Friday, September 17, 2004

Guilin

Last Time on Masta in China!!!

So, late that night I noticed that the hotel has a little card that has a number to dial for massages... Mmm... Are all massage girls as hot as Ms. Gao? Should I??? No... I couldn't... BUT I MUST!!!But I didn't...Or did I???

To be continued....

Now the conclusion

No... It wasn't time. Not yet...

With little left to see in Guilin (I'm looking at my Itinerary now. I don't remember visiting the Great Mosque or the Provincial History Museum????) I took flight to Guilin! Beautiful city. A nice mix of modern buildings with lots of green space. Guilin is also one of the few places I acutally saw a blue sky, unveiled by the pollution that obscures most of the country.



Anyway, it was just a quick stop over, so I took a walk down the main street. Then went back to the hotel. I noticed that there was a gym somewhere in the hotel. I deluded myself into thinking, "Finally a gym!! This will be a perfect opportunity to sculpt my guns!!!"

But as I walked toward the gym a group of girls started giggling at me. I looked and they waved and stuff very flirtatiously. They were all dressed in pink uniforms. It was the hotel's massage girls!! Wow! A whole mob of them! Well... I was going to walk away but... I so enjoyed my massage in Xi'an, eventually I broke down and decided to get one here too.

One massage girl, very cute, stepped forward to serve me, the naive client! The others all acted very dissapointed. "HAHA!!!! I'M SUCH A STUD!!!! Look at all these girls who want to massage me!!! Cuz I'm hot... "

Massage Girl: "Do you want the massage in your room?"
Me: "Uh Oh... that sounds sketchy... but okay..."

So the massage was even better than the one in Xi'an!!! The girl just kept flattering me the whole time. She giggled at everything I said. She really knew how to indulge me. "You have beautiful eyes... Oooooh... You're so tall..." When the massage was done she says, "I have to call my boss!"

Mmm... Why does her boss have to come here? Somewhere on the fringes of reason this question was begging for attention. I asked her, "Couldnt I just pay you?" She didn't really answer, she just started massaging me again. So I let it go. Ah... lovely massage... nothing mattered...

Until the boss entered; A short lady wearing the same pink dress that served as the massage girl uniform. But the woman... girl... beside her was not in uniform. She was wearing a very revealing tank top. She immediately began checking her lipstick. Something's not right, but my mind wasn't up to par after that massage. "Hello, massage girl's boss! Here's your money!"

The short lady just pulls out a card that says something in Chinese with an English transalation underneath, "Sexual Service... 700 yuan!!!" I slowly put together the pieces of the puzzle.

"You're not a massage girl!! This whole thing was just a set up!!! You're a chinese Jehovah's witness." Looks of confusion... I take another stab at it. "You're not a massage girl!!! You're a... PROSTITUTE!!!"

BAH BAH BAH!!!!

To be continued...