Hamster Eyes...

Day 30. Morning, and we bussed to another resort for a new beach experience! And a lovely massage! Yum yum! I can tell that I'm gonna love today!
After laying on the beach for a while, not really doing much but burning our skins to the limit, it was mine, Calv's and Kyle's turn for the relaxing aromatherapy massage that we'd promised ourselves! All excited, we caught a free bus up the hill and were dropped off at the doorstep of the massage centre. After some technicalities, we were ushered into our massage room... Me and Calv got the same room, with Kyle going next door!
Two female massagists ran us a warm jacuzzi, and me and Calv promptly stripped in a sexay fashion and got in together! This is all sounding far too romantic! Mmm... bubbles, nudity and Abraham Lincolns all round! And with such an amazing view over the bay, we didn't want to get out!
Oh, but the massage! After 20 or so minutes in the jacuzzi, drinking stony honey tea, we got out and donned our very masculin sarongs! After we were "decent", two women came in and we were told to lay down on the massage beds, face first. The women began pounding our bodies, starting with the toes, then working up, dousing us in various oils and using their hands so hard that our eyes popped out ...like when you squeeze a hamster! Calvey had something else pop out! Ha! After all, it was practically a full body massage... every sunburnt bit was rubbed, every weary limb was pounded... not much escaped the painful pleasure! It tickled alot of time, leading me to periodically burst out laughing... although this laughter could have been blamed equally on the oddness of the situation, or how they lifted up our sarongs to reveal our arses!
I felt positively weak coming out of the massagers, 140RM poorer (although that's only about £15... for MORE THAN AN HOUR!) And for that money, they'd rubbed the life out of me!
We got the free bus back to main area of the resort, and met back up with everyone else... some of whom had already had massages, others not yet!
Adam and Su went back to Kuching in the afternoon, leaving us to run havoc in the resort! We swam for ages, before watching the sunset on the resort's promenade. It seemed like the perfect end to a perfect day!
Our last half hour in the resort was spent having a meal (rice/noodles no doubt!). We'd booked a taxibus in the afternoon and given ourselves such little time to eat that we had to run out of the restaurant, still clutching pieces of fruit from desert! We HAD paid, just!
The bus ride back to Kuching from the resort was to the tune of Kasabian, and it worked perfectly for the dangerous speeds we were going!
Then it all turned rather pear-shaped! Driving back into our hostel carpark, we saw Adam sitting in a chair, outside... we could tell from his pose that he was pissed off to say the least! Guided by Adam, we silently checked in, before he led us back outside again. What followed was a darn good telling off from Adam for not informing him or Su when we'd be back. What they'd understood was that we'd be back at around 5:00. It was now 9:00, and they were on the verge of calling the police when we turned up! Eak! We had worried the leader's sick, and all felt quite guilty... mostly! Apart from none of us thought we'd said anything about being back at 5... but nevermind!
Because of our naughtiness, we were told that we weren't allowed out tonight as previously planned. Sob sob...
All in one hostel room, discussing the incident, we decided to make our own fun! Milkshake party! We ordered room service and a dozen milkshakes, whilst watching some monkey/pig Chinese programme that Kyle could roughly translate!
Then Adam came in to our room ...what now?! His words were along the lines of, "The night's back on." Everyone seemed unsure of what to do, but soon we all became overjoyed and began dolling ourselves up!
The plan was to do a "Lad's" and a "Ladie's" evening then all meet up later! With the Lad's group only consisting of me, Calv, Kyle and Adam, it seemed a bit of a small group, but we hit the town in style! Bar to bar, drinking competitions, being eyed by odd locals, then promptly leaving when it was clear that we weren't welcome! None of us really cared how much money we'd blown on beer so far this holiday, as those kind of cares went out the window in a haze of laddishness! At the final lad's bar, Adam kindly indulged us a bit, let's just say with, mmm, how to put it... "Ladies!" With not-the-prettiest and possibly far too young girls by our sides on a couch, Calv, Kyle and I just sat there, embarrassed, thinking what to do or say. We tried to talk to these girls but after a while, it became apparent that they didn't understand us at all! Nor did they look interested in us! It was so awkard... and that was before the lad's karaoke (500 miles Christian version!) and dancing with the girls! Mine ran off!
Escaping that sleazy bar, us lads met the girls at an equally sleazy pub, meeting possibly the drunkest Irishman ever! He was aged 50-60, white straggly hair, dishevelled, unshaved look, speech heavily slurred! He'd apparently been at the same bar all week, although you can never trust what a drunken Irishman says!
It was either at that bar, or another close-by, that the real evening started! Alot of us were quite drunk by now, and dancing for about half an hour on the bar was not the best idea! It was so goddam fun! Locals cheering and jeering, us falling off periodically, trying to exchange soft drinks for alcoholic ones! And no-one cared that the drinking age in Malaysia is 21! Right until the bar closed, we continued dancing, hanging onto the ceiling or random railings, dodging the big spherical light shades!
It was piggy-backs all the way back to the hostel!

The evening then took another unsuspected turn with our boys room being turned into a massage parlour for all and everyone! No complaints...