Galaxy Sauna 17

5th Floor, Harilela Mansion
81 Nathan Road Tsim Sha Tsui
Kowloon,
Hong Kong
MTR: Tsim Sha Tsui Station, Exit C
Tel: 2366 - 0629
No website that FuelMix knows of

NOTE:   
(1)  NOT open 24 hours - Usually 12 noon to 11pm (previously 2pm to 11pm)
(2)   Staff do NOT speak good English on the phone. 

FuelMix got cruised on the street in Tsim Sha Tsui on a Saturday afternoon and the trick suggested Galaxy rather than ABC (which was the other sauna in the vicinity). Since FuelMix wasn't too thrilled with the idea of Galaxy, he agreed on condition that the trick paid the entrance fee for both.

Here's the update:

Whoa.....the place was packed.....No......make that really packed......No......we mean fuckin' stuffed to the rafters and then some.  Lineups at the Reception Desk, Lineups at the Locker Room, Lineups in the showers, Lineups for the Steam Room......

They just kept coming in......UTTERLY FUGLY CHINESE.....MORE AND MORE OF THEM.....locals GAMs from Very Rich Megacity and clusters of GAMs from Mainland China, coming through the door, 4 or 5 at a time. All ages and body types........but FUCKIN' FUGGGLLLEEE.....!!!

Make no mistake about it.....this HUGELY POPULAR VENUE is this city's Epicentre for the FUGLY GAY ORIENTAL

(.....plus fat white middle aged fags who live here or visit - plus increasing numbers of fag ugly Brownies).

So.....not to brag,  but when someone like FuelMix stepped in (and he hadn't been there in ages)......there was mild mayhem in the Locker Area and the poor boy was pawed and groped by a throng of slant eyed Fuglees, licking their lips and twitching their eyebrows. (Just as FuelMix pulled off his Calvin's, one chink grabbed them, inhaled deeply and handed them back, grinning wildly and winking. He couldn't linger because he was pushed along by the crowd).

Off to the showers where 7 people jostled to get a view of FuelMix soaping himself.  FuelMix's trick (who had fully subsidized the entrance fee) was getting royally pissed off.

Out of the showers and in search of a private play space.  Forget it.  All rooms were in use and the corridors were choked with Fuglees.  Did you get that....?? CHOKED. Absolutely impossible to move. Period.

So....off to the Steam Room.  Maybe we could play there.  Bad move.  A Lineup to get into the Steam Room.  The door was wide open and the Steam Room was jammed like damp sardines.  No chance of getting in. People were wedging themselves in like commuters trying to board the subway during rush hour.

The showers....??? Forget it. Packed.

The Dry Sauna....?? Forget it.  Packed.

The Video Room....??  Forget it.  Packed.

The Dark Room....?? Forget it.  Packed.

The premises are as dank, damp, decrepit and dilapidated as ever - and don't forget the cryogenic air conditioning. Those elements, dear reader, are the winning formula for this place which by the looks of it, will never go out of business - just like they'll never smarten up the place.  The don't need to. Nobody cares.  Nobody complains.

In desperation, the trick serviced FuelMix from all angles in one of the toilets.  It was quite the oral body worshiping show.  We counted 15 people jostling for the view at any one time.

And yeah.....the trick swallowed.

(......and then a door unlocked and a private room became available.....*sigh*)

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