In most Asian-run places you may not even get the choice.
Usually the mattress is right on the floor, with a towel that, after many years of hobbying at many different Asian places, I've never seen being changed after use. The towel is then covered with a single sheet of flimsy paper that moves around, sticks to your body and rips apart at touch.
I always thought I was using my head, or whatever remnant remains in such situations, when I insisted on having 2 paper coverings.
That was until after a particularly vigorous workout, I found that both partially shredded sheets had slid off the mattress onto the floor, and I was lying directly on the ancient towel.
Besides landing all over the place, including my face and the young lady's hair, my wayward spray's trajectory found a landing strip right there with me on the towel.
Who knows when the towel had last been changed? It wasn't after my forced landing.
Who knows what sort of mementos were keeping me company on the towel, left there by the other saps who had rolled around on the mattress before me?
That's aside from the possibility of picking up a contagious skin disease.
And then there's the thought of bugs, lice, mites, ticks and fleas.
I think I need another shower.
Never again!
Usually the mattress is right on the floor, with a towel that, after many years of hobbying at many different Asian places, I've never seen being changed after use. The towel is then covered with a single sheet of flimsy paper that moves around, sticks to your body and rips apart at touch.
I always thought I was using my head, or whatever remnant remains in such situations, when I insisted on having 2 paper coverings.
That was until after a particularly vigorous workout, I found that both partially shredded sheets had slid off the mattress onto the floor, and I was lying directly on the ancient towel.
Besides landing all over the place, including my face and the young lady's hair, my wayward spray's trajectory found a landing strip right there with me on the towel.
Who knows when the towel had last been changed? It wasn't after my forced landing.
Who knows what sort of mementos were keeping me company on the towel, left there by the other saps who had rolled around on the mattress before me?
That's aside from the possibility of picking up a contagious skin disease.
And then there's the thought of bugs, lice, mites, ticks and fleas.
I think I need another shower.
Never again!