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After conquering the Painted Cave’s 4,000-step ascent, surrender to Niah’s only Berawan body-to-body massage. Therapists from Kuala Niah village glide oiled torsos like river otters across your trembling thighs, using Niah River-cooled basalt stones to melt "ladder-burn" quads. Heated engkerabai root poultices – wild-harvested near Lobang Batu Tulang – sink into rope-strained palms as swiftlet calls echo through ancient caverns. For archaeologists bearing "skull-carrying shoulders" and sweaty jungle trekkers, this is limestone neurology: pressure flowing like subterranean streams, realigning bodies bent by Neolithic wonders and humidity-thick air.

Niah National Park’s canopy walkers find salvation in our "Kayu Sungai" ritual. Minutes from the Great Cave’s archaeology pits, therapists press gaharu resin-slicked backs along your "boardwalk-hip lock," their spine undulations syncing with Sungai Niah’s hidden currents. Rattan-wrapped pitcher plants draw lactic acid from leech-scarred ankles, while kacang hantu vine balms reset binocular-neck from hornbill sightings. As dawn bats swarm overhead, muscle memory dissolves into Berawan wisdom: "The cave remembers your climb; the glide returns your legs to river reeds."

For Kuala Niah longhouse hosts with "rice-sack backs" and park rangers nursing "torch-arm tremors," therapists deploy "Lamin Gua." Lying on nipah palm mats, they guide your spine along their oiled torso like a dugout through rapids, feet kneading soles with fossilized wood acupressure. Cave humidity hangs thick as sireh paya steam compresses penetrate jungle-swollen joints, while Traders Cave’s century-old resin scents perfume the air. When your breath syncs with firefly rhythms along the river, you’ll grasp the tribal truth: Even the deepest fatigue bows to earth’s oldest massage.