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Nayara Bocas del Toro, Frangipani Island, Bocas del Toro, Panama,
Measuring 50 feet tall, the treehouses are made from locally harvested bamboo, in addition to nearly 20 varieties of reclaimed, 500-year-old hardwoods. The latter was sourced from the forests that were flooded during the construction of the Panama Canal.
Designed by Ibuku
#art#design#architecture#interiors#boutique hotel#hotels#luxury hotels#luxuryhotels#designhotel#treehouse#reclaimed#sustainability#nayara boca del toro#panama#island#resort#ibuku#elora hardy#frangipani island#bamboo#hardwood
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A frangipani hornworm caterpillar (Pseudosphinx) seen at St. John's Parish Church in eastern Barbados.
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just a note, but this absolutely isn’t florida or socal, those mountains back there are volcanic pacific island ones and the flower is a frangipani/plumeria, which exists throughout the pacific and have cultural significance in hawaii as a sign of welcoming (among other things), so in this case, considering ichi’s probably in america, it almost definitely means that this is hawaii
#rgg#yakuza#yakuza 8#like a dragon infinite wealth#is that the name? I forgot. anyway#ichiban#rambling
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Series 9 Post 11: I know some of you have been waiting for it, but others are lying to themselves. (?)
Okay, jokes aside here is this adorable chic and sci-fi-loving little wolf~.
The flower I paired with her is Frangipani or Plumeria flower and symbolizes beauty and simplicity, but also romantic love.
In some cultures it represents the connection with the spirit world and lost loved ones.
The inhabitants of the Hawaiian Islands create garlands with these flowers, which they give as a sign of welcome and friendship to tourists.
In Asia, however, it represents immortality, good luck, peace and rebirth.
The reason is linked to its ability to bloom even after the branch it is on has been cut.
In the Maldives, frangipani is sacred and they call it “temple plant” because it is often found near temples and mosques.
#singmovie#sing2#singfanart#illuminationetertainment#porshacrystal#porshasingmovie#porshathewhitewolf#porshathewolf#whitewolf#canoncharacter#cc
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Frangipani (Plumeria rubra) in bloom on the north coast of Praslin Island, Seychelles
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Frangipani are gracing the ground all over the island and the nose with their gentle perfume smell. This beautiful flower is called japun here, or kamboja after the country.
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the link on the "books by pacific islanders" post you reblogged is broken :(
nooo that's such a bummer, it had such a great list that didn't just include polynesian authors, but also from all of pasifika/oceana! :(
i'll add some book reccs myself based on the original post! :)
Iep Jaltok: Poems from a Marshallese Daughter by Kathy Jetn̄il-Kijiner
As a poet and performer, Kathy Jetn̄il-Kijiner uses art and activism as a means to enlighten her readers and followers about her home, the Marshall Islands. In 2012, she co-founded Jo-Jikum, a nonprofit organization committed to helping the next generation of Marshallese to preserve their islands in the face of rising sea levels. Her book, Iep Jaltok: Poems from a Marshallese Daughter, pulls from personal and familial stories to create an illuminating collection of poetry about Marshallese politics, heritage, and climate change.
THE BONE PEOPLE by Keri Hulmes is part Maori, part European, asexual and aromantic and she's outcasted from her family. This Booker Award-winning novel digs into tragic romance, mystery and heritage.
ISLAND OF SHATTERED DREAMS by Chantal Spitz; critiques the French government leading to the time French Polynesia had to undergo its first nuclear tests, making it a controversial piece during its publication. Also included in the storyline is a family saga and a doomed love story.
YEAR OF THE REAPER by Makiia Lucier (Micronesia, Guam). Makiia Lucier grew up on the Pacific island of Guam and has degrees in journalism and library science from the University of Oregon and the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee.
The Properties of Perpetual Light is an homage to the work of the activist-writer, which author Julian Aguon describes as ''the work of bearing witness, wrestling with the questions of one's day, telling children the truth.'' With prose and poetry both bracing and quiet, Aguon weaves together stories from his childhood in the villages of Guam with searing political commentary.
My Urohs: the first collection of poetry by a Pohnpeian poet, Emelihter Kihleng's My Urohs is described by distinguished Samoan writer and artist Albert Wendt as "refreshingly innovative and compelling, a new way of seeing ourselves in our islands, an important and influential addition to our [Pacific] literature."
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If you’re a camera shy photographer like me, try a tandem photoshoot!
After meeting with a fellow photographer for lunch, I felt a surge of inspiration. The fear of stepping in front of the camera turned into curiosity.
With our cameras in tow, we walked along the cliffs. Surrounded by golden light and wildflowers, we took turns being the subject and photographer. The energetic collaboration between two creative minds was energizing.
It was so much fun, but I also learned a ton! Being the subject and working with another photographer as the subject can give you a new perspective & fuel your creative passion.
📸: @Audrey
#tandemphotoshoot #sandiegophotographer #brandphotographer #lifestylephotographer #photocollaboration #femalebusinessowners #camerashy #photographytips101 #karhiocreative #lifegrowsgreen #lgg #sunsetcliffsphotographer
@lifegrowsgreeninc @realdianasek
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Self caring! 🛁🫧
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kinktober 2022 // day five: frangipani
prompt: leather and latex (courtesy of @the-purity-pen)
pairing(s): joey/peter (dead man walking)
also on ao3 💋
this one was like a marathon, oh my god! 😅
He took his seat on the stool right in the middle of the dimly lit room. He had been told to strip off his clothes and await his brand-new outfit, and yet he remained reluctant about the whole thing. Word had gotten out on the street that his photoshoot in Playgirl magazine only drew male attention to him and his abnormally long dick, and yet no one told him that most of the readers there consisted of men for the most part. The attention all around proved to be more than what it was worth, but he couldn’t help but think about all of those men leering at him the same way that a woman did for him all the while.
He knew what he was made of but he also knew that the whole stunt brought him so many more caveats as well. The thought of men staring at him in that way brought a shiver up to his spine. He didn’t want to think about it, but he continually pictured it whenever he so much as shut his eyes and shook his head about as if he strove to wake up from an even worse bad dream that he had ever imagined.
He didn’t want to think about it, the thought of an older man with sinewy arms with the veins emerged out around the wrists, and his fingers down in the front of his underwear, all while he ogled that photoshoot, that large erection the size of a hoagie straight out of a Brooklyn sandwich shop and as thick as one of the pipes that held up the boardwalk down on Coney Island. The thought of a younger man with his eyes locked on that fat dick and his tongue hanging out from his mouth like the dirty dog he was.
There was a part of him that wanted to disappear forever from the earth, that wanted to leave everything behind and go missing for a while. To venture off into the woods and be around something nice and warm for a change of pace. Nice and warm against the cold of the Great Lakes and everything else. To escape life and everything that he knew at his fingertips and be alone with his thoughts for a while.
