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After deafening shifts in Sibu’s timber mills, surrender to Sarawak’s only Iban body-to-body massage. Therapists from Rajang River longhouses glide oiled torsos like hornbills skimming Batang Rajang, melting "chainsaw-back" spasms with belian wood-infused forearms. Heated engkalak nut stones – blessed at Sibu Timber Museum – sink into vibration-numbed spines as Wisma Sanyan’s neon crown pierces the dusk. For sawyers bearing the weight of Borneo’s hardwood and forklift drivers with "log-load hips," this is tribal neurology: pressure flowing like Rajang’s currents, realigning bodies bent by circular saws and kiln-heated air.

Rajang Express boat crews find salvation in our "Batang Ai" ritual. Minutes from the Sibu Express Boat Terminal, therapists press gula apong-slicked backs along your "plastic-seat hip lock," their spine undulations syncing with Tanjung Manis’ tidal pulse. Rattan-wrapped tepui bark draws lactic acid from helm-gripped shoulders, while ensurai leaf balms from Igan Delta reset dock-loading calf cramps. As tongkang barges drift past Masland Methodist Church, muscle memory dissolves into Iban wisdom: "The river bends the boat; the glide straightens the spirit."

For Sibu Central Market vendors with "tuak-crate elbows" and Tua Pek Kong Temple caretakers nursing "incense-bowl wrists," therapists deploy "Gawai Pasar." Lying on bemban mats woven by Melanau elders, they guide your spine along their oiled torso like a sape melody through rapids, feet kneading soles with jetam wood node acupressure. Rejang Esplanade’s evening breeze carries black pepper steam from Kong Ping Road stalls, penetrating night-market-weary joints. When your posture sighs in harmony with Sibu Heritage Centre’s gongs, you’ll grasp the Iban truth: Even concrete rivers bow to rainforest rhythm.