5-13: The next day I asked the desk clerk to help me get the ferry to Bintan. Turns out the best bet was to go to Tunggur terminal where ferries left every 30 minutes. Hotel taxi to Tunggur was 50,000, again a pre-set amount written on the fee chart. I guess hotel taxi prices are maybe 50% higher than you can get on the street, but the cars are generally newer and cleaner, and I think the safety factor is better. The drivers are known to the hotel.
Took twenty minutes to Tunggur terminal, driver helped me buy a ticket, 22,500. There were only a few touts, and they all left me alone as my driver helped me to the terminal. The driver also helped me call the Rainbow Hotel, where I planned to stay, using the telephone at the cigarette stand (3,000 rupiah) inside the terminal. Of course there are no public pay phones! The lady at Rainbow spoke excellent English and promised to pick me up at the terminal.
I boarded the air con Sentosa Ferry and thought it was a death trap. Long and narrow, seats maybe 70, no life preservers in sight, 60% full. Trip took exactly 60 minutes. At exactly the 30 minute mark we passed the oncoming ferry, way too close, like two subway trains passing in a station, but we were at sea! I found it difficult to board and exit the ferry as there was a large "rim" I had to step over while the ferry swayed and try to land on the bobbing dock while carry two small bags. I made it without falling, but I could have just as easily not made it. And the coming boat to dock transitions were going to be even more difficult for me.
We arrived in Pinang, Bintan Island, and only one tout hassled me. Showed me business cards of hotels, but none of them were the Rainbow, so I continued walking up the ramp. A second later a pleasant young man in a bright yellow shirt with Rainbow Hotel logo looked at me and called my name. That was easy!
He led me to the parking lot where a woman with the same yellow shirt met me and took me to the hotel car with a third employee behind the wheel. Off we went to the hotel, 15 minutes inland, really great service, and all at no charge.
Pinang is at once nicer, friendlier, more quaint and charming than Nagoya. Rolling hills, fewer street bums, quietly bustling, sort of had a resort town feel, maybe tourism is a big part of the economy?
The Rainbow Hotel had a resort type feeling, nice pool, tennis courts, beautiful large gardens. I chose the cheaper Chalet rooms, separate single story cottages next to the main hotel. Strange to me cause in US these kind of separate private cottages with private entrance and porch are more expensive than regular hotel rooms! A little under $20 a night I think. Older room, but with all the regular stuff westerners like me need, private toilet, air con, desk, chair, bed, TV, tile floor, and clean.
When I checked in, the lady called me by name, and all of the staff smiled and greeted me in a very friendly and genuine way. That was a really nice change from Nagoya with its big city attitude.
It was noon, not really sure what to do, felt a little sense of achievement for having actually faced the unknown, braved the little ferry, and landed on my feet in a friendly comfortable place. I decided to let the air con do its job, lie down and chill out. I fell asleep and woke up at 6:30 to the faint patter of rain on my doorstep. I went out to sit on the porch and relish the sounds, smells, and gentle moist air. A small black cat rubbed against my ankle - instant friends. I sipped a bottle of water and contentedly watched my new friend meticulously clean himself in the refuge of my porch, those luscious big wet rain drops only inches away. After his bath he settled down for a nap next to me.
7pm. Dinner? I wasn't really hungry despite no food since breakfast. I am always a little slow at realizing that I have a bug but it was finally dawning on me. The long naps and gurgling stomach were trying to tell me something. One reason it takes me a while is I generally feel fine, no fever, no cramps, no desperate runs to the toilet. But after 3 days of long sleeps, no appetite, and gurgling stomach, there was no question. Looking back, I must have acquired the bug before even landing on Batam……during my night at Singapore airport? the breakfast at the airport Burger King? or the hot dog croissant at the airport deli france? Or perhaps even from the food on JAL?
