To be avoided: Aroma Star Massage Center
Despite getting the number of the Al Quoz AMP, i decided against it and went to an Indian massage center, called the Aroma Star Massage Center, behind the post office in Karama.
<FONT LARGE> BIG MISTAKE </FONT LARGE>
Yes, true, the massage was done by an Indian lady so technically it was an Indian massage, but first of all they wouldn't let you choose from a lineup although they had about 5 girls available. I asked why, and the answer was it is her turn now. Ayup, so much for the customer is always right.
I could have known already from the start that this wasn't going to work out: over the phone, the guy quoted me 250, which suddenly became 300. Again, i asked 'why?', and the answer was 'mistake by someone else!". Ayup.
Also, the girls were all dressed in highly 'protective' clothes: thick jeans, t-shirt tightened into their jeans etc to avoid any groping on behalf of the customer. The girls all must be thinking: "Imagine that creep wants to touch *ME*!" Ayup
Anyway, figured that since i came over already, why not go all the way. I asked him if for 300dh i get everything. Yes, the patron answered, and then stopped cold. Clearly he was not the most chatty of patrons.
The massage itself was not bad, with a good tummy massage, and from there she massaged the part between my dick and my stomach. Pretty good, seriously. But she never took any initiative of offering something extra. Sometimes you get a standard massage and only until the very last end, the lady would ask if i like 'massage down there'. Of course, i always refuse. An erotic massage should not be an afterthought, but ingrained into the whole process.
In any case, the Indian lady (maybe a 6 on a good day, this wasn't one of them), didn't even offer. She simply stopped massaging and that was it. As per the above, i didn't ask for anything extra either, so off i went into the shower. Alone, of course.
To make bad things even worse, she had the nerve to ask me for tips. So i told her that if she would have given me extra, i would have given her extra. Then she says: "extra is not allowed" Ayup, certainly the best answer to ensure repeat business.
In two words: stay away!
A good thing sprung from this experience, though: I was still quite horny, so i decided to give the Al Quoz AMP a try. What a difference!
Guys: if anyone knows a nice lady giving Ayurverdic or similar hot oil massage, please let me know!
Searching for African nightclubs
after reading some references to african nightclubs, i dedicated this night to a search for them. always interesting to have a purpose to mongering:) unfortunately, the frs didn’t specify names/locations, but no worries, google is god so i did a thorough search and up came a few african clubs.
first stop of the night: the marco polo hotel for its famous club called african star, with “a great live band that plays music from all over africa”. great, just what the doctor ordered! took a cab and entered the hotel. asked the concierge for directions and he looked at me with a puzzled yet polite smile: “sorry sir, that club has been closed for 18 months now”. whoops, not a good start of the night. he must have read my disappointment because he continued that they now have a russian club with nice ladies. i went in for a peek and saw three stunning russians dancing on stage and a couple of wgs rep001tered around in the otherwise small club.
anyway, nothing could distract me from tonight’s mission to find african clubs. so, on to the next club on my list: out of africa, located in the averi dubai international hotel. jumped in a taxi and arrived a few minutes later since both hotels are in the deira area. asked the concierge where to find the out of africa club and he looked even funnier at me than the guy from the marco polo hotel. turned out the club has been closed since at least 5 (that’s spelled five) years!!
damn, can’t trust the internet these days:)
next stop was the stars club at the sheraton deira hotel & towers, but the cabbie told me that this club is not african, but mostly russian. guess that nightclub also must have changed colors.
that left me with a bit of a problem: the first three picks of my list turned out to be outdated. anyway, no reason to loose hope yet, there were more clubs on the list, the next one being the rush inn hotel with the club africana, almost facing york. went in and yes, the african club was actually there!! i couldn’t believe my luck so in i went….oops. completely empty, except for the dj and a few waitresses. it was already 11pm, so dunno. the waitress said it will get busier later on, sure hops she’s right.
didn’t want to wait to find out, so i chatted a bit with the doorman and luckily he could direct me to another hotel with african nightclubs: either the palm beach hotel or the majestic hotel. knowing for sure the majestic doesn’t have an african club, i opt for the palm beach hotel. the doorman was kind enough to point me, which was just up the road, slightly past the astoria (?) hotel. i ask him if it is walking distance and he nods “no problem, only 3-5 minutes, very close by”.
