It was a rather scorching day in the Maldives. I’d just emerged from a cocoon of bliss—as part of the Four Seasons’ ‘Healing Tent experience’—where my therapist took me through an hour of sound bath. But what waited for me outside the tent was another kind of bath entirely. A wooden standing tub filled with water tempered at sub-zero to be exact. I was well-aware at that point of time that as far as first experiences went, popping my cold plunge cherry on an island that people deemed paradise on earth would probably be one for the books.