing their version of sun salutations and a passing cat performing an outrageous downward facing dog, I’m preparing for my fourth and final treatment at the highly recommended healer Nyoman Suparsa. Open to suggestions that could repair my body parts that resemble a stuttering Morris Minor, I have been quite overwhelmed by the effects of Nyoman’s treatment. Combining deep tissue massage, acupressure and reflexology, he goes to work like a dedicated mechanic. Carefully scanning the body with his hands and then he goes to work. My skepticism has been replaced with respect as for the first time in years some resemblance of mobility has come back to my shoulders. For 6 years now, Nyoman has built up a healthy international and local cliental and amazingly his modest studio is a 5 minute walk through rice paddies from where I’m sitting, how lucky can one be.
The name of Nyoman’s practice is called Iman Spa, not a temple of Italian marble, smoked oak, stained glass, polished brass or plush Egyptian cotton, but a workshop where a skilled and dedicated healer and his team are performing daily miracles. If you ever find yourself in this corner of Bali with an aching body in need of a fine tuning, Nyoman is your man.
Photo credits: Phillip Mills