There's just something about getting a haircut. For me, it's this rejuvenating, almost spiritual experience. For twenty minutes, I can relax in sheer bliss while my shaggy mop is transformed into something that makes me look presentable. I open my eyes and poof: I'm still ugly, but just a bit less so. It's money well spent.
Now, the best part of an Asian haircut is the obligatory massage that comes afterwords. Now look, I'm not gay, but when it comes from a man, it's just nicer. They are stronger, their hands are bigger (I'm not exactly tiny you know) and it just works well. I felt like shit today. My neck was still aching from the stone mattress I had to sleep on a few days ago. However, after I got my trim, which was absolute perfection I might add, I got the back, shoulder, neck and head massage and now I feel like new. 10 ringgit well spent I'd say and now, maybe something with tits will associate with me since I don't look like a fucking bum.
Anyway, it's raining again. Predictable I suppose all things considered. However, even in this tiny blip of a town, I did manage to do a few cool things. I met a super cool German guy who's banging around SE Asia for three months. With his extremely limited vocabulary and extensive use of 'Mama Mia', we were still able to get on okay, have some laughs and pore over his immaculate maps and find nice places to visit. Fuck me the Germans know how to make a map! They were big enough to use as tablecloths and had every train track, side road, waterfall, cave and museum you could imagine. Absolutely immaculately crafted. I need these.
I somehow found a cheap hotel—not a fucking hostel this time—that was quiet, clean, had an attached bathroom and had a mattress that was long enough for me to sleep on and wasn't made of concrete. The fact that I negotiated the price down to a mere 25 ringgit (~$8) was just brilliant! Fuck, Asia is just great. There was also wonderful food in this tiny town. I ate a few Malay specialities for lunch, had some relatively cheap beer at a Chinese spot and then had the best murtabak I've eaten for dinner. I woke fairly early and found a small roti canai (sorry, I don't know what these translate to in English) shop and had breakfast for a whopping 3 ringgit with a huge teh tarik (pulled tea). Once again: fuck, Asia is just great!
Okay, one more time for good measure: fuck, Asia is just motherfucking great!
Now, the best part of an Asian haircut is the obligatory massage that comes afterwords. Now look, I'm not gay, but when it comes from a man, it's just nicer. They are stronger, their hands are bigger (I'm not exactly tiny you know) and it just works well. I felt like shit today. My neck was still aching from the stone mattress I had to sleep on a few days ago. However, after I got my trim, which was absolute perfection I might add, I got the back, shoulder, neck and head massage and now I feel like new. 10 ringgit well spent I'd say and now, maybe something with tits will associate with me since I don't look like a fucking bum.
Anyway, it's raining again. Predictable I suppose all things considered. However, even in this tiny blip of a town, I did manage to do a few cool things. I met a super cool German guy who's banging around SE Asia for three months. With his extremely limited vocabulary and extensive use of 'Mama Mia', we were still able to get on okay, have some laughs and pore over his immaculate maps and find nice places to visit. Fuck me the Germans know how to make a map! They were big enough to use as tablecloths and had every train track, side road, waterfall, cave and museum you could imagine. Absolutely immaculately crafted. I need these.
I somehow found a cheap hotel—not a fucking hostel this time—that was quiet, clean, had an attached bathroom and had a mattress that was long enough for me to sleep on and wasn't made of concrete. The fact that I negotiated the price down to a mere 25 ringgit (~$8) was just brilliant! Fuck, Asia is just great. There was also wonderful food in this tiny town. I ate a few Malay specialities for lunch, had some relatively cheap beer at a Chinese spot and then had the best murtabak I've eaten for dinner. I woke fairly early and found a small roti canai (sorry, I don't know what these translate to in English) shop and had breakfast for a whopping 3 ringgit with a huge teh tarik (pulled tea). Once again: fuck, Asia is just great!
Okay, one more time for good measure: fuck, Asia is just motherfucking great!
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