so off i went. turned out to be closer to 20 minutes than 5, gotta love optimistic people whose cups is not only half full instead of half empty, but rather overflowing all the time. anyway, after a sweaty and sweary walk, the thought of having a cool beer watching some “sophisticated mamas” grinding away on african music, made me persevere.
finally arrived and was asked for 50dh entry with one free drink. i was about to try to talk my way inside, especially since a black customer went in for free, but realized in time that, actually, the black doorman might be feeling “mighty fine” taking my money. payback time for all the other clubs that let in whites for free. and he’s right, of course, great lesson how annoying discrimination can be.
the nigerian band on stage was playing quite nicely, but the club was almost empty and it was nearing midnight. many tables had a reserved sign on it, so action must pick up later. the lady singer of the band had the biggest butt i’ve ever seen, amazingly sexy if that’s your thing. wonder how anal would be, very difficult to reach no doubt:)
although the place was next to empty, somehow, it felt right. after they finished their set, some of the band members came to shook the hands of me and the few others, chatted a bit, just a nice, warm feeling. left the club, but told the doorman to remember me cos i might be popping in later.
saved the best (although that’s perhaps not the right word here) for last: garage. the (in)famous african nightclub at the ramee international. first, the driver took me to a wrong ramee hotel, the one next to maktoum bridge, but all it had was a russian band, with more nice looking ladies on stage in bikini outfits than in the club. what is it with african clubs being replaced by russian clubs, and why are all these places dread empty? recession no doubt.
so, another taxi ride to garage and arrive there around 1am. entry fee is 50dh,which i could have avoided by going in through the hotel lobby and then “in through the exit”, but had forgotten about that little trick. must have been at least two years that i’ve been in garage.
place is maybe 20% full, depressingly empty for a club that is known to be raw, uncut, stomping, and always packed with people having a great time. even the band was not as aggressive and lively as i remember it. more a black version of the carpenters. somehow, it was quite fitting to have a sub par band playing in an empty club. excellent environment to realize that this night i haven’t really achieved shit. most african clubs were closed down and the two found open were almost empty.
as it was getting later and later, i figured to go back to palm beach hotel to see if the action has indeed picked up. on my way there, i noticed the famous seaview hotel, so i stepped out to take a peek inside. this place has been frequently mentioned on the board so curious to check it out myself.
the doorman stops me and asks me if i want to pay. remembering other frs on this topic, i told him with a big smile that i never paid before. he smiles back at me and nods me through. that’s a 50dh saved! finally something’s going right tonight for a change. seaview is packed with a good f/m ratio. literally two seconds after i enter, i am greeted by a certain jennifer. said she remembers me and that i took her twice. honest to god i have no clue, and that’s even worse given she’s a black girl (i hardly take black girls anymore) and that’s she’s almost as tall as me. she’s wearing a striking black/white outfit, but other than that, she is not my type at all. surely i should have remembered taking her…twice?? she must be messing with me, the other thought of early alzheimer is just a bit too scary:) anyway, told her i am only here for a beer and she walks off. no hassle, nice.
seaview has a good mix of punters, not your typical 40+ white guys you see so much elsewhere in dubai. almost got a “this could be blitz” feeling including climbing up the stairs at the entrance…until the band started playing at 1:45am. pink floyd…yawn. way to pretentious for a place like this, especially with the gorgeous lady singers. despite, or perhaps because of, their beauty, they are dead serious, no smiles, no jokes, just singing pink floyd with an iron face. what’s up with that?
as usual, some other stunners were sitting close to the stage with their filipino boyfriends, must be related to the band i reckon. interesting touch is the female bass guitar who also sings. she has a good voice, and is good looking, but only god knows why she plays her instrument like a lead guitar. it’s so pompous it becomes ridiculous. also, after the first song, the four stunning looking singers leave the stage, so even more “seriousness” to the music. brr…weird.
a good time to leave and check out palm beach. it picked up considerably, the place is almost full. there are some wgs but it feels most girls are here with their boyfriends, similar to filipino bars that cater to their own public. nice, makes it more authentic. makes you also stand out, as there was only 1 other white guy besides me. one or two girls tried chatting with me, but in a non-aggressive way. also nice.
spoke with an ethiopian girl and asked her about the famous ethiopian bars with sisha and everything. “oh yes”, she replied, ”there are plenty of those bars”…oh fuck! and i missed all of them tonight! she promised to show them to me and i just may keep her up to that next time i'm in dubai.
in the mean time, if any of you has locations/names of african clubs, please post them here for the benefit of all. my fruitless exercise has at least clarified which places no longer exist, would be nice to hear from you guys about places that are still happening!
just for fun: i popped into music room at 2:30am and the place was totally empty except for a few african girls who, for some reason, were still hanging around. too bad that place is so dead, i really liked the music there, great band.
