Bali to Jakarta to Bangkok

[doris day]

Took off for Bali via Virgin Pacific Blue. Apart from the grossly overpriced food and only one hot stewardess on the plane the flight was uneventful. As the plane descended towards the runway I gazed out the window at surroundings I’d never seen before. I wasn’t sure what to expect as this was my first trip to Bali. I’ve been to Phuket many times and at first glance Bali wasn’t as scenic in comparison.

 

As soon as I got off the plane however a feeling of Dejavu washed over me. The heat, the smells and of course the buzz. Perhaps its just my imagination playing tricks on me but the sense of barely controlled chaos of the visa on arrival queue and that 1960’/70’s architecture of Bali’s main airport that looks identical to Don Muang Airport in Bangkok sent me into excitement. I knew I was going to enjoy this trip.

 

Got thru customs and the scammers tried to hit immediately. Some clown wanted to carry my bag. No thanks I’m perfectly capable. They try and steer you to a particular money-changer. Goodbye and don’t touch my bag.

 

Took a taxi to my hotel. Winding through the streets it’s easy to see the similarities of Thailand and Indonesia. Scooters everywhere, small streets and alleys full of gasoline stands, laundromats, restaurants and bars. Street stalls everywhere selling fake brands and almost black skinned Balinese men covered in tattoos with zero percent skin fat.

 

I get to my hotel and I’m greeted with a big smile. I get shown a room but the air-con is noisy so they quickly change it for another. The hotel is set in a garden with small ponds and fountains everywhere and a large pool. I feel relaxed already. Europeans pratting on and working on their suntans lazing around the pool. I feel like doing the same but I’m curious about my surroundings and want to organise a scooter asap. By the time I do this and unpack and shower and change it’s evening. I go to Lanai in Legian for dinner. It’s a two story bar/restaurant overlooking the beach. At night there are candles on the table and the cool summer breeze creates a perfect atmosphere for slow drinking and gorging on good food. The waiter is very friendly and helpful. Perhaps this is indicative of the Balinese hospitality?. I order and start hitting the Bintang. I can’t say I became ingratiated with it immediately but then again I hated Singha when I first drank it and now I love it. I give up on the Bintang and decide to start hitting the cocktails which is very unusual for me. I make eye contact with a girl a few tables away. I notice she’s constantly glancing at me. I have tons to eat and after several cocktails and all the travelling I approach the vicinity of drunk and quite shitfaced. Ooops gotta ride that scooter after dinner so better cool it. As I sit listening to the waves crashing I relax and start thinking about what nightclub to hit.

 

The waiter comes over and tells me that the girl who has been staring at me wants to know my name. Wow that was quick. I only just got here. I’d been told there isn’t much p4p action in Bali so I figure it’s just a horny local? A bit of back and forth ensues and I get her number. I go to the toilet and she goes too so we chat in the hallway. The drunkenness hits and I keep the convo short. I don’t have a sim card for my mobile yet so I tell her I’ll call her later but give her the name of the hotel Im staying at and my room number. I leave a big tip as the waiter was so helpful and friendly. I decide to find where the action is and start at double Six but its way too early so I head to the strip I’m told is full of drunken Aussies and hardcore Javanese prostitutes.

 

When I find my way to the Bali memorial I stop and look around. People sit on the steps of the area where the memorial is as it’s obviously a meeting point. It’s also low season so the main strip isn’t so busy although I have nothing to compare it to. There are various nightclubs and I park my scooter. I have to pay a small sum just to park it. Obviously that’s the way things are done here. It’s about a hundred or so metres to Paddy’s and I get offered speed, Viagra, Weed and other shit every few metres. Even if I wanted that shit I certainly wouldn’t be buying it from these guys.

 

I know Paddy’s isn’t the venue for me but I figure I have to look first just so I can confirm it’s a dive. Sure enough the music is deafening. I have a conversation with a guy who just got back from Pattaya but it’s impossible to hear him. We drink and I notice the place is a very curious mix. There are a lot of hookers in the place and they are quite obviously hardcore and organised. My drinking friend demonstrates that to me by asking several girls their price and they all give the same stock standard response. One million Indo dollars. Holy cow batman and most if not all of these girls look like old washed up Pattaya hags. He tells me they’ll drop their price as the night goes on but I don’t care I’m not planning to indulge with them although as I find low season means no local girls around on a Tuesday or whatever nite it was.

