There are lots of people advertising their massage services as you walk along the main street but you never really know how good they'll be.
A very happy animated man asked whether I'd be interested in a massage. After haggling the price from RM100 to RM80, that's about £14, I agreed to go to the spa.
It was a very nice clean area with beds on the floor and traditionally massage beds.
He was explaining what to do so I got ready and much to my surprise he came back into the room for my massage.
I've had massages by male therapist before but he did not initially strike me as a professional therapist.
Either way my gay dar was working pretty well and I'm 99% convinced he bats for the other team.
The massage was one of the oddest ones I've ever had. I'm sure he was a professional but I swear they just make up what to do next.
He was desperate to crack my back but I think he's hands cracked more that anything I've heard before.
He's technics were rather interesting. These ranged from punching, slapping and the best (worst!) was pinching the fat on my back!
The funniest moment was when this little Buddha man straddles my back (I know this is 'normal' in Asia as it was the same in Vietnam and Cambodia) and starts to pull my arms to arch my back.
I don't think he was expecting me to have so much flexibility in my back and he nearly fell off the bed. I have no idea how I managed to keep my laughter in.
After a full hour of punches, slaps and pinching (and I paid for the pleasure!!) my 'relaxing' massage was finished.
Oddly enough it was actually pretty good. I did feel quite relaxed and I have no tension in my shoulders anymore.
It was once again one of the interesting travel experiences. But it just goes to show, you get what you pay for.
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