To be out there with no one else. If someone else followed him out there, he would tell them to leave. He needn’t anyone to cloud his mind for the time being.
But at the same time, he could in fact use a bit of relief. Something to help scratch the proverbial elusive itch. To be away from the wandering eyes. To find some kind of comfort.
Maybe he did in fact need someone else out there with him, just so he wasn’t alone in the whole solo brigade. And yet he wondered who could love him and lead him out there, to dote into his desires and every wish that he had on hand right at that moment. Perhaps he was in fact alone in the world.
All the best friends he could ask for with his band and yet, something felt amiss. The attention from those men out there had left him more alone than ever.
It was as if the universe had answered his question and then led him down a strange trail of some sort.
He had received an anonymous tip through the mail: a little red letter from one of the townships a few hours away from him. When he opened it up, he saw it was an invitation up to a cozy corner of upstate New York, away from the hustle of the city given he was famous at that point and everyone knew him as the green giant who did that infamous photoshoot: included in the letter was a set of directions to the hideaway.
It felt like pure magic.
“Come to the lake,” the letter told him. “Come to the lake and come alone. I'll be waiting for you. I promise. I know how you feel—I know exactly how you feel.”
It was an offer he couldn’t refuse, and one that came at a particularly good time given the other alternative was disappearing into his wine bottle. Such robust, rich red wine all for himself, but he knew that he even went so much as any further into that bottle, he never left in one piece once he reached the very bottom of that thick layer of glass.
By the morning, he took to the road with the red envelope rested on the seat next to him, as if it served as his companion for his little road trip.
Through the trees, over the low rolling crests of the Catskills and the very rim of the Appalachians, through the low-hanging gray clouds that made up the sky overhead, with the soft sunlight that perforated the tapestry every so often: the rays caressed over his cold stone face and the black leather that comprised the long motorcycle jacket wrapped around his body. The way the leather glimmered and twinkled with the brightest spots of sun out there.
At one point, along a barren stretch of highway, which in turn gave him a bath of soft gray sunlight, he nudged his sunglasses down the straight bridge of his nose and he peered straight into the rear-view mirror before his face, into those emerald green eyes that seemed to glow, even in pure darkness. When the sun returned to its hiding place behind the clouds, he nudged his sunglasses back up his nose and he ran his fingers through the side of his coarse black hair.
Not once did he think about wine or anything else that might bring him to an untimely demise.
Another few minutes and the Syracuse skyline arose from the dense clusters of dark trees before him.
It was North Syracuse he had been told to go to: an outbuilding right near the edge of the little lake there.
He trekked through the outer rim of the city: such a strange sight to bear witness to, the lack of an inner city around there. The mere sight of it brought a snort out of him and a shake of his head.
The next turn-off to North Syracuse and he found his way through the scores of houses and little boutiques, all the way through town to the very rim of it in the heart of the forest. And then, before the trees became lusher, he reached the little narrow street on the left side in question. He merged over into the center lane and awaited the next rouse of cars which came about in the opposite direction, and then he swung the left. He was met with a narrow side street that resembled somewhat to someone’s driveway. In fact, as far as he knew, it was someone’s driveway.
But he pressed on despite his own pervading sense of reluctance: the pavement hung a right curve and he beheld the sight of the lake off to his left. The glassy waters carried a slight twinkle to them courtesy of the clouds overhead. He thought about pulling over and stripping off his clothes all to take a swim, but then again, those waters seemed far too cold to even so much as enjoy himself. He had no towels on hand, either.
Peter sighed through his nose and drummed his fingers along the rim of the steering wheel, and, again like magic, he spotted a long low outbuilding on one side of the lake with a jet-black roof and a skylight window on top. The roof rose up just enough when he rounded the corner to see a witching window there.
“Party house,” he muttered to himself. It wasn’t a glass house so to speak, but it would have to suffice for the time being. A patch of gravel extended away from the front door and he parked on the side furthest away from there. When he switched off the engine, he picked the red envelope off of the seat and reread the note as well as the directions, just to be clear that he had taken every right which way possible. Besides, that was the only building he could find along the rim of the lake: the rest of the shoreline was sheer dark mud, low lush green shrubs, and weeping willows contrasted against those dark woods all around him.
It was rather far removed from civilization: he had to have been at least five miles outside of North Syracuse and even further from Syracuse itself or any of the little townships that comprised the outskirts.
But he sighed through his nose again, and he climbed out to the cool, crisp late morning air, and he sauntered over to the ramshackle front porch and the low door there before him. His long fingers crept around the rim of the doorknob, and with yet another sigh, he pushed it forward.
The door creaked open and he peeked inside of the hallway there. He was met with complete darkness, but he set one foot forward, followed by the next one, and within a minute or so, he found himself inside of the dark hallway, and he shut the door behind him. Nothing more than a single candle lit up the wall off to his left.
When he reached the candle, he noticed the piece of paper tacked to the wall, with the words scrawled in that same handwriting: “Meet me in the dressing room.”
“The dressing room?” he wondered aloud. He swallowed and kept at it down the hall: the floorboards creaked underneath his towering height, all the way to the very back of the corridor. Indeed, there was a door at the very end there, as it ajar by about an inch.
He nudged the door open and he beheld the stool there right in the midst of the floor.
Another glimpse about the darkness and he stepped on over to the stool.
Another glimpse around and he took a seat, and he took off his hat and tucked it into his jacket. He faced the door in anticipation of his reward.
“Hello, Peter.”
He whirled around and almost fell right off of the stool all the while. With the light of the candle from the shadows on the other side of the room, he made sight of the slender body right next to it. The golden light shone over those inky black curls to where they looked as though they had gold embedded in them. It took him a second to realize what he was wearing: a skintight, bright neon blue body suit of latex which fitted every nook and cranny of his slender little body, such that it accentuated everything. Peter couldn’t resist looking in between his shapely hips, at that Italian package waiting for erection.
“What is this, some kind of joke?” Peter demanded, to which Joey adjusted the latex collar of the suit with his free hand.
“It’s only a joke if you want it to be,” he retorted in a low voice. Peter shook his head at him and then he ducked over to the door. Joey took a few big steps over to the door and he extended an arm past Peter’s head, and he shut the door before he had a chance to escape.
Upon closing, there followed a small click inside of the panels. Peter jiggled the knob, but it was useless: the door locked. He whirled around to find Joey right behind him with the candle still in hand: he reached down the collar for something there, and he showed off the little copper key.
Peter lunged for the key, but Joey dropped it back down the collar. He adjusted the collar so there was no possibility of getting it away from him. Peter hunched his shoulders and pressed his back to the door behind him.
“You may be big and tall, but you ain’t got shit on the deadly nightshade, big fella,” Joey assured him with a second snap of latex to adjust the position. Fuming, Peter turned for a glance down at that little Iroquois man, who only reached the crest of his shoulders by the crown of his curls upon his head. In the dim light, he could see that he wore a pair of high-heeled boots to go with the latex. Even with the high heels, he was still a dwarf in comparison to the giant before him.
