SG had indeed had a pleasant nights sleep… She roasted. Not surprisingly.
Our mission of the day was to find a waxing venue. The first couple of places we went to were hideously overpriced. As we trudged round we stumbled upon a sandwich shop with, wait for it, WHOLEMEAL BREAD. Yes that luxurious Western commodity we all take for granted that had not passed our lips since our arrival on Asian soil was being sold at a little sandwich shop. Me and SG were like bulls in a china shop charging towards the golden fruit. Hello healthiness oh yeah. With satisfied bellies we continued the hunt for waxing shops and spied a shop on the second floor of a high rise building. We took the lift up to find the place was open and CHEAP!! Woo hoo. The manager was incredibly friendly and SG headed in first as she was much hairier than I and needed more work 
I stayed to chat with the manager and two of his friends who came in, a husband and wife pairing who were incredibly lovely. The warmness of the Malaysians is just outstanding. The wife gave us free Mcdonalds vouchers and they supplied us with lots of advice. Turned out the festival we had seen the night before was the beginning of Thaipusam, a hindu festival.
After SG came out, it was my turn to go in. There was still wax on the bed which was comforting… NOT. After half an hour of abject pain my bikini line was red raw and still hairs were visible. I conceded defeat and told her it was OK as I seriously couldnt take any more. I did opt to have ear candle waxing done though, a strange thing to have two big paper cones stuck in your ears burning away.
Leaving the shop, SG conceded her waxing hadn’t gone much better than mine. We decided the wax was the problem.. Never mind. We went to a pharmacy to buy some beauty products (I wanted to pick up some wax strips so I could complete the job at a later date..). Finding a suitable moisturising cream was proving to be a difficult task, contrary to Western pharmacies where everything is bronzing cream this bronzing cream that, everything here was whitening cream this whitening cream that. I hadnt just spent a week on a desert island to whiten my skin again. It’s funny to note the different associations different cultures have with skin colour. Clearly in Malaysian society dark skin is still associated with poverty and working the fields so is not desirable like the Western culture of olden days unlike now where being tanned is a sign of wealth and being able to afford exotic holidays.
The heat and dust were stifling us which left us with no choice but to head back to Prisoner Cell Block H. We weren’t thrilled by the choice but had little other option to escape the heat.
Feeling quite depressed we set out for dinner and afterwards wound back up at reggae bar again where we met the owner R. I told him that I was not happy about soft drinks being more expensive than alcoholic drinks to which he replied “yes i want to get everyone drunk.” We told him how miserable we were where we were staying and he told us to check out his place next door, the reggae guest house. I was dubious but SG was keen so his side kick took us up to show us around. It was HEAVEN in comparison to where we had been staying. Lounge area with plush carpets and TV and DVD player. Really nice rooms and clean kitchens and bathrooms. We were sold. Even if it was only going to be for one night we were moving in the next day. We went back down to R to give him the thumbs up!! His sidekick ended up hanging out with us for the evening whilst SG got chatting to a guy from Kazakhstan to whom she obviously started ranting on about Borat. Oh dear. The sidekick meanwhile was busy telling me how gorgeous I was without alcohol. Interesting chat up line but a no go I’m afraid. SG and I made a rapid exit.