I passed on dinner. My notes said there was a KTV (karaoke) across from the hotel. I took a short walk but could not find it. I asked at the front desk and they directed me to a disco in Hailin Hotel, about one block away. I found it. Looked like a regular karaoke, no hostesses, just music and microphones, and one customer…..me. I drank a bottle of water, 12,500, and listened to the male host sing two songs. I saw nothing even remotely suggesting fun and left. Never tried to figure out if the KTV was the "disco" the front desk had suggested.
Back to the front desk at Rainbow Hotel, I asked for a ride downtown. They said everything was closed, but sensing I was looking for "entertainment", suggested the driver could take me to a disco. I accepted. Off we went to a disco that was totally empty at 9pm. I consulted my notes and asked the driver about a place called Furuma. He said it was massage and countered by offering to take me to Putiera massage. I asked him if I could do "booking", and he livened up. Skipped the Putiera massage and took me to Aruiss which he said used to be called Furuma. Yea, whatever. It was the typical line up, girls sitting on a bench along the wall, about ten of them, all very average looking. The mama san was young and far prettier than the working girls and spoke excellent English. She recommended the ugly fat one. None of them looked eager to go with me. I selected the most petite one and she agreed to go with me. There was a noticeable sigh of relief from the other gals. I didn't know if the girl would take a ojek back to the hotel, or ride with me. But she jumped into the back seat like it was her family car, and I got in beside her. She snuggled to me nicely and it seemed like things would be OK.
Suffered through the rather significant walk of shame through the large lobby, right in front of that nice lady at the front desk who always called me by name and into my room. As soon as we were in the room, the girl jumped right into service mode, which I like. She unpacked her little bag, amazing how much stuff they get in those little things; shampoo, body soap, face soap, toothbrush, nightie. She said one word, "shower". Then she removed my clothes, shoved me into the bathroom, sat me down on the covered toilet, and removed her clothes. She filled the big bucket with water and gave me a good wash and washed herself. Then to bed we went.
Two nekkid bodies next to each other in one bed, one working, the other paying, it was not a question of if or when, it was a question of what and how. The girl was skinny, but with nice full perfectly placed round tits, and a slightly protruding tummy. She gave a good, experienced bj for about 5 minutes, much longer than the two in Batam. Still way too soon she said "fuck", and jumped on top. She wriggled and squirmed all over the place, actually being a bit bossy and dominant in making me lie still and let her do all the work. As we got into it, she would tease me with 3 or 4 very shallow strokes, followed by one slow very deep stroke. I like the technique and have done it myself in the past when on top, but this was a first having the girl do it to me!
I was in one of those rare zones for me where I was turned on enough to stay hard, but with enough recent releases that I could postpone orgasm indefinitely. After about ten minutes I think she was tiring, and tried to take off the condom, in hopes of getting me to cum I think. I insisted it stay on. We switched positions, me on top. She wrapped her skinny arms and legs around me, which I like and not all working girls will do it. I put her ankles on my shoulders and went long and deep. Then I held her feet and lifted her up, raising her hips off the mattress, and pounded away rabbit style like in the Japanese pornos. The headboard was banging against the wall and soon the neighbor knocked on the wall for us to be quiet! The girl laughed and we continued, a bit more subdued. Flipped her over for doggie. Been a long time since I did doggie, not my favorite position. I like the tighter feel and stimulation along the underside of dick, but I much prefer looking at a girl's anterior than posterior. I got a little tired and a little bored, and got on my back, motioning for more bj. She declined, but started to give me a really fine hand job with lots of slow fondling in between serious stroking. I was close to cumming a few times, but she showed no interest in dealing the knockout punch, moving to the slow tease each time I got close, then back to full stroking after I had calmed down a bit. The gal really knew what she was doing. She suddenly said "fuck" again, got on top and rode me silly again. After another ten minutes I finally let it go deep inside her. She started to do some pillow talk in her very poor English, something about taking her tomorrow, promise, two more days, blah blah. I told her to be quiet and go to sleep, and she obeyed!!!! That's one of the real advantages to the provider/client relationship over a "love" relationship. Try telling your lover "shut the fuck up" when she starts to chat after making love, and see how long the relationship lasts!