 

I start drinking heavily again and get even more fucking drunk. I trawl some bars – Mbargo, Skybar and others I can’t remember. The best looking girls around are the hello girls and they get hit on by every male walking past. Some of them are seriously cute and as I found out later, available for a price.

 

I end up chatting up a girl at Paddys. She’s probably hit the 30’s mark or is close to it but she’s one of those sexual creatures who stands out in a crowd. She knows how to move. We make gestures to each other from across the bar and just as I’m about to go and close the deal as my sexual drought in the last few months is being aggravated by the alcohol intake I’m ready to smash a table with my boner. Out of nowhere a dude grabs her. He’s significantly older than me and has the open shirt thing going on. He must have watched too many episodes of Miami Vice or something cause he seems to think he’s Don Johnson.

 

This is a pain in the ass because I didn’t feel like waiting any longer and she really was a standout in the place. Dam one of these days I’ll learn to act quicker but I always wait until the last second to make my move and I wasn’t planning on taking a p4p girl but the discos were all but empty of the type of girls I was looking for.

 

I decide to test his resolve and to take her back. I talk to her and she tries to pretend she’s not on the game. Yeah right honey you just like hanging out in bars full of prostitutes and start rubbing your hands thru the hair of guys who only introduced themselves seconds ago. I was born yesterday obviously. I ask her what that guy offered and she tells me she’s not going home with him she just wants to stay and have a good time. I cut straight to the chase as the alcohol has awoken the beast inside. I offer her an amount of money I can’t remember now. She gives me the run around so I retreat. They hang around and drink and so do I. I go to the toilet and sure enough they take off while I’m gone.

 

By this stage I’m truly fucked from drinking whisky on top of all the cocktails from dinner. There are girls around but not of the standard I’d normally take let alone pay for. I decide I’m tired and want action right now. A girl walks behind me and she has one hell of a body on her. Small waist but J-Lo ass. That hasn’t been my type since discovering Thailand but right now I’m not in the mood to muck around. Let’s go I say. She smiles and grabs my hand. We walk to her hotel room conveniently located a few blocks away. It’s a shit-hole but I’m flying and itching to fuck. Bam off with the clothes and her body is luscious. She starts sucking me off and she’s good at it. I’m on fire. I eat her out and she’s dripping everywhere and she puts a condom on and I fuck her real hard for what seems like a long time. I realise I’m really drunk and yet I’m having no trouble getting it up or cumming. Not usually the case for the amount of alcohol I consumed.

 

I struggle to stay awake after one round and her phone rings. She tells me she’s going out to eat. Yeah rite. She tells me to stay so I do as I’m too drunk to move and don’t know where I am anyway. Would show better judgement but I’m arrogant in my invincibilty so I allow myself to pass out.

 

I awake in the morning feeling worse for wear. I’m ready for round two and let her know. I take off her clothes and go the growl. She looks different during the day and that’s not a good thing but I’m ready so I don’t care. I’m still drunk from the night before. Her pussy feels divine and I struggle not to blow real quick. She gives amazing blowjobs and I ram her missionary style and suck hard on her large brown nipples and huge tits. The sex felt amazing. She does the old give me whatever you want routine and as I’m a newbie to the scene here I suss out her body language when I start mentioning figures. I think I gave her 500,000 but it’s all a bit hazy.

 

I leave and am watched by numerous Balinese men who no doubt are used to watching the procession of men out her door. They stare at me and I pretend not to notice. I get back to my hotel and find the girl from dinner has left a message asking me to call her. Oops I probably coulda had that one for free last nite but things just didn’t pan out that way. I vow to stay away from the p4p stuff as I’m visiting my non p4p ex in Thailand in a week and don’t want to pass anything onto her.

 

The next two days are a bit blurry as I’m writing this report several months afterwards so I’ll summarise. I got bored with Bali quite quickly in low season. After reading about the place and being told it wasn’t a p4p destination I couldn’t believe how many prossies there were everywhere. I see door-girls get propositioned and without question they are also on the game. Because places like Double six weren’t happening I couldn’t mix with non p4p girls like I’d planned. I did hang out at Ku De Ta but this was mostly full of foreigners.

