Queen Mary is not my friend yet
At least part of this equation is wrong.
I've recently donkey punched Month 2 of my stay here, and it was about this time in Egypt that I ventured north east to Turkey to meet another nomad. Shortly after that the blocks began falling into place and a foreign city slowly flowered into a City of Dreams.
Sometime in college I learned that before you can really massage a body, you need to know where the joints are, where the soft spots are, and where the tense parts are. Once you know how the parts all fit together and what does what, then it just becomes an activity of properly manipulating those parts, or "massaging them" if you're so privy.
I hypothesized that it was probably pretty hard for a blind man to do.