Spa....? you gotta be joking!

When one goes to a "Spa" there is normally some or other "clean" connection to the word. For instance, I just see neatly wrapped, vanilla-scented, towels lying in a small square wicker basket, a range of high-end health and beauty products displayed in a neat line, (and all of it actually from the same supplier), fresh frangipani flowers arranged in a terra-cotta vase. 

You find yourself in a clean, dimly lit room filled with music that sounds like waterfalls.

Everything just feels fresh and perfect.....

But alas, when you lie on a grimmy table ready to get your unwanted hair waxed at a so-called "spa" in Tanzania, this is what you get crawling on the walls............

Not a good day to be in Dar today!!!!

~desert rose~