 

I decided to go to Jakarta as I’d heard it was hell good. I fly in and take the long taxi ride to Jakarta Central(ish). I stay at a nice hotel and am surprised at the poverty of the streets and place in general. There is a hotel in the middle of a pretty run down looking area only to find out its Kemang and that area is considered to be a pretty good. I’m surprised by the quality of the roads and infrastructure. This place looks like much more of a hole than Thailand. I check in looking worse for wear and dressing down which isn’t normally my style. I’m looking like a typical Aussie surfer in my thongs, something I never wear in Thailand, and board shorts. The check-in staff are all young ladies and they all look sweet and petite.

 

I’m greeted warmly but there’s no hint of flirting and they don’t seem at all affected by a youngish white male. I check in and the room is great. Think I was paying about 70 bucks Aussie a night and I’m very happy. In general hotels are quite a bit more expensive than in Thailand which is ironic when u realise that Indonesia is definitely more run down and less likely to attract tourists. Maybe there are a shit-load of business men using these hotel rooms I’m not sure.

 

I read up about nightclubs to hit and the trip in confirms the traffic is terrible and its going to make visiting multiple spots in one night a pain in the ass (actually by about 10pm the traffic is far sparser and its easy to go from one end of Jakarta to the other very quickly). I go to a few places that I’d read about. From memory they are all major hotels such as the Shrangri la and the Hyatt? that I visited. The place I stopped at was just near CJ’s so those who have been to these places before would know it. I wish my memory was better. The security at these places is intense. The cars are searched for bombs and I feel a sense of possible danger. Ironic as when I was in Bali I felt totally at ease. Perhaps it was the beach setting that lulls one into a sense of peace.

 

Sitting in the 5 star hotel lounge I noticed that the working girls in the bar were all treated like the very best friends of the staff working in the hotel. Kind of odd really to see that happen although at Gullivers the same kind of relationship happens also. The girls in the bar didn’t meet my standards so I sat and ate and drank as the singer was quite good. In fact she was cuter than the working girls. I got looks from the girls but I was merely using the visit to suss out where the best talent was and planning to hit the hi-so places like dragonfly, red square and X2.

 

Went into CJ’s and the hotel that it is in is fucking incredible. A mansion for a mansion. A President could stay here and feel impressed. Massive ceilings, gold everywhere I was blown away. Millions upon millions spent. I find CJ’s on the upper floor but its empty as its probably only 7 or 8pm at this stage. I get quoted an astronomical entrance fee. Again my memory is vague but it was probably $30 just to get in the door? It could’ve been even more but I just remember thinking wow that’s a bit much. Considering the surroundings though it wasn’t out of place. I decide to go back later as drinking there was no doubt going to be expensive so there wasn’t any point wasting money drinking in an empty bar.

 

I hit Red Square and it gets full quickly. It’s full of young expats and their Indo girlfriends. Typical of a non-monger bar all the best looking girls parade their white men around and not surprisingly they are all ugly guys while the girls are very nice. Indo is definitely a place to be white and rich. I can’t really get into the vibe here. I’m not in the mood to be social and the white guys look at me suspiciously as if I’m there to try and chat up their girls. Ooops I guess they had me sussed straight away. Most of the bartenders are guys so I’m not going to have any luck there. There really isn’t much talent on offer and the place becomes so crowded it’s hard to move and position myself. I use a PUA trick (Pick up artist) and go around just randomly shaking hands with girls but not stopping to talk. The trick isn’t to stop and make conversation its simply to break the ice and keep moving so you don’t have an awkward forced conversation but at the same time you’re announcing yourself as available. I get some smiles and laughs and only one girl seems unpleased but even she shakes my hand. I laugh and decide the place is boring.

 

I go back to CJ’s and now it’s relatively full. There’s a band playing (think CM2) and you’ll get the idea of the atmosphere. There are lots of girls in here and lots of dorky looking men standing around nursing their beers looking too scared to interact with the girls. I go get my free drink in a stupidly long glass that looks like a scientific test tube. I go to the bar up the end that’s highly elevated. This allows me to scan the room. I see a fair bit of talent, no more or less than in a typical Thai bar. I see two girls in particular that interest me. One looks just like an ex of mine although with a little more beef and the other looks like Eva Mendes ooh la la.

 

I start talking to the one who looks like my ex but she lights up a cigarette. That’s a big no no in my book so I excuse myself and wander over to Miss Mendes. We chat and flirt and I decide I want her. As I’m new to Indo I decide to talk money. She quotes one million Indo dollars. From my research I know this is top end dollars so I smile and continue to chat. We barter casually but she sticks to her price. Her friend is hugging a guy nearby but apparently isn’t going home with the guy. She offers to have her friend join us for an extra 500,000 and I laugh. I’m tempted but her friend doesn’t look like a movie star so I decline.

