Spiro arrives at Amani Rosebank Spa
I would not regard myself as a metrosexual male. Slapping a bit of no-name-brand moisturiser on my face in the morning is pretty much the extent of my self-indulgence. The reality is that I am more of a ‘guys’ guy’, and have left the task of skin, nail and body care to those chaps in my wolf pack who are more in touch with their feminine side.
So when my ‘wifey’ got me a voucher for a “Perfect Gentleman” treatment comprising of a Back, neck and shoulder massage and Express BABOR Men’s facial at Amani Spa as an early Father’s Day present, I admit to feeling lukewarm about the whole idea. Naturally I could not show this, and accepted my treat with feigned enthusiasm.
As it was a busy sporting day (including the Formula 1, the French Open Men’s Final, and the ICC), my appointment was set for 10am at Amani Spa in Rosebank.
I arrived at the Rosebank Crowne Plaza – an awesome hotel, I’ve been there before for drinks at the trendy Circle Bar – and was greeted by the very big smile of super-friendly Thuli. After completing a simple consultation form, I was handed a locker key and instructed to change out of my clothes (thankfully I did not need to part with my jocks) into a dressing gown and slippers. I was taken to the tranquil rest area, where I relaxed on a recliner for about five minutes before my therapist Zodwa came to fetch me.
The room that had been booked for my massage was a really cool colour, infused with lilac ambient lighting. The ambiance was enhanced by one of my favourite soundtracks, The Big Blue. I was told to lie on my stomach and covered in a towel, and Zodwa proceeded with my back massage. I have got to say, it was absolutely incredible. She has a very firm hand, and got right into all the knots on my back. By the end of the massage she was using her forearms to work along the length of my lumbar muscles. This lady may be small, but she certainly packs a punch with a set of very powerful hands. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven, and it was over all too soon.
The facial commences
I was then instructed to turn around onto my back so that we could begin what was to be my first ever facial. Zodwa applied a series of liquids and potions to my face, and patiently explained to me what she was doing every step of the way. To be honest, she could have been painting me purple. I didn’t care. Her hands on my face felt great. Exfoliating, cleansing, toning and moisturising.
A facial massage…pure bliss!
The warm cloth…like sorbet between courses of a fine dining experience!
This was more of a face massage, and not the “airy fairy girly thing” that I had anticipated. What I loved was the warm cloth used between each phase of the treatment – kind of like a sorbet between courses. My face has seldom been given this much attention – it’s usually at the receiving end of a razor blade and a slap of aftershave – and I felt completely invigorated when the 30-minute treatment came to an end.
Feeling like a new man!
A mere 60 minutes later, I can truly say I felt like a new man. I was fresh and ready to hit my sporting day ahead.
Ready for an afternoon of serious spectator sport!
Although I arrived as a true ‘macho’ skeptic, I left with a new understanding of what the fuss is all about. This is not for sissies, but is for anyone who can appreciate the power of touch, and taking a little down time in a really awesome setting. I had an amazing first-ever spa experience at Amani.
If this is what being a metrosexual is all about, where do I sign up?