“I could crush you in my fist,” Peter threatened him. “Especially if you don’t let me out of this room right now.”
“Why? I invited you out here because you looked like a lonely boy.”
“I don’t have shit for you, you little worm,” Peter snarled.
“Latex and leather are like peas and carrots,” Joey pointed out, nonplussed. “The two just sorta—y'know—go together in the utmost perfect way possible.”
“You wish,” Peter scoffed.
“No, it’s true,” Joey continued, still with a straight face. “I mean, knowing how utterly sexual your songs are, you are bound to know these things, big fella.”
“Yes, but with a woman,” Peter insisted, exasperated. “And stop calling me big fella!”
“Why?” Joey pressed his free hand to his hip. “I'm the one who calls the shots ‘round here.”
“Seriously?” Peter knitted his eyebrows together at him in frustration.
“As serious as pie.”
Peter rolled his eyes at him.
“Here—” Joey made his way to the center of the room and he set the candle down on the seat of the stool. The single flame shone amber light over the walls around them, and he turned back towards him: Peter only saw his slim silhouette against the amber light. Slim and svelte, and his hips carried a slight roundness to them. His thighs were slender but through the thin layer of latex, Peter could see their sinewy tone. He gave his black ringlets a toss back with a flick of his head and pressed his hands to his hips.
“Come on,” Joey persisted. “There has to be sump’n in there for me.”
Peter shook his head. “There isn’t,” he told him off. “There just—there isn’t. There's nothing here for you, Joey.”
“But there is,” he said.
“No, there isn’t.”
“There is. I know this, Peter—there is unquestionably something there.”
“No. No, no, no. You led me on. You brought me here and locked the door so I can’t get out. Give me the key! Give me the key and let me the fuck out of here!”
“Just say it,” he insisted.
“No.”
“Say it!”
“No!”
“Come on, Pete, you showed yourself—you ought to know that yer gonna attract attention and everything!”
“But not like this, though!” Peter declared. “Nothing like this!” Still fuming, he turned back to the door and he held onto the knob in hopes to do something about it. Joey came up from behind him and threw his arms around his body.
He was stronger than he looked as he tugged him away from there.
He pinned Peter to the wall with those large hands, complete with those long and lanky fingers wrapped around his wrists.
“No!” Peter exclaimed. “No! Help! HELP! RAPIST!”
“Shh, shh, shh, shh—” Joey reached up and clasped a hand to his mouth to silence him. His skin was soft and silken, such that Peter remained still with his back to the wall.
“I’m not going to hurt you or do anything against your will if you don’t want to,” Joey promised him. “I’d never hurt you, even if it was meant to save my life.”
“But you brought me here!” Peter exclaimed, and Joey returned his hand to his mouth again. “You tricked me!”
“Yes. I brought you here. But it’s only because I could see your melancholy from a mile away. I brought you here all to help you get past whatever it is that’s getting to you right now.”
Peter said something in a muffled voice, but Joey stood his ground.
“I have seen your desires,” he continued, and with every word, his nasally voice fell off in tone. “I have seen them. I have felt them. I have witnessed them in action right before my very eyes. I have seen you want something more out of life and that’s to give yourself fully to another soul. Give yourself and feel the pain before you release it in such a hearty catharsis that you won’t know what to do with yourself afterwards.” At that point, his voice fell off into a husky whisper.
Peter continued to struggle in hopes to break away from his grip as well as the hand pressed against his mouth. But Joey pressed his little body against his, and somehow, he was able to weigh him down and keep him there at the wall. In the dim amber light, he watched Joey run his tongue along his bottom lip and then, he stood up on his toes and he brought his mouth up to his ear. Peter closed his eyes as he awaited his fate with this little mixed man.
“Free yourself, Peter,” Joey whispered into his ear. “Free yourself from these chains that you bind yourself to. Feel the leather. Feel the latex. Feel everything against your body—that incredibly huge schlong of yours—everything. Feel it. Feel it!”
Peter relaxed every muscle in his body. He may have been led on but there was something inside of him that Joey was able to feel the pulse of, even without so much as trying. Indeed, when he said those words that he longed to hear from another soul, he paid attention to the leather that enveloped his upper body. Every nuance, every corner, every last little part of it, from his waist up his body to his arms and his shoulders, to right underneath the base of his neck and his long hair.
Joey parted his lips as if he was about to kiss the side of Peter’s face, but he never did, even when Peter closed his eyes.
“It’s inside you,” he continued with his voice still down in a husky whisper. “The power resides within you, every last iota of it. Embrace it. Embrace every inch of it. The more you deny, the more you wither.”
Peter then opened his eyes and he nodded his head at him, and Joey removed his hand from his mouth.
“What if I wanted to wither?” he pointed out.
“Then you ruin your own life,” Joey told him as he adjusted the latex around his thighs with a slight movement of his knees. “Y’know, there’s a little sump’n I learned when I quit drinking and that’s the more you bottle things in, the more likely you’re going to end up with a bottle in your hands.”
It was as if he had read Peter’s mind, and every last part of it. He gazed into those earthy brown eyes, and he swallowed his fear, and he nodded his head.
Joey brought his face to right in front of his, such that the tips of their noses remained right before each other. He knew he was going to be there a while.
“Come to me,” Joey begged, still with his voice down low. “Please. I'm not going to hurt you.”
“Alright, then,” Peter replied, and he nodded at him. “I give myself to you. May I ask, is there anything more I must do?”
“More leather? Be my slave?”
“Your slave?” Peter echoed him with a slight chuckle.
“Yes. Be my slave. An’ I will be master.”
“What if I wanted to be master?” Peter asked him with a raise of an eyebrow.
“Perhaps something can be arranged,” Joey suggested to him. “But we have to reach the end of this, though.”
“And what does ‘this’ exactly encompass, master Joey?”
Joey himself flattened his feet on the floor before him, and he doubled back to the other corner of the room for something. All the while, the amber light from the open flame shone over the latex over his hips and his ass, which in turn accentuated the shape of his body.
“You do look good in that bodysuit,” Peter confessed. “You look very good, actually.”
Joey crouched down before the corner and peered over his shoulder at him: past the point of the flame, Peter could see his sly little smile.
“You do,” Peter continued. “You look so very good, Joey.”
Joey stood back up and showed Peter something long and thin cradled in one hand and something tucked underneath his other arm.
“What’s all this?” Peter called out to him. Joey never replied as he set the thing under his arm down before him. It was a short little stepladder.
He climbed on top with the long and narrow thing down by his feet.
“Stay still,” Joey told him, and he reached up to Peter’s wrist for something. He could feel something pressed against his wrist. It took Peter a second to realize that Joey had pressed him against a Berkley horse, pressed right up against the wall in the shadows. He took to his other wrist and tied him down snug. Joey then reached down to his feet for the long and narrow thing.