 

I don’t really care about money so I decide I’ll take miss mendes home. The lights go up and I notice there’s lots of girls with no dates even though there were quite a few blokes in the place. When I leave with miss mendes the doormen all give knowing looks. We get a cab and return to the hotel. The sex was ok from what I remember and we had another round in the morning. She was a sweet girl and we had fun but it wasn’t anything I’d do again. Sent Miss Mendes on her way and I went shopping. We chat over the course of my trip but never get together again.

 

Daytime in Jakarta isn’t anything like Bangkok. I love Bangkok for all its options and just for the atmosphere. There’s always something to do there and Jakarta just isn’t that kind of place. I went to Senayan Plaza and then to Blok M mall figuring I could do my shopping there and check out the local talent.

 

Senayan was a bit more upmarket and I tried some Indo food at the food court there. It didn’t strike me as being in the same ballpark as Thai food but it was o.k. I get a long look from the information girl at the door of the mall and then I go to Blok M where the looks make me feel like a movie star. The girls were all checking me out and I sat at a café on the upper floors. The staff there were all very cute but unfortunately no-one spoke English. I have no doubt they were all talking about me. I’m guessing not many white foreigners around these parts.

 

I go and eat at Pizza Hut and the Hostess of the place is stunning and I would’ve banged all the waitresses they were very fucking cute. I sat and contemplated how I could learn enough Indonesian in a few minutes to take this girl on a date when another cute Indo girl walks by the restaurant and she stares at me. She then walks into the restaurant and sits down at the table just across from me. She looks at me and I notice her looking so I decide to ask her some questions about Jakarta to break the ice. I ask her about X2 and she assures me it’s a really good nightclub. She gives me her phone number and we decide to meet at X2 later. Shit dating in indo is fucking good. I vow to learn Indo right away. (Her English was perfect BTW and she gave me her business card showing she had a good job. Hi-so Indo no doubt).

 

I purchase a sim card and take it back to my hotel. For some reason the sim card doesn’t work so I take it to the business centre in the hotel. The staff girl there was very helpful and rang customer service for me. She said to me that the sim card would actually take some time to activate and the company I’d gone with wasn’t very good. This whole thing had probably taken an hour so I was feeling guilty about taking up her time but she pulled out a sim card from her handbag and said I could have that one instead as it would be activated instantly. I let her sort it out and when she finished she told me she programmed her number in the phone so I could contact her if I needed. (Indo girls rock). I ask her out figuring I’m getting signals and she says no. Hmmm I didn’t see that one coming.

 

I thank her for her time and leave. I drink in the bar of the hotel but no talent in there so head off to one of the bars in kemang. My one regret of going to Jakarta is not spending more time in the bars of kemang as this is where the middle class indo girls go and this is where the real action is. I hang out in a sports bar whose name I can’t recall. The hostesses here are cute and friendly. One hostess is a real pro (no not that type of pro) and she’s friendly to me but not overly friendly. I then tell her I’m going to X2 and she starts touching me and getting real friendly. Obviously wanted an invite and saw an opportunity for free drinks. She was a real nice looker but her quick transformation set my alarm bells off and I decide I can’t take her there as I’m meeting the one from pizza Hut anyway. I decide I’ll go back the next night and bed her instead.

 

I head off to X2 after many beers and pool games. This place is hands down the best nightclub I’ve ever been to or heard about. It must’ve cost millions and it was fucking impressive. Level upon level of dance floors and different bars it was amazing. Unfortunately I didn’t have the right camera adaptor and couldn’t charge my camera so no photos. But, it was superb. Anyway, I start downing drinks (expensive drinks maybe $14 a pop? or thereabouts). I flirt with a girl behind the bar. Lovely and thin and a cute face that reminded me of an ex of mine. I’m always trying to relive the past. I search for Pizza Hut girl but can’t find her anywhere. I’m not worried there’s talent everywhere although again they are in clicky groups that need to be worked on and approached carefully. I drink at the bar and all of a sudden I notice a wedding ring on the bartenders finger. Damn things weren’t going well. Suddenly a girl sits down with her friends. She sits a bit too close to me and sure enough she buys me a drink. Did I mention dating in Indo is fucking easy for white guys?

