And my travels continue...
Taiping was our next stop! We got to stay in a homestay while living there. My host family insisted we call them "Machi and Pachi" (Aunt and Uncle). We were also persuaded to wear Muslim garb. Under the headpiece and tent-like dress, I don't think I have ever sweated so much. Jen and I looked like a couple of old ladies under these layers. Er, correction: I looked like a spinster old lady. My Machi also gave me the wrong size of dress, so at one point I looked like a stuffed spinster sausage in hot pink. I don't think I have ever looked so unattractive in my life. It was a great source of laughter for Jen though. There I was, stuffed and stuck in this polyester blend hot pink dress: my ass was ballooning over and my arms were straight up in the air. I was yelping for help and she was holding her sides from having her gut split from laughter. Our poor Muslim host parents must have been very worried or offended by my screams and Jen's laughter.
Luckily, Jen pulled it together enough to get my ass out of that dress and to ask for a new one from our Machi. My new dress was something my grandmother would have liked: blue with giant blue flowers on it. It put about 40 years on me but it was a lot more comfortable. I complained about how hot it was to wear but that was before I saw my wedding dress...
THE WEDDING:
During our homestay, my host family put on a mock wedding. I was chosen as the bride and my groom was an IT guy from New Zealand in his late thirties. He was a nice guy but I was dreading the wedding due to all the teasing I was getting from our travel group. Even David, the groom, started making cracks at me ("Hey hun, have you made the seating arrangements for the wedding, yet?) Anyway, the night of the wedding was also the day I had gotten stuck in that hot pink mess. What I had no idea was that my wedding dress was an even thicker polyester blend that included a wool cap.
In Taiping, I don't think we had a day under 30C, so it was a real treat to wear wool. My hair was placed on top of my head and a blue wool skullcap was pulled over. Next, I had to put on a beautiful (though heavy) blue jacket and skirt. I was topped with a chiffon veil and metal crown. I looked like a princess but I was sweating like a pig. Luckily for me, Jen, my maid of honour, got to fan me for two hours while I sat in a royal chair with my husband during the ceremony. It was actually quite a beautiful experience and looking back on the photos, I've come to realize that Western weddings are so... white... compared to the colour of Malay or Indian weddings.
Penang was another beautiful place. It was probably Jen and my favourite place in Malaysia. The culture was really evident in the city but it was not overwhelming... maybe we were just used to it by then. I saw my first ladyboy (who happened to be a prostitute but that's besides the point) and we had some amazing food experiences there. It was there that I got hooked on Mango Sticky Rice dessert. The sweets in Malaysia were very interesting-- though definitely not my idea of a real treat. Sweetened beans or green coconut slime served over rice just doesn't beat chocolate.
Jen and I got massages too. You will have to hear Jen's account-- her experience is actually more embarrassing than mine-- but my encounter with the masseuse was pretty interesting to say the least. Fluent english speakers in this particular parlour did not exist. I was trying to ask my masseuse if I should remove all of my clothing (since it was a full body massage) and all she could say was, "you naked on bed. now." Thankfully she left the room in time for me to rapidly strip to my underwear and hide under the sheets. When she entered the room, I heard her click on the television. She was watching Asian soap operas during our session.
For those of you who have experienced a massage, you must know that the point of a massage is to try r-e-l-a-x-i-n-g... but this was far from it. All I could hear while I was trying to let my mind go was sobbing, screams and retorts in another language. And if you think our soap operas are dramatic, you have never seen an Asian one. It is epic.
But that wasn't the worst part! Half-way through my massage, she jumped up on the table and straddled me while she used her elbow on my back and legs. She was a little thing but it was still weird feeling her sit on me while she kneaded my muscles. I am sure some of you men out there (and maybe some of you women) are just lapping up the idea of girl-on-girl but it was not sexy in the least. I was lying there, more tense than when I had come in, and thinking, "will anyone hear my screams or will they mistake that for the Asian girl on my masseuse's television?" Regardless, when the massage was said and done, I actually felt pretty good. For sixteen dollars, it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience...
More to come...