“Okay, now bite down on this and count to ten,” Joey commanded. He slipped it into Peter’s mouth: it was a stray leather strap, as if Joey had taken it out of a belt.
“One—” he started once his teeth sank into the top.
“No, not yet,” Joey stopped him with his fingertip pressed up to the tip of his nose. Peter held still with the strap tucked inside of his mouth as Joey descended the ladder. He nudged it out of the way and doubled back to the corner of the room. Peter flexed his fingers all to make his wrist pulsate.
The smooth rope resembled to silk, the finest ever, right up against his skin.
Joey returned with a couple of long and thin objects in his hands.
“The safe word is ‘Hollywood’,” he told him. “If you say it aloud, I'll stop. And we can do something else if you’d like.” There was something oddly endearing about his upstate accent with the more that Peter heard it for himself.
He tucked the long and thin object underneath his arm so he could use two hands to perform the act. Peter flexed his fingers again, that time out of apprehension. Joey unfastened his jeans and tugged them down his legs to his ankles. It took Peter a second to realize that he had also pulled his underwear down his legs as well. He was out there in the open, right in front of Joey’s face.
“Wow,” he breathed out at the sight before him. Peter took a glimpse down at Joey and his hands: his fingers caressed over the sheer extent of the shaft, even tucked away from the world in between his legs. “Oh, my word. It's even bigger in person, holy shit.”
He let out a low whistle and then there was a soft metallic clicking down there by Peter’s thighs. Peter himself closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. He ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of the leather inside of his mouth.
The thought of Joey’s body enveloped inside of latex found its way down to the very tip. There was a voice in the back of his mind that wanted Joey to go so easy on him. But he also wanted Joey to give it to him, the absolute worst he had on hand with him.
Before he could even so much as mutter something to him through the leather tucked inside of his mouth, Joey stuck the tip of his finger right into the hole at the end of Peter’s dick, which in turn caught him off-guard.
He yelped out at the feeling, albeit in muffled fashion from the leather in his mouth.
“C’mon,” Joey coaxed him. “C’mon, damn it—you know ya wanna—”
His fingers were soft and gentle around that sensitive skin, such that it tickled and sent a chill up Peter’s spine. He brought his fingers to the shaft for a little tickle. The tickling sensation turned into another wave of chills.
“There we go,” Joey said, and through the dim light, Peter made out the sight of the devilish smirk on his face.
Cold metal crossed the skin there. He was strapping on a harness.
“Bite down and count to ten,” Joey told him.
“One—” He grunted at the feeling of the hard metal right atop his erection. It clung onto his skin as if it was made for the very tip of his dick. That was one ring right upon the head.
“Two—” The second ring, and he grunted at the next burst of the cold metal above that first ring. The combination of both bent back his head just a hair, but it was a length that he could notice especially given how hard his heart pounded in his chest. Cold like the forests that comprised the forests outside of there. Cold like the loneliness that surrounded him following that damn photoshoot.
“Three—” Another ring, and he could feel himself hardening up more and more from the sensation there. All three fit him perfect, and yet there was nowhere to go beyond that.
“Four—” Another ring and another grunt. Joey was restraining him. Torturing him. Torturing his cock as well as his balls.
“Five—don’t you dare erect, stop that.” Another ring, and yet his heart pounded hard from the combined feeling of the cold as well as the fact that he had something metallic crimping his dick back in all of its full length. He was being restrained and tortured, and in the best way possible. The rush, the euphoria, the feeling that he was so close to Joey and the only that separated them was a piece of metal as well as a thin layer of latex, it was all too much. It all shoved him up the proverbial hill.
“Six—” The sixth ring next, and Peter could feel his dick being pushed back towards his balls so much at that point, even with his heart pounding and his breathing harder. He was rising higher and higher.
“Seven—Jesus—” he finally groaned out from behind the edge of the leather.
“Remember, safe word,” Joey told him, and Peter groaned in his throat. His heart raced and his mind was a blur all the while. The eighth ring, followed by the ninth.
He was tucked in so far and the metal pressed so hard against his skin, he swore that if he had no release, he would explode from the sheer extent of it.
Joey stood back and pressed his hands to his hips.
“Holy shit,” he remarked. “We’re almost to the end of the ten rings on the harness and man—you've got at least another five inches or so before I hit ya right in the nuts.”
Peter’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of that. Maybe this was deserved. This was the attention that he never officially got from all of those gay men who ogled him following that photoshoot, and the harness served as a punishment of some sort. This was what he deserved for being so big, and so well-endowed with his lumbering height.
Or maybe, this was part of the trick. Joey had read his mind and sifted through his pervasive loneliness that he was willing to inflict a bit of pain, all so he could know what pain felt like in hindsight and he could perhaps help him on the way. This harness and those silk ropes, the trip out there, the darkness and the candlelight, the leather and the latex, all of it, all combined together served as both punishment as well as a means of pleasure. To give him what for while also giving him what for in the end.
A delicate balance of both.
Joey licked his lips and reached for the harness once again. Those fingers, the tips pressed against the burgeoning surface of the restrained shaft. Through the dim light, Peter could see something about the latex around his little body: something off. He raised his head and tried not to focus on it so much.
He could feel him struggling with the tenth and final ring on the harness, and Peter wondered if it was due to the fact that the harness was too small or that his dick had filled up with so much blood, all the way from his balls down to the very tip, that he was merely one ring away from a full-blown erection and an explosion of ejaculation everywhere. Joey grunted and groaned as he strove to bind the tenth ring.
It was a tight fit but Joey did it: he clinked that tenth ring over his length and that proved to be enough for the both of them. Joey lingered back and gave his hair a toss back with a flick of his head, and that was when Peter took a single look down at him, and his full-on erection from inside the latex. The cold metal pressed against his balls, which only added to it.
Rising higher and higher.
Nowhere to go.
He couldn’t do it: he had to break free from the chains that held him down, just like how Joey had said before. He spat out the leather and let out a loud, animalistic groan.
“Hollywood! Hollywood! Damn it all straight to Hollywood!”
Joey burst out laughing and then he leapt up onto the Berkley horse to give Peter a kiss right on the lips.
Perhaps it was just Stockholm syndrome, but something about the whole thing left Peter yearning for more. The feeling of pain deep inside of his skin only brought him the sweetest of sensations, especially as Joey released the rings of the harness, one by one, and set him free.
“Ah, goodie, got some precum!” Joey declared.
“Seeing as I’m up on the wall and everything, how ‘bout you suck my cock?”
Joey gaped at him and his face lit up.
“You... want me to—blow you? Blow this big fat sausage of yours?”
“Do it,” Peter commanded him in a low growl of a voice. “You know you want to.”
“And I do.”
Joey bowed his head down towards Peter’s erection, in its biggest and fullest ever at that point. Those little dark lips around the head first, and then he moved his head closer to his balls and his body.