 

We start talking and she starts touching me. After a while she announces they’re going. She’s with some Indo girls who have white boyfriends. One of the girls is an Indo model and she’s fucking stunning. Absolutely stunning. My girl tells me that she wants me to come back to her apartment. WTF I say and we take off in her friends Lexus. Niiice. We fly thru the streets of Jakarta as one of our party wants to go to Stadium to drop E’s. I’m really tempted to go with him but I’ve got bedroom business to attend to.

 

We drop him off and go to a high-rise apartment somewhere in Jakarta. Oh shit wait I forgot. On the way there our Indo model driver was speeding and we get pulled over by a motorbike cop. I don’t speak Indo but there was an argument between the indo girls in our car and the cop. Apparently the cop demanded money and they gave him what was the equivalent of I think $15 Aussie dollars to fuck off. Initially I think he wanted more but after one of the girls gave him money my girl snatched some of it back and they drove off. Speeding fines settled the Indo way. Wish it was that easy in Australia.

 

We get back to the apartment and we get straight down to business. She’s got a lovely pussy and she’s the hairless type. My performance is adequate but I was feeling rather tired and wasn’t at my best but she enjoyed my patented growl technique and seemed to wet the bed. The morning was frantic as she had to catch a plane to Bali and I promised to catch up with her on my way back to Bali before I hit Thailand. With her gone I went back to the hotel. I run into the girl from the business centre and she tells me that she’d like to go out on a date. WTF? She said she needed some time to think about it as her heart was still broken from her ex who as it turned out had a wife and family in Australia and she only just found out as they were planning the wedding. OOops.

 

Well why not. I start getting text messages from Pizza Hut girl as well so now I’m wondering how to juggle these two. I need to take them both out but I don’t have much time left in Jakarta. I’m feeling like more action so during the day I go to a low-end place in Block M which is in a hotel. It’s well known in expat circles and like a soapy in Thailand. It was a very weird experience. I find the place and it looks like an ordinary hotel from the outside. There’s a porter and doormen and check in counters etc. I ask the doorman a little sheepishly whether I can get a massage on the sixth floor. He says ‘of course’ and presses the elevator button for me. It’s a little weird going to a brothel that is in a legit hotel. Very disconcerting but that’s why people say that Jakarta has a full on sex industry but it isn’t in your face.

 

So, I go up to the 6th? Floor and get out of the lift. I head down a dark corridor and go into a bar. A few white guys are drinking there and I wonder what’s the deal with the place. Suddenly I’m surrounded by at least 20 girls all staring at me. I move away to the couch and then settle on one girl only to decide to take a second as well. As we go to the room I hear other girls say ‘take three’. Very strange place. I bang the crap out of both of them but can’t hold out long as the new scenery has me amped.

 

I retreat to the hotel and decide to take Pizza hut girl out. We go to Dragonfly for Chinese new year and the place is impressive. All hi-so indos and they are very relaxed and friendly. My date can’t stay too long she’s got work in the morning so she takes off after a few drinks and some hugs and kisses. Coulda and shoulda tried to close that one. (In hindsight she was a player as we chat on facebook and there are quite a few young handsome white guys on there!).

 

Interestingly there is no aggro at these or any other clubs I go to. In Australia and I suspect the west clubs are full of dickheads wanting to box on and cause trouble. There’s no such problems here and even the security who all look like guys you don’t mess with are super friendly. The head of security introduces himself to me and he tells me to ask some girls out.

 

I go home alone but set up a date for the next night with hotel girl. The date with hotel girl was certainly memorable. After going to kemang and downing a few beers at that sports bar I hook up with hotel girl. We decide to go to Jalan Jaksa. I’d heard it was a bad area that’d gone downhill and my date confirmed that but insisted we should go and take a look. I have to say it wasn’t much to look at. A strip of eateries with hardly anyone around. Couldn’t see what the fuss was about either way. Drank some beer at Memories Café which I’d heard about but it was just a dive. Hotel girl and I talked and she revealed some interesting information. She said that the girl who’d checked me in had just gotten married but despite that she’d written in the book the hotel has to advise other staff of things going on that Mr xxx(me) in room xxx was (I can’t remember what she’d said now but it was a very nice compliment somewhere along the lines of handsome etc) and that she was jealous of hotel girl because she was single. Ha ha god I love Asia.

