The van proceeded to leave for the golf course and we picked up some of the other friends of P***** who were joining us for the morning. At the golf course, I discovered that my reserved caddy (a girl I had met on the internet) had reported sick that day and would not be working. This was a disappointment for me because I was looking forward to seeing her and perhaps dating her for the night. Her picture as posted on the vietsingle site was alluring to my eyes.
With hardly two hours of shut-eyes, I was quite worn by the 13th hole and the only thing keeping me going was the bottles of beer that I was consuming along the way whenever there was a drink hut. Vietnam Golf & Country Club’s West course was not easy, the tight layout demanding good course management. Our locally based playing companions were good golfers too, P***** playing off 14 while H*** plays off 19 officially.
Lets say that I was quite relieved when the 18th green came up and I then went and stood under the hot shower to rejuvenate my worn body, that was crying out for sleep. It was not to be because P***** and his wife wanted to eat Singapore food at a restaurant they liked and invited us along together with some of the people we played golf with. The food was truly authentic Singapore hawker dishes and good and we had a nice time listening in on some of the “chatter” when as usual, some business talk was exchanged between the friends.
We finally got back to the hotel where I started to seek out Mx who had spent most of the day on his own without any wingmen amongst us. He was not to be found.
5Cents and I decided that a massage was in order so we jumped into a taxi to take us to Chinatown area in District 5 to the Tokyo hotel. It had been posted on Sammyboy’s forum that the massage here was good and the girls young. I was determined that we should check it out ourselves. The taxi drove us there without difficulty and I took out my Saigon map to let him know that I could navigate quite precisely to our destination.
We entered the hotel and went up to the reception of the Massage place. I told the man in no uncertain terms that we wanted masseuse who were young and pretty. The charges were 100,000 dongs per hour, pretty reasonable we thought although it had been posted that many places were charging 60,000 dongs per hour.
We changed into Kimonos and went into the cubicle rooms to await the girls. The man came in to tell me that we could reject the girls if they were not pretty enough and I was assured that the quality would be good.
When my girl arrived, she was reasonably decent looking and just a trite chubby on the thighs (for me). Better than many I have had in the past in other massage joints across Asia. I rated her a 5 overall.
My Masseur who looked nicer than in this photo
Photo: Tokyo Massage 09
Partly through her massage which was skillfully hard and good, she asked me if I wanted ‘stepping on the back” and I said sure. She did her job very well and moved all over my body.
After she had done most of the hard work and routine, she then offered me a handjob and I declined and gestured with my fingers that I wanted to fuck her. She smiled and told me we could go upstairs to the hotel and the charges in total would be US$100 and my answer was a definite NO. She looked a little disappointed but continued to massage me and then went on to massage me sexily around my groin. She offered to go upstairs again and I shook my head. She then finished me off with a superb handjob without further discussion about money.
All in, it was only an hour while I had told the reception that we wanted two hours of massage. Iit was pointless to ask for more. I reached into my clutch bag for valuables (provided by the place) and gave her 150,000 dongs and she shook her head cutely and gesturing to me for more. I shook my head back at her equally cutely and said NO! She shook her head even more cutely at which point I relented. After all, it would not change my life but it would make her happy so I gave her another 50,000 dongs. She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek. I asked her for her mobile phone number and she gave it to me. I gave her our apartment hotel’s card with our apartment number not sure if she understood my intentions. She said she would come to see me if I called her.
Leaving the room, I joined 5Cents (who had also finished) in the lounge for a cup of tea.. Later, showered up we started back to the apartment to catch up with Mx. For me, the respite provided by the massage outing was most invigorating.
Out of Tokyo Hotel, 5Cents and I decided to walk some lengths of the main Tran Bac Road in District 5 to get a feel of the place. There were many cheap downmarket bar cafes along that road.
We also checked out a few “Karaoke Joints” along the main road and discovered that these were legitimate “singing places” where customers could sing and be happy and there were no girls available in these places.
All of the cheap downmarket bars cafes along the road had one unique table seating arrangement. The chairs were all lined up inside the establishments so that clients would sit with their hostesses facing the main road and watching the traffic going by. Must be one of the legacies of the French in Ho Chi Minh City. (In Champes Elysesses, Paris, all the night cafes and bars along that famous and glamerous road have the tables and chairs arranged so that the clientele are sitting there watching the traffic go by).
Cheap Cafe Ladies
We passed this very thin apartment building block
Just before we hopped into a taxi to go back to the Apartment to catch up with Mongerx, we saw a busy and bright Chinese Restaurant which made us very hungry. Quickly, I text messaged both Mongerx and Chris to join us and there was no reply from both. We walked into a Karaoke-bar two doors away where there were a few young ladies and sat at the bar to enjoy a beer while awaiting their reply. Having seen the roast duck hanging in the restaurant, I went back and ordered a quarter of the duck for 50,000 dongs and asked that it be doggie bagged and delivered to us two doors away. While drinking, I tried to entice the few girls in the bar to let me take a picture with no success. The patrons of the place were happily singing Chinese songs (in Hokkien Dialect).
The Chinese Karaoke Place
After the duck arrived, we scoffed it down with the beer, paid up and hopped into a taxi for the apartment at Le Loi.