As I climb into the aluminium and stainless steel tube, I thank my lucky stars that I am not claustrophobic. It is about the same diameter as a water slide, so not oppressively narrow, but my toes almost touch one end while my head is only a few inches from the other. Bright white and lit from the inside with a blue glow, it makes me feel as if I am going to be cryogenically frozen for a long space flight or, less glamorously, as if I am in a tanning salon. As the spa attendant slides the heavy polycarbonate lid shut and bolts it tight, I lie back and close my eyes. Even with headphones on I can hear the unmistakeable hissing sound of gas being released from a pipe above my head and soon the pressure inside my tin can has built to the point where my ears pop.
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