Burmese massage

Part way through the massage her mobile rang. (It was so frustrating - we got a Burmese SIM but it only ever worked in Yangon. Everyone - well,just about everyone, including teenagers and street sweepers - had a mobile and was on it all the time. Except us.) So her mobile rang and she took the call, chatting with her cousin (she told me later) for ages, while tromping and stomping up and down on my thighs, hips and shins. At the other end of the room and young Burmese man was doing the same thing to a man, an middle aged hippy Aussie.