Radisson SAS Deira, and Capitol (Xanadu Arabic Club, Rockwells), Thurs night reccie
Radisson SAS 1030pm - Had dinner with Wildcat and a friend at Bouvier, the open-restaurant buffet on the ground floor. Good value at 140AED all you can eat including fresh seafood. Best part is it's open-plan (open to the walkway inside the hotel's first floor), and you can sit and watch everyone, including WGs walking past to enter one of the clubs or shops on the same floor.
Some real hotties walking past in sexy elegant outfits, and Wildcat kept slapping me - even when I didn't look at them. At one point I popped into the British Pub next to the restaurant - I put on a French accent and told Wildcat and friend I was going next door so I could "Have zee smoke and fock zee prostitute". Wildcat explained to shocked friend I would be back in 3 minutes. Cheeky girl. A few stunners in the pub, including CIS, and a few pesky PRC girls who kept staring with big smiles while I tried to check out the CIS girls next to them. Also had a quick look in Kubu around 1130pm - good ratio - some real hot CIS babes dressed to the nines. Too bad I was under supervision. I soon fixed that.
Wildcat and friend stayed on t the retaurant to chat, and I went elsehwere to 'play some pool'. Ended up at Capitol Hotel. Started by getting an entry ticket into Xanadu Arabic Club (they don't let single guys in around 1:00am when it's busy), had a quick look inside - only a few Arab and Arabesque girls, and many guys, so I kept my drink/entry ticket for later and went to Rockwells American bar (ie Philipino Bar) next door. Full of Philipinos watching the Phils band, the usual smattering of heavy African WGs along the bar, and one Indian WG - very unusual there.
After playing some pool (and getting my ass kicked by a chubby but cute young arab girl with attitude - but I soon had her smiling), I went back to Xanadu to redeem my drink and check the scene around 130am. If you want a sultry Arab girl or arab look-alike with lots of make-up and long-black silky hair, it's the place to be - there were many of them. But too many guys - who seemed to be interested only in the sexy Arab singer up on stage. I got a lot of attention from the WGs as they could see I was one of the few guys there who were not there to watch the singer.
Alas, too many SMSs from Wildcat asking where I was, so no real hunting for me, just a reccie night. Saving my mojo for a week in Thailand soon.
Majestic and Regal Friday night
Went to Music Room with a pal last night for a "quiet game of pool" from around midnight to nearly 3:00am. Nothing quiet about it - as someoene mentioned below, the band plays loud and hard like they are playing at Wembley Stadium. The place was pretty full - mainly "regular" couples and groups dining, watching the band and dancing. The sight of a 60-something year old British woman dancing wildly with much of her straggly grey hair missing and wearing a very short black sparkly dress almost put me off sex for life. Luckily I found my mojo again by flirting with a couple of big-boobed African girls, who were not shy to keep rubbing their considerable assets firmly against me. There were about 10 African girls and 10 Chinese girls looking for business, but not much business happening. I took the number of one PRC purely because of her hair. It seriously went all the way to the ground. She's probably early 30s, okay face, nice bod - but that long hair! (I'm a fetishist). Near 3am closing time the place was almost empty.
Pal and I walked to Regal at 2:50am to order a shwarma (best in town), and to see if there were any interesting girls leaving at closing time. While waiting for the food, I went to say hi to my natural enemies - the security guys (who, Oil Rich will be happy to know, charge entry for people of all nationalities - no exceptions). They waved for me to go upstairs, so I thought WTF, might as well have a look even if it's empty and the bar is closed. Bizarre - at 3:00am it was still packed, and they were still serving drinks, so I indulged in a nightcap. Too many guys, but still a good selection of CIS girls. Ugly lights came on at 3:10am, and I realized the girls weren't as good looking after all. Caught a reflection of a drunk guy in one of the mirrors looking straight at me, then realized he was me, so I put my drink down, grabbed my food and got a cab home. Gotta get my monger phone fixed.