 

After leaving Memories Café we had nowhere to go and I’d checked out of the hotel as I was leaving to go back to Bali in the early morning. When making the arrangements I’d planned on going out all night partying and then going straight to the airport but in hindsight that wasn’t the smartest move. So, hotel girl and I get in a taxi and discuss where to go. She’s giving me strong signals so I just put my arms around her and we start making out in the taxi. She tells the taxi driver just to drive around and show us the sights. After a while of making out its obvious what we both want to do so she asks if I want to go to a short time hotel. Ha ha ha did I mention that I love Asia. Shit yeah I said (ok I was far more subtle than this).

 

The hotel is a bit better than ones I’d used in Thailand but its still a short time place none the less. We check in, as it turns out its just down the road from my (our) hotel in kemang. Now the next part is annoying to write.

 

Ok so we go into the room. We both start undressing straight away no making out first. She’s got a lovely little body but at this point I don’t care. Now here’s the annoying part. Sometimes a girl can be a starfish and other times a girl can be crazy in bed. This girl was beyond crazy. She was out of fucking control. Here’s an example. We’re going at it and she puts her hand up to my throat almost choking me. It’s annoying so I push it away. As soon as I push it away she puts it right back again. This kind of thing goes on for a while to the point I decide I’m going to have to hold her down to enjoy this so I push her arms down so she can’t thrash around as much and she manages to thrash around even more. So I change to doggy style to try and get away from her grabbing and slapping and crap and she can’t stop changing position. She literally couldn’t stay still for a second and I just got sick of the whole thing. I really wasn’t enjoying it so I just said I was tired and we got some sleep. She came to the airport with me and started talking about coming to Australia and having a relationship etc. I got on the plane with my mind whirling and thinking about staying in Indo as this place was full of women hunting for white guys. I figured if I was living there my dance card would be incredibly full. I wouldn’t have the time to work, my full time occupation would be gigolo. Pizza hut girl tells me she could get me a job at her magazine if I stayed. Weird place this. Indo girls fucking love white guys.

 

Landed back in Bali and hooked up with the girl and her mates from X2. They were staying at a lush villa in Seminyak that was amazing. When I arrived they were still off their faces on ecstasy from the nite before. Apparently this was day three or something of going out and dropping E. I reintroduced myself to my girl and the bedroom and we all crashed out for a while and then her driver took us to Ubud where we visited the monkey sanctuary and some rice fields. It was a good way to spend a few hours relaxing.

 

Went out that nite with them and partied my ass off. We went to Skybar and some other disco and returned to the villa at sun up. Problem with that was I had to be at the airport at 10am and slept in and missed my flight to Thailand. Whoops.

 

Stayed another two days in Bali and got really sick from ‘travellers diaarhea’. Two days later and two dodgy doctors later I had medical bills but I wasn’t get better. It turns out the antibiotics they gave me (shouldn’t be prescribing antibiotics for diaarhea) were too strong and making me vomit. By the time I figured it out and stopped taking them against doctors advice I was pretty dehydrated and pissed off. I had started to get sick of my x2 girl and she kept making excuses to stay in Bali which didn’t suit me as I wanted to butterfly. Finally she left. Went to lunch at Lennai again and as I was overlooking the beach and reading my overpriced Aussie newspaper I noticed a scooter pull up with two very hot girls on it. One girl was a white skinned girl while the other a dark skinned girl. They seemed to look up at me from the road. I looked back. They went onto the beach and met up with two indo guys. Easy come easy go. After greeting the guys the white skinned one turned around on her chair and waved at me. Bizarre. I paid my bill and got on my scooter. As I was about to ride off the dark skinned girl ran up to me and asked if I could join them. Fucking hell indo does my head in but in a good way.

 

I join the group and sit across from the girls. As it turns out the guys with them are raging queens. The white skinned girl is divine. We chat for a bit and then I decide to play a little hard to get. I tell them I have to go but we swap numbers. She then says “kiss?†and I royally fuck up and say “next time†cheekily. I leave and vow to hook up with her that nite. Unfortunately things didn’t go according to plan. After a few text messages something’s off. I seem to have been handballed to the dark skinned girl. She’s nice but she’s not as hot as the white skinned one who I had a crush on. I go to Double Six as there’s a special DJ playing. It’s three quarters packed and there is a mix of hi-so girls and hookers in there. I get my photo taken with two girls who are sexy as hell but at this stage I’m still trying to hook up with beach girls and I’m feeling unwell so I fuck off back to my hotel alone.