“This is like eating a baseball bat—holy shit,” Joey groaned in a low voice.
“That’s what you get, you dirty, dirty dog,” Peter grunted from the feeling of his mouth around him. “I’m like brass.”
Joey coughed and gagged, but he persisted with that mouth of his, that mouth that gave Anthrax their voice. He managed to overtake the length in which he had put the rings down over that taut skin. Peter took a glimpse down all to lock eyes with Joey: he reached up and slithered his hands over Peter’s lower belly. He reached all the way up to his chest, and then back down again.
Peter could feel himself coming. Indeed, Joey rolled his eyes into the back of his head as he swallowed it down. He then let go of Peter’s erection, all to let the rest of the pearly white liquid bleed on out. He was coming like crazy, much to Joey’s amusement.
“Man, you really do have a huge load, don’t you?” he remarked with a cough.
“Put your pussy here and I’ll come inside of you,” Peter went along with it, to which Joey burst out laughing.
“Want me to loosen you up?” he offered.
“Please. My arms are starting to fall asleep.”
While the tip of Peter’s dick continued to weep, Joey moved the stepladder back in front of him and untied the rope around his wrists. Peter flexed his fingers once again, and he realized that Joey’s dick remained right in front of his face. He lunged forth for a kiss on the surface of the latex, which in turn made Joey gasp.
“This, too—” Peter headbutted him right in the stomach, and Joey nearly lost his balance from the top of the stepladder.
“I deserved both of those,” he groaned out with one hand on his stomach.
“You do look good in latex,” Peter repeated as he watched Joey climb off of there. “Master.”
“Nah, I'm kinda the slave at this point. Not that I'm complaining. Leather is the one over latex for a reason, anyway.” As he reached the bottom, he flashed Peter another wink, and then he stood up on his toes again for another kiss on the neck, which in turn only made Peter shoot out more.
He knew he was going to be there a while.
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BAD BUDDY FILMING LOCATIONS 6
This post continues my five previous ones (linked here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5) on filming locations for Bad Buddy. This instalment is loosely about F&B and commercial locations.
One of the filming locations I had thought would be impossible to find was the wonton noodle stall, because it looked so much like an authentic street vendor set-up (and if that were true, looking for it would really have been a haystack-needle quest given that there are more than half a million street vendors in Bangkok, according to this article linked here).
(top) Ep.10 [3I4] 11.50; (bottom) Ep.5 [1I4] 9.20
I thought they had commandeered an actual stall because the attention to detail was just insane:
There's steam rising off that stove (see Ep.5 [1I4] 9.20);
That white Suzuki van is all kitted out with lanterns, Chinese decorations and branding stickers;
There are condiment bottles in baskets on every table and at the ordering counter too;
There is a large menu board that not only has dishes, prices and photos of what's on sale – they also canceled out two items to make it look like they're no longer available (which happens all the time in real life – when something is sold out/not saleable and is removed from the menu).
But I should have known better – because it's all artifice. The wonton loong is also an actor (he was the ice-cream vendor in My Engineer, and can be seen in that series on YouTube at Ep.7 [3I4] 0.16) and the whole stall was set up at the open forecourt of Building 7 (the RSU Library) at Rangsit University (RSU).
The following image of RSU Building 7's forecourt is from Google Street View:
These are the corroborating details in Bad Buddy, with reference to the image above:
The pink RSU Building 7 sign can be seen at Ep.7 [3I4] 3.56, Ep.7 [3I4] 4.47 and Ep.10 [3I4] 11.50;
At the far left you can see the white picket fence palings that are visible behind Ink at Ep.7 [3I4] 5.10;
The little frangipani tree in a dragon urn with a rusted white-frame impact guard all around it (between the tree on the left and the pink RSU Building 7 sign) can also be seen at Ep.7 [3I4] 3.56, Ep.7 [3I4] 4.47 and Ep.7 [3I4] 4.52;
The red-brown ramp with black railings, as well as the banana trees to the right, can be seen in BBS at Ep.3 [1I4] 6.10 and Ep.5 [1I4] 9.51;
The distinctive black and white rainwater spouts at the parapet above the round columns of the white single-story block can be seen behind the vendor van at Ep.3 [1I4] 6.08 and Ep.5 [1I4] 9.06.
Opposite the RSU Library is Building 11:
(above) This image of RSU Building 11 is from Google Street View
RSU Building 11 can also be seen in the background of some scenes at the wonton noodle stall. The following are some more corroborating details in BBS:
The poster on the left (with the slogan "Let's Go Global") is just visible at Ep.7 [3I4] 3.56 and Ep.10 [3I4] 11.50;
The glass façade with its spider clamps, as well as these elements behind it – the wide, white staircase, the round metal-clad column flanked by flags of different countries (Japan, India, USA, Canada, Brunei, Turkey, Indonesia, and Bangladesh) – are visible in BBS at Ep.7 [3I4] 3.56, Ep.7 [3I4] 4.47 and Ep.10 [3I4] 11.50.
For some reason, when I saw this building in BBS it looked like a car dealership to me, and that led me further astray in the hunt to track the location down. 🤷♂️ But it was RSU Library's pink signboard that finally pointed me in the right direction.
Although the wonton noodle stall wasn't a real one, the next few locations are actual F&B/commercial establishments. A number of these were easy to find because they're acknowledged in the closing credits, and the buildings they are in were also used as establishing shots – these buildings are The Promenade Mall (587,589 589/7-9 Ram Inthra Road, Khan Na Yao, Bangkok 10230, Thailand) and Fashion Island Mall (Ram Inthra Road, Khan Na Yao, Bangkok 10230, Thailand):
(top) The Promenade (Ep.8 [2/4] 0.17); (bottom) Fashion Island (Ep.10 [3I4] 17.53)
The Promenade and Fashion Island are connected by a covered skybridge that crosses the road separating them – it's really a corridor in the sky and brings the two together into one giant shopping destination.
(above) The corridor in the sky connecting Fashion Island and The Promenade (image from Google Street View off Google Maps)
A must-see location here is the dessert café where Pat had his disaster date with Ink, and it is in reality Gram Café and Pancakes on Level 2 of The Promenade:
(above) This image is from The Promenade's website (linked here) and is a match for Ep.5 [2/4] 1.42 (InkPat's disaster date), Ep.5 [2/4] 5.04 (Ink feeding Pa in front of the sign that says "I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU – I FED YOU PANCAKE") and Ep.5 [2/4] 9.46 (Pran catching sight of Ink and Pat at the café)
(above) Ep.5 [2/4] 5.03
Even if you're not a Bad Buddy fan, the fluffy pancakes served in this Japanese chain are legendary and should soothe any dessert-hungry traveler (Gram is so popular it now has outlets all across Southeast Asia and in Australia as well).
