Kenneth J. Malm
Hakumi Massage is not the usual massage. Think about this: the cacophony of tuk-tuks and street vendors fills Bangkok's streets, but step into a Hakumi session, and then—silence. Well, you can still hear for miles. The faint humming of a singing bowl, the whisper of oils gliding through palmer hands. It is as though someone has just turned the volume control off for the entire city.