Just when you thought the knee saga was over

There I was sipping a refreshing lime soda and chatting to a few folks about the local Ayurvedic masseur come healer, and before I knew it I signed up for some treatment on my knee. 

A grueling 7am start was not welcome but Joseph from Kerala with a family 200 year Ayurvedic pedigree, soon put me at ease with some gentle probing and massage. Then came the poultice, a thick green herbal paste  that looked like spinach, bound with leaves and bandages and meant to stay on for 3 hours. 

That was the easy bit. The tough part is a bottle of  Ayurvedic medicine recommended to be consumed twice a day. A more foul tasting preparation I have never tasted.  Old engine oil would taste better.

Day 2 was another 7am start and as my sleep had been bad, I was Mr Grumps. Instead of green gunk my legr ,this time, from knee down was coated in a herbal rice paste wrapped in plastic and tied with elastic bandage. With orders to leave it on for at least 3 hours. Same again tomorrow but I will have to have words about the cost. These daily gunk sessions are rather expensive.

First came the green paste gunk that looked like spinach

Then there is the so called medicine to help muscle tissue - tastes like old engine oil

Now it's the rice paste wrapped in plastic and worn for 4 hours