The other F&B establishment at The Promenade that was also featured in BBS is Shuushabu, and it was the locale for Ink and Pa's clumsy shabu-shabu meal (starting at Ep.8 [2/4] 0.21), as well as the setting for Pat's dream date with Pran coming true (at Ep.10 [3I4] 17.57 – which was the realization of the wish he made at Ep.8 [2/4] 3.39: "I want to go out and have a hot pot with you" 💖).
(above) This image of Shuushabu is from The Promenade's website (linked here) – Pat and Pran had the first table next to the door, right up front; Ink and Pa's table was further inside, facing the blackboard at the back
Shuushabu's Facebook (linked here) also has this: 😍
Across the bridge from The Promenade, tucked away inside the gargantuan commercial behemoth that is Fashion Island, is the one BBS shop setting here that isn't F&B – Vee Music, on Level 3 of the mall. Vee Music represented PatPran's favorite music store (seen in BBS at Ep.3 [3I4] 2.12 and Ep.5 [2/4] 5.13):
(above) This image dated 1 September 2021 is from Vee Music's Facebook (linked here); corroborating details are the framed chainlink support for the LED signage that says "Fender", the horizontal paneling on the right and left walls (beechwood on one side, pale gray on the other), the white ceiling tracklights at the front of the store, and the illuminated signboard of the Sizzler restaurant opposite, that is reflected below the "Fender" signage
(above) Ep.3 [3I4] 2.55
For a closer look around the interior of Vee Music, check out this video posted by Audy Thailand on YouTube (the signboard outside is different because the video is from three years ago, but the interior looks largely the same):
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The last BBS location within the confines of Fashion Island/The Promenade isn't strictly speaking an F&B or commercial establishment, but I'm including it here because it's still mall-based. It's the corridor where PatPran had their confrontation with Ming after they shopped for groceries following their hot pot meal (Ep.10 [4/4] 0.22):
The sign that says "Momoko" (visible in the image above) was the clue to pinpointing this location on plan – it's for the Momoko Bag and Shoe Spa at Level 1 of The Promenade, meaning that this location is the walkway connecting to the car park from Main Street East, just after the corridor turnoff to the toilets:
(above) This plan graphic was adapted from The Promenade's website, linked here
The next location takes us back to Rangsit University (where the academic scenes were filmed). It's Hokkaido Coffee at the RSU Student Center:
(top) The location of Hokkaido Coffee on plan; (middle) this photo taken by วิษณุ วรรณแสวง and dated April 2019 is from Google Maps (linked here) – corroborating details are the standee (seen in BBS behind Pran at Ep.4 [1I4] 16.45) as well as the teapot sticker on the glass door (Ep.4 [1I4] 16.56); (bottom) this interior view dated 4 May 2019 is on Hokkaido Coffee's Facebook (linked here) – the mirror at the back, the Japanese-inspired mezzanine balustrading, the green text "Hokkaido Coffee" below the curved display case, and the artwork on the walls are all matching details
This is the café where Pran saw Ink buying Pat iced milk tea (Ep.4 [1I4] 16.56), where he discussed Pat's charges of gun possession with Wai, Safe and Louis (Ep.9 [4/4] 2.47), and where Ink bought dessert for Pa and her friends (Ep.10 [1I4] 16.59):
(top left) Ep.4 [1I4] 16.45; (top right) Ep.4 [1I4] 16.56; (bottom left) Ep.9 [4/4] 2.57; (bottom right) Ep.10 [1I4] 17.24
We all know that Ink's rendezvous with Pat at Hokkaido Coffee triggered Pran's memory of buying iced milk tea for Pat in high school (Ep.4 [2/4] 0.35). That flashback scene was filmed at the canteen of the Satit Bilingual School (SBS), also on Rangsit University's campus:
(above) The SBS canteen is at the first storey of this block, seen here in an image from Google Street View dated January 2022
Zooming in, you can just make out the back of the Smoothie Shake stall where teen Pran bought iced milk tea for teen Pat (although why a smoothie stall should be selling Thai iced milk tea is beyond me 😂):
(top left) Google Street View, zoomed in; (top right) this image is an old photo from the SBS Facebook (linked here) – the name of the stall is different probably because this image dates from 1 September 2012; (bottom) Ep.4 [2/4] 0.46
The staircase next to the stall is also the one that we see Pat walking up as he calls out to Pran (at Ep.4 [2/4] 0.47). Corroborating details are the vivid orange paneling and black steel framing at the stalls. I can't find a more recent image but there are a fair number of photos with other matching details on the SBS Facebook (linked here).
The university counterpart to the SBS canteen is the RSU Student Center Food Court – and this was the setting for several scenes in BBS: Ep.2 [1I4] 6.04 (Pat and Pran hustling their friend groups away from each other), Ep.3 [4/4] 2.36 (the Archi boys discussing funding to rebuild the bus stop), and Ep.10 [1I4] 13.53 (WaiKorn's wedding – see this link here for an explanation – and the post-wedding discussion about Wai's crush on Pa).
(top left) This image is extracted from a video dated May 2022 by Liu Tangyuyang on Google Maps (linked here) – the poster with a coffee cup below the counter can be seen in BBS at Ep.3 [4/4] 2.57 behind Wai, and the signboard saying "Koffee" can be glimpsed at Ep.10 [1I4] 15.17 behind Pran; (top right) Ep.10 [1I4] 16.51; (bottom left) this image is extracted from a YouTube video ("RIC" Uni Tour 2021, linked here, timestamp 5.50); (bottom right) Ep.2 [1I4] 6.06
There is one more F&B location on the RSU campus that can be seen in BBS, but I can't find corroborating images for it online – this is U Café, and it was in the background of Pat, Pran and Wai’s fight at the base of their student apartment building (Ep.5 [4/4] 1.59), as well as the scene where Pa says to Ink "Anyone taller than me is fine" (Ep.9 [2/4] 3.04).
Google Maps has some images, but they are old (dating to November 2016) and except for the U Café logo they really don't match what we see in the scene beginning at Ep.9 [2/4] 2.13.
(top left) This image of the U Café box signage is from Google Maps (linked here) and it dates from November 2016 – although the logo matches what we see in BBS, the box sign and other details don't; (top right) Ep.5 [4/4] 2.03; (bottom) Ep.9 [2/4] 3.37
Google Maps suggests that U Café is situated at the RSU Faculty of Art and Design (not the College of Engineering as I'd previously thought), but I haven't been able to find enough information to ascertain this and pinpoint a location. If anyone is visiting Rangsit University, do have a look around and let me know if you find anything! 💖
Afterpost Edit:
OK, so based on some feedback from @tiistirtipii who went BBS location-spotting in Thailand (thanks dearie! 💖) and after more searching on the Internet, I'm pretty certain of where this location is.
