lsquo;It really wasn't like this in the book,' I thought, as I lay on a wobbly table with what looked like my dinner spread across my back. My blood needed cleaning apparently, which involved having myself scrubbed vigorously with handfuls of leaves and then left to marinade. The scrubbing had been done by Wayan and her team of helpers. Wayan is the same healer written about so extensively and entertainingly by Elizabeth Gilbert in lsquo;Eat, Pray, Love.' Read More - PR Graffiti