Visitation
I was still full from last night’s big dinner and had some milk and muesli for breakfast
Amidst wet weather, I found a car to take me to visit Andre, a French friend of E over at Titiwangsa. I had never met him before and he turned out to be more of an acquaintance rather than a friend of E. W had about 45 mins of interesting conversations in his centrally air-conditioned mansion with security and helper.
Urut Batin
Back at the hotel, I wasn’t hungry after midday and had a little more muesli and bought some fruit before going to Massage Station next door. I had had a good massage at this blind outfit back in July and returned for more.
This time I tried out what was shown on the price list as “rawatan lelaki” (men’s treatment) which on enquiry was explained as “urut batin” (spiritual massage). I had heard about this before as something that helps with men’s sexual health especially at my age but wasn’t sure if it was simply a happy ending.
I opted for the two-hour massage in case the men’s treatment was performed during the allotted time rather than after. My first two-hour massage went quickly with good variation of pressure as I sometimes find 90 min massages too full-on with the firm pressure that I enjoy.
Then came the men’s treatment, charged at an extra of MYR30. The blind masseur began with an abdominal massage with oil, then around the perineum and groin.
This was followed by firm compression of the shaft of the male organ and long holding tug. This was repeated a few times with a little more work around the perineum and groin.
It seemed quite professional with no hint of playfulness or teasing, and there was definitely not a happy ending. It was exactly what I had read in some reports but other reports suggested otherwise. Hence, my curiosity in wanting to experience it first-hand.
Dinner
Thomas from my school-days picked me up for dinner at Bangsar. The Italian place that he had in mind was closed but we had a good Nyonya meal nearby instead.
The weather was pleasant and the usual Malaysian humidity was absent. In the restaurant, it felt air-conditioned and I surveyed the entire premise to see if the air-cons were running but nope! Never in my whole life have I experienced this kind of pleasant weather in Kuching.
I retired around 2100 with the aid of half a sleeping pill in preparation for the early start tomorrow.