U Café is no longer there, but the location of Pat, Pran and Wai's altercation, as well as Pa's height-themed flirty come-on to Ink, is at the end of the road where Pat and Pa drop Pran off after rescuing him from being beaten up by Korn, Mo and Chang (see Ep.1 [3/4] 2.05):
(top) The probable map location of where U Café used to be on the map; (bottom) a zoomed-in screenshot from Google Maps of the location (viewed from 13°57'54.4"N 100°35'08.8"E)
In the screenshot above (apologies for the blurriness) you can just make out the air-conditioning condensers mounted between the windows above and a stretch of brick wall lower down, the dark gray doors below the café counter, and the large white uPVC rain water downpipes that bend horizontally to avoid the edge of the floor slab and enter the underground drain one step below – these are all corroborating details visible in BBS at Ep.5 [4/4] 2.07. 👍
The last location for this post (that I've not previously written-up) is food retail but not dining F&B – it's the market where PatPran went shopping for ingredients during the Archi Volunteer Camp, and this was Chatchai Market in Hua Hin, along Petchkasem Road:
(above) Ep.6 [3I4] 3.19
(top) This image of Chatchai Market is from the Tourism Thailand website (linked here); (bottom) this photo of the interior, dated December 2020, was taken by Poomjit Sirawongprasert and is from Google Maps (linked here)
(above) This image is a screencap from the Behind-the-Scenes video at timestamp 0.01 (linked here) – the telephone number on the stall sign at the top left of the image is a match for the number in the image off Google Maps above, and helps to corroborate the location (it's for a dried seafood stall in the market: ร้านเข็มทองของแห้ง by โอ๋")
(top) At timestamp 0.08 in the same Behind-the-Scenes video linked above, we can see Ohm and Director Backaof waiting for Nanon outside Chatchai Market (one of its exits leads to this road – Hua Hin 72); (bottom) this image is from Google Street View at the same road (Hua Hin 72) – the shops are a match for what we see behind Ohm and Director Backaof
So aside from the above, there are actually three other F&B locations that I've already mentioned in previous write-ups. There's no point re-writing them up here, but if you're interested to read more –they're the Jae Si Curry House (actually Nabnuer Meat & Co. Steakhouse at Ek Thaksin Road in Rangsit; write-up linked here), the iced milk tea stall at Pat's faculty (write-up linked here) and the café at Pran's faculty where the Archi gang discussed Pat's gift of khanom thong yod (actually Decons Café at the RSU Faculty of Architecture Building; write-up linked here).
Whew! That's about it for this long post. 😊 But if you're wondering why I grouped all these F&B/commercial locations together in this one monster write-up, I did have a particular reason in mind.
Any BBS fans traveling to Thailand might find it fun to visit the filming locations – but for non-fans the experience could be rather boring if they hadn't watched the series.
F&B/commercial locations, however, should still be reasonably interesting (hopefully) to any dragged-along travel companions. Even if they aren't into BBS as much as we are, they might still enjoy themselves patronizing these places as customers, if not as fans. (OK, this wouldn't apply to the noodle stall location or the canteens, but you can't win 'em all. 🤷♂️)
Well I'm hoping this holds true anyway, and I'm also thinking of my own traveling companions in the future here. Heh. 😜💖
[Afterpost Edit – here are the links to all the filming location posts:
Part 1 – The legendary rooftop, PatPran’s student apartments, their high school, the white arches behind the Engineering Canteen, the Zero Waste Village and various seaside scenes, their honeymoon suite, the hospital where Pat was treated for his gunshot graze, and the high school reunion.
Part 2 – Pat and Pran’s family homes, the Flagpole Bar, the car park fight location, and the Jae Si Curry House.
Part 3 – Various locations at and around the rugby field, including Pat’s photoshoot with Ink, the rugby bleachers, the iced milk tea (and green tea wave) picnic table, InkPa’s photography picnic, the old bus stop and the new bus stop. Also Khun Noppharnach’s pharmacy.
Part 4 – Pat’s Engineering Faculty (in and around Rangsit University’s College of Engineering).
Part 5 – Pran’s Architecture Faculty (Rangsity University’s School of Architecture).
Part 6 – Various F&B and commercial locations (eateries, shops, malls and a market).
Part 7 – Pat’s post-graduation apartment and Pran’s residence in Singapore.
Part 8 – Various campus locations filmed within Rangsit University’s Digital Multimedia Complex, including the auditorium and the Freshy Day Song Contest.
Part 9 – The LogTech Building and Pran’s architectural office in Singapore.
Part 10 – Locations for the Our Skyy 2 x Bad Buddy special episodes.
Part 11 – The apartment for rent that Pran went to view in Ep.2, the elevator scene with Pat just after the viewing, and Wai’s apartment.
Part 12 – PatPran’s elementary and high schools, as well as the location of Pa’s near-drowning.
Part 13 – Random locations (Pran searching for his lost earphones, the covered car park where Wai spied on Pat serenading Pran with Nanon's Love Score, the airport car park, the SouthTech U Library, PatPran's rainy day ointment interlude, their motorbike and truck rides in Hua Hin, the approach road to Uncle Yod's bar, the filming location for the music videos Just Friend? and Our Song, and Pran's street address in Singapore).
Will update this list if I can track down the hardware stores – the one remaining location still unidentified! 🤣]
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Balinese Massage: Journey to Serenity in the Island of Gods
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8 February 2024
WEEK 4 & 5 - Reflective Writing
There are five components that help us articulate opinions of design objects: Processes & purposes, subject matter & meanings, choice & uses of medium, aspects of form and contexts of piece. Take the Risis sculpture. The purpose of this sculpture is to be a gift that resembles respect & appreciation. The medium of this object is gold, and is universally known to be used to convey the perception of luxury. It’s perfectly united in shape, making it ideal to be placed as a decoration. The context is to create a statement piece that can be gifted to someone to show that they respect you or as a beautiful souvenir to remember Singapore.
During the class activity, I brought my Pompompurin keychain. This object means the world to me since it reminds me of the happiest day of my life when I first got it.
This week we went to the National Museum of Singapore. Story of the Forest feels ethereal with the sounds of Asian Koels chirping and a frangipani aroma. Descending down the Glass Rotunda, the vast screens display the scenes of a rainforest.
Singapore, A Very Old Tree. It's admirable how this country conserves nature. These series of images unravels how people intertwine their personal connections with just a single tree.
A drug epidemic spread quickly during Post War Singapore. The exhibit displays the tools used to smoke opium, and I love how intricate these historic objects are. For example the pipe which consists of the smoking tube, made of bamboo and the distillation bowl which is usually made of terracotta or porcelain.
I love these retro designs of the SMRT cards. It's so vibrant in color, so ahead of its time in design and it really captures the energy of Singapore.
Vintage postcards which captured the history of hawker centres, the historic Raffles hotel, famous landmarks, etc. I love how a photograph can transport us to a certain time period just by looking at it.
