Review: Espa Life at Corinthia Hotel

The compulsory, pre-paid relaxation call of spas has always seemed an incredibly unrelaxing concept. I have accepted that the knots in my shoulders are as tight as my intentions to spend on indulgences other than food or travel. And there is that subliminal, yet oh-so-tangible pressure to emulate the elegant spa poster girl while refining your laconic drawl alongside fellow Zen-junkies. Still,…