While I walking along the street in Kuala Lumpur, I was stopped by a man who had taken a fancy to my rucksack, he wanted to know all about it, where I’d gotten it, how much it cost, he must have really loved my rucksack!
We finally moved on from endless questions about my beautiful rucksack and he asked me the usual foreigner question where I was from. And here’s the weird thing, as luck would have it, his sister was about to go to Dublin to work as a beauty therapist, so he had a fresh set of questions for me about life in Dublin.
We got through the questions and he had one final request, his mother was worried about her precious little girl going all the way on her to Big Bad Dublin, could I meet her and help reassure her?
Normally I would have been glad to help but this wasn’t really as genuine a request as it might seem, you see my rucksack is 20 years old, well-used and could do with a bit of a wash, it is not the type of rucksack that attracts admiring glances. In addition, while Ireland is welcoming plenty of immigrants, there isn’t such a national shortage of beauty therapists that we’d be throwing visas at any therapist we can find.
The main reason though why I was a tiny bit suspicious is that this isn’t the first time I’ve been lucky enough to meet people in Malaysia whose sister was just about to move to Ireland!
Back in January when I was bored and wandering around KL aimlessly with nothing to do, I met a father and daughter team whose sister was going off to Dublin to train as a nurse. The mother was frantic with worry and could I meet her and answer some questions. I said sure okay and so off we went to meet the mother and other sister.
We get to where we’re to meet them and we’d just missed them, the grandmother had to be brought to hospital for a couple of tests but will be back shortly. Waiting to give us this message was the man’sbrother-in-law. He worked in a casino in Genting outside of KL, so we got to chatting about gambling and playing cards.
After a while he asked if I wanted to know a good way to win at Blackjack? Now Blackjack is one of the few games in a casino where if you’re a good player you have a very good chance of winning in the long run, the other games will slowly leech money out of you unless you get very lucky.
I was unconvinced that there was an easy way so he showed me how it could be done. And yes it was a fairly effective way of winning at Blackjack but it wasn’t playing it was cheating.
In the Genting casino there are private rooms where normal level gamblers can play against high rollers, they only need to have a starting pot of about 250 euros, these are called VIP rooms and are frequented by muslims who don’t want anyone to know that they’re gambling. It also has no cameras so the casino management can’t see if there is anything untoward going on. Another key difference if that there is only one pack of cards which is shuffled between each hand.
The brother-in-law was a dealer in these VIP rooms and like most dealers is a dab-hand at card tricks, he could deal any card he wanted and he would always know what cards he dealt even if they were face-down. He showed me a system of hand and body signals combined with code words to indicate what cards were about to be dealt, what the other player held and how I should play the next move.
The strategy was that he would recruit tourists, i.e. people who would only be in town for a day or two and wouldn’t have any visible connection with him, they would be shown the signals and then go play for 20-30 minutes with the high roller, relieving him of about 250,000 ringget (about 60,000 euro). The winnings would be split and everyone would be happy!
It was all very fascinating but I didn’t want to help him cheat some rich man out of money so I declined his generous offer…. Within minutes of me refusing, the grandmother had suffered a relapse/ heart attack (something life or death serious), they bid me adieu and rushed off to the hospital!
And that should have been that but in July while I was again rambling along another Malaysian road, this time in Kota Kinabalu, I met a man who admired my hat, and he had a sister going to Ireland as a nurse, a worried mother, an uncle who worked in a casino and someone (this time the mother) who while on a routine visit to the hospital suffered a serious attack when I refused to play the game! What was fascinating was that it was almost the same script, word for word!
I feel guilty, twice I’ve refused and twice women have had attacks/seizures, I’m a jinx and this is the final reason why I didn’t go to meet the rucksack man’s mother, I was worried for her health….
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