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References:
Risis. "VANDA MISS JOAQUIM ORCHID AND LEAF PEN HOLDER" risis.com/products/vanda-miss-joaquim-orchid-and-leaf-pen-holder
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Muljadi, Adelyn. "Pompompurin" 1 February 2024
Muljadi, Adelyn. "In class documentation" 1 February 2024
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0000 Warbunton Shrine | 0001 Doroshi Hachimangu | 0002 Hamamura Shrine
0003 Katakana Shrine | 0004 Mishima Shrine | 0005 Bazumitama-sha
0006 pomponne Shrine | 0007 Eifuku Shrine | 0008 Eifuku Temple
0009 Cue Gri Jinja
0010 Princess Shrine公姫神社 (はむひめじんじゃ):
Princess Shrine- more accurately Ham(ster) Princess Shrine, is on a tropical island tucked behind Frangipani Flow's shop full of cute things, and manned (hammed?) entirely by hamster maidens! A festival booth has cute comics- the first three issues of Piggy's Little Tail have English editions (to read in the direction of manga). Climb the rocks to the Shrine, you might even find a secret hidden there. p.s. If you join the Greg group, you can get a few Greg themed gifts (you remember Greg! from Bazumitama-sha!) at the counter of Frangipani Garden.
Goshuin Project 2024
0011 Tonarino Shrine | 0012 Laem Shrine | 0013 Para Shrine
0014 Kuroneko Jinja | 0015 Yasaka Jinja | 0016 Tenmangu Jinja
0017 Itame Ham Shrine | 0018 Japonica Shrine | 0019 Neochi Shrine
0020 Okinawa Shrine | 0021 Kokuryu Shrine | 0022 Ni Jinja
0023 Piyopiyo Shrine | 0024 Noha Shrine | 0025 Saihate Inari Shrine
0026 Koyagi Shrine | 0027 Hamstar Shrine | 0028 Haiku Shrine
0029 Sen-Cat-Shrine | 0030 Venezia Shrine | 0031 Hinamizawa Shrine
0032 Kanaru Shrine | 0033 Mr. Louis Shrine | 0034 Susukino-Inari Jinja
0035 Shiki-Shinto Shrine | 0036 Apo Hachimangu | 0037 Salmaru Grand Shrine
0038 Il Micio Shrine | 0039 Son Clave Shrine | 0040 Drobak Shrine
0041 SnowPastel Shrine | 0042 Nadeko Shrine | 0043 Katsudon Shrine
0044 Mambo Shrine | 0045 Sessha Mambo Shrine | 0046 Umigami Shrine
0047 Yozakura Shrine Ocean | 0048 Sakura Shrine | 0049 Akiba Inari Shrine
0050 Lazy Shrine | 0051 Honpou Inari Jinja | 0052 Togetsu Jinja
0053 Neko Jinja | 0054 Kusanagi Shrine | 0055 Ouse Jinja
0056 Nekoma Shrine | 0057 Lion Temple | 0058 Usagi Shrine
0059 Kiyomizu Temple | 0060 Kingyo Jinju | 0061 Azuki Shrine
0062 Megumi Jinja | 0063 Sea Butterfly Shrine
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Discovering the Core of a Spa Experience in Balinese
In the realm of spa treatments, the Balinese spa experience stands out as a unique and rejuvenating journey that seeks to harmonize the mind, body, and spirit. As we delve into the essence of the Balinese spa experience, let's navigate the serene realms of full-body massage spas in Mumbai, massage centers in Powai, the premier massage center in Kharghar. and the tranquil havens of spa excellence in Palghar and palghar.
Holistic Wellness at Full-Body Massage Spas in Mumbai
The Balinese spa experience takes a holistic approach to wellness, going beyond mere relaxation. Full-body massage spas in Mumbai embrace the Balinese philosophy, creating an atmosphere that transports guests to a realm of tranquility, setting the stage for a comprehensive wellness journey.
Balinese Massage Techniques at Massage Centers in Powai
At the heart of the Balinese spa experience are unique massage techniques passed down through generations. Therapists at massage centers in Powai employ a combination of gentle stretches, acupressure, and flowing strokes. These techniques not only release tension but also provide a profound sense of well-being, contributing to the distinctive nature of Balinese massage.
Aromatherapy and Essential Oils at the Premier Massage Center in Palghar
Aromatherapy plays a pivotal role in the Balinese spa experience, elevating the ambiance with the soothing scents of essential oils. The premier massage center in Palghar incorporates indigenous essential oils such as frangipani, sandalwood, and jasmine, each selected for its unique healing properties, creating a sensory journey that complements the therapeutic benefits of the massage.
Traditional Balinese Ingredients at Spas in Palghar
Spas in Palghar bring authenticity to the Balinese spa experience by incorporating traditional ingredients sourced from Bali's lush landscapes. Natural elements like volcanic clay, rice powder, and tropical fruits are used in scrubs and masks, nourishing the skin and enhancing the overall rejuvenation process.
Ritualistic Elements at the Premier Spa in Kharghar
Balinese spa experiences often feature ritualistic elements inspired by the island's rich cultural heritage. From a welcoming foot bath to ceremonial offerings, the premier spa in Kharghar ensures these rituals create a sense of sacredness and mindfulness, contributing to a holistic and transformative journey.
Healing Energy at the Premier Spa in Palghar
Central to Balinese philosophy is the belief in energy balance. The premier spa in Palghar incorporates this philosophy into its treatments, aiming to restore the flow of energy throughout the body. Therapists use their intuition and training to identify and release blockages, promoting a sense of harmony and vitality.
Balinese Architecture and Ambiance at Massage Centers in Powai
The physical space of a Balinese spa, including massage centers in Powai, is carefully crafted to enhance the overall experience. Traditional Balinese architecture, open-air settings, and lush tropical gardens create an environment that seamlessly connects with nature, enriching the overall spa journey.
Customization for Personalized Wellness
Recognizing the uniqueness of each individual, Balinese spas offer customization for personalized wellness. Whether seeking relaxation, rejuvenation, or targeted therapeutic benefits, the Balinese spa experience at the premier massage center in Palghar can be tailored to meet specific needs, ensuring a bespoke journey for each guest.
Mindful Post-Treatment Rituals at Spas in Kharghar
The Balinese spa experience extends beyond the treatment room with mindful post-treatment rituals. Spas in Kharghar invite guests to savor herbal teas, indulge in refreshing elixirs, or simply bask in the tranquility of relaxation areas. These rituals facilitate a gradual return to the outer world, ensuring a seamless transition from serenity to everyday life.
The Balinese spa experience is a tapestry woven with ancient traditions, healing techniques, and a deep reverence for well-being. Whether at full-body massage spas in Mumbai, massage centers in Powai, the premier massage center in Palghar, or the tranquil havens of spa excellence in Palghar and Kharghar, the transformative power of a Balinese spa experience awaits, promising a rejuvenating adventure for the mind, body, and spirit.
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