Arriving in Penang, my boss and I arrived at our hotel and turned on our phones only to find that all the meetings had been canceled. We were only there for a few days, so we had no time to postpone. Having come to South Asia with the goal of completing all the appointments successfully, this turn in the events would not have been good or lightly at the office. So we did what any professional would do, we lied, and communicated that everything was working as planned.
It's not easy to lie. You have to back up with some facts and you are constantly paranoid. It would be suspicious if we returned to Sydney without any evidence of exit from customers. And we had all this free time to get to know the place. In addition, we were tired of our previous stop at KL. We needed a massage.
The easiest thing to do was to use the hotel's massage services which, on the bill, only indicated the name of the Yasmin House & Massage parlor. Yasmin House could easily be the name of a restaurant in the hotel. Secondly, the bill had to be enough, it seemed like we took at least 3 guests to this restaurant for lunch – a 1 hour foot massage followed by the entire 1 hour body massage should do perfectly.
2 hours later (4 hours off altogether for both of us) I got out of my room feeling light on my feet but my body was scuffed and manhandled by the old lady's rough hands. To be honest, I felt a little uncomfortable with his technique. Leaving my room, my boss was coming out of his with a wondering look on his face. & # 39; What happened? He looked at me and looked at his head, traumatized by the experience.
To get away from the hard day's work, we headed for the Ship Inn. We really needed a drink. And we needed to drink enough for 8 guests.