 

The next night I hook up with a girl from Mbargo and she’s a cutie (see pic). The next day I fly back to Jakarta as Hotel girl is telling me how much she wants to fuck my brains out. I go back but we just can’t click and I want to see Pizza girl instead. I go to a ‘nightclub’ called Millenium. I go as I thought it was a genuine disco that would be full of Indo girls. As it turned out it was a huge disco with DJ’s and trance music and yes there was lots of girls but really it’s just a brothel masquerading as a disco. That’s how it works in Indo. The sex scene I reckon is bigger than Thailand but more under the surface. No catcalls of ‘handsome man’ anywhere.

 

A young man approaches me in the almost pitch black darkness and tells me he works there. Yeah mate sure you do I think. He gives me a tour showing private rooms upstairs that have to be booked in advance. He then offers to take me to a strip joint/brothel. I’m tempted as I’m always ready to chart new ground and go off the beaten track but as arrogant as I am I’m not stupid. He tells me he’d have to take a separate taxi though. Ha ha. Sounds like he was planning to ring his buddies and send me into a trap to rob me. I decline regretfully as action gets me excited and I’m always on the lookout for places others don’t know about.

 

I get in a taxi and go back to my hotel. As the taxi pulls out of Millenium it travels down the main road and there are girls standing by motorbikes with guys on them for several hundreds of meters. This surprises me as the Jakarta scene was meant to be underground but here it was blatantly out in the open on an extremely busy main highway.

 

I realise I’m running out of time to get back to Thailand to see my ex-girlfriend. I book a flight to Thailand without telling hotel girl as she’s become a stalker. I get on the plane relieved to get away. Too many girls in Indo and too little time. It’s a place that would take a long long time to explore properly and a white man could have a hell of a good time there but it’s time to go back to my spiritual home.

 

As soon as I touchdown in Thailand I feel like I’m ‘home’. All my stomach sickness and stress leaves me. I go and see my ex and we go out to dinner. I’m still struggling to get my appetite back so I don’t eat much. I figure I’ve lost 5 kilos and the scales confirm this. My ex is worried but I assure her I’m fine now. She has a serious boyfriend so I’m not sure how to tread. She gives me the signals that all is clear, so I tell her we should go back to her place and she agrees. It’s like old times and the sex is wonderful. No one is as good in bed as she is. No one. I pound her pussy and then she gets her rags. No problem I just fuck her in the ass and she rams herself back against me as hard as she can. She’s my equivalent. A female hornbag. She tells me to fuck her harder up her ass which just wasn’t possible. For the next four days we spend most of our time in bed. I think about marrying her as she’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever met in the five odd years I’ve been going to Thailand. Her performance in bed would turn any man inside out and make him think about making a major life change. I spent a few hours away from my ex at one stage and went to both soi cowboy and nana plaza and found that the bars made me sad. I saw girls looking like they didn’t want to be there and what was once a place to go and have fun had become a place to avoid. I just don’t find the bars worth going to anymore. They are for tourists.

 

My ex and I fight as I feel like I don’t want her to be married although I’m happy for her that she’ll be well taken care of for the rest of her life. (no man would divorce her she’s far too good in bed ha ha). I leave Thailand not thinking about anything but the heat, the nice girls, the food, the sights and the feeling being there gives me. I can’t wait to return to see old friends and to relax in a way that no other place allows. Indonesia is great and it blew my mind but Thailand is where my heart is.

 

[SpiceMan]

An excellent read, thanks for posting.

[WorldFun]

I think you naILED the indo vs. los pretty well & also bali vs. jkt (especially bali off season).

the indo girls who love to fuck white boys (for free) comes with the usual catch of girls doing that anywhere, ...BUT

 

this also is another xx vs. los story from the perspective of the los lover (at heart)

 

anyway how about tracing a few los 'party girls' or pizza hut gals or hotel gals as I'm sure they're there they may just not be so outgoing/easygoing (on the surface) as their indo sisters - or are they? :hubba:

 

anyway give indo a few more trips & you might just 'switch side' if you dare - even discover some daytime 'activities' (in jakarta) LOL

[CTO]

great post

 

[fudgyMcPacker]

What a fantastic post!