I cut my teeth on the Korean bath house experience during my frequent business travels to Asia. It was there that I learned to overcome any residual American victorian reserve about spending time naked in water with fellow business associates. As a voluptuous non-asian from a cheese-eating nation, my naked form stood out from the lithe Asian locals in the locker room like a lolly pop pulled from its stick. I spent my first visit trying to keep the small towel strategically placed on my flora and fauna_ as not to offend. That was a long time ago, and I have since come to love this communal bath experience that has spoiled me forever. Today I can saunter about a locker room or mineral spring butt naked with more gusto than Will Ferrel's famous streak in the movie Old Skool.
Qua... Oh Nua, Forget overpriced hotel spa rubs that annoy with Enya music and slather you with rancid oil used to fry buffet fare. I 've come to rely on the Asian bath house experience as a way to heal and regenerate regularly. At Imperial, the hot and cold plunges are only outdone by a golden jade sauna and clay room_great for getting your meditation on. Imperial Spa has provided me with a local fix for this once exotic travel indulgence, right here in LV 24/7. Katherine is an amazing healer and massage therapist, and good homestyle Korean food rounds out your visit.
To quote Ru Paul " You're born naked, you die naked, and everything inbetween is just drag"