Bigg Elephant

Another enjoyable day in Kuala Lumpur. Enjoy just cruising around at Asian pace, really relaxing. Not need to rush, everything you need is always just around the corner. Went for a massage which is not as easy as it may seem for a white Australian male. The issue is that they always want to fiddle regardless of instructions(sometimes that is the only profit they make- it could be their child’s school fees), then the masseur gets pissed off and you get a bad massage. Obviously if you go to expensive places this is not an issue but when you are watching your dollars it is a problem. If the other is your wan,t no judgement from me, but if you just want a bloody massage you have to choose carefully. Lessons learnt from past experience.Pick the ugliest old crone you can find, preferably with a nasty streak, unwilling to stop when the pain is getting too much, tears welling in your eyes. ‘It good for you,it good for you.” She hits every sensitive nerve in your body and always spends longer on the most painful parts. You need someone who has their mind on the job at hand, not the hand at job. There is no temptation when you are at your most vulnerable, as happens, just focus on the bad teeth if tempted. There is no enjoyment, just an hour and a half of torture. You are a wreck at the end, wishing for emotional support for the crisis you have gone through. Maybe you can ring lifeline while you are having the massage, cover all bases. Afterwards you feel wonderful, physically, emotionally…in a better state of mind- you can then get the other type of massage, if that is your want, no judgement from me. For me, I just hate being ripped off.

Huge tropical down pour this afternoon, perfect, cleanses everything. Love watching everyone running around in the rain, it is exciting- rain is joyful for any country boy growing up in drought stricken Western Queensland. Rain is always a celebration.

Cities like cats reveal themselves at night. Preparing and looking forward to another night out, drawing on the streets. Usually meet people when I sketch, so never really get lonely. It is like a second passport that gets you into places that you are not generally allowed, physically and personally. People like to see their place through different eyes, and then they usually like to tell you their stories. If it is not happening you just move onto another place until it does. A bad night is when you just come home with drawings, and that is pretty darn good too, there is always another day. Happy days.