We fell asleep around 11pm. I slept fitfully, no doubt due to my long nap during the day. I woke at 2:30am and snuggled up next to her. She responded and her hand quickly found my dick. She teased ever so slightly, like she knew that's exactly the way I like it, I was hard instantly. I tried to penetrate as we lied on our sides, but she was dry and my fat belly got in the way, so she got on top. I bucked up furiously and she responded in kind, matching me stroke for stroke for ten minutes, with me finishing deep inside again.
At 4:10am I dreamed I heard distant faint solo singing, sort of like Gregorian chant, only different. It was sort of mystical and exotic, and didn't stop. The dream continued. I woke up. It was no dream. The sound was real and distinct. I went out on my porch where I could clearly hear the singing. It was on loud speakers. I figured it must be those early morning Muslim prayers.
At 5am another gentle rain fell and I returned to bed to sleep.
We woke at 7am. I was totally satisfied and not looking for another round, but this gal was all about service and not about to be denied the opportunity to prove herself. She deftly brought me to full erection with those soft teasing touches while I fingered her. She had, or feigned, yet another orgasm. I rolled to my back and let her do her morning duties as she saw fit. She used her hand on me, with the same wonderful technique of the evening before. She massaged my balls with great care, and eventually found her way to my perineum and netherlands. She applied pressure in all the right spots as I took over stroking myself, and I suddenly, abruptly, involuntarily, popped with an audible spurt that landed on her shoulder and my belly. How could I possibly have any juice left to do that? She did not even realize I had cum, sort of a clue to how much she was really paying attention to me, and how much she was just going through the motions?
So that's the good part. Here's the rest. She was very skinny, but had a slightly protruding tummy. I think she was about 3 months pregnant, and just starting to show. I asked her and she was too quick to deny, was self-conscious about her belly, and would not let me rub it at all. I touched it a few times and it was rather firm. She belched incessantly. Big loud long belches. Perhaps she was not pregnant but had some other gastro problem? She had that typical Indo smell. Not really bad, but not the sweet clean smell I associate with most SEA gals. She had a really crazy laugh. Not a funny laugh, but a "crazy-lady" type laugh, almost vicious and menacing. I am sure she was volatile with a wicked temper. I consider myself very lucky that I got all her good stuff and none of her shit. No way was I gonna take a chance on booking her again, despite her providing one of the best nights of sex I ever had in SEA.
5-14-03: Breakfast was not much better than Hotel2000, fried noodles, fried rice, cold fried eggs. Rainbow added rice porridge to the table and that is what I ate. However the service at Rainbow was really good. All the staff, from managers and front desk to bell boys and cleaning maids smiled and greeted me in a respectful but friendly manner. Never got a sour or disinterested look the entire stay. Nearly all spoke very passable English.
After breakfast I sat on my porch again to enjoy the quiet morning garden, birds chirping and the gardener's slow clip, clip….clip, as he cut the grass by hand.
I spent a couple of hours reading and writing this journal in my room.
Then I took the hotel free shuttle to town and asked the driver to drop me off at the Bentari (spelling?) mall with the intention of finding an internet café. I did a lot of research on the internet before the trip and knew the name of several hotels, shopping areas and entertainment areas on each island.
The storefront that I thought should be internet, turned out to be networked games only, swarmed with young teenage school boys.
After asking several people and getting poor directions to various places around downtown Pinang, none of which had internet, I saw a small shop selling computers and fishing gear - what an odd mix of products! There was an attractive young gal in the shop and I asked her about internet. She either spoke no English, or was too shy to try, but wrote on my pad, "cyber café, Tambak". So off I went to look for a taxi to take me to "Tambak".
I try to be careful when I travel, especially in unknown situations and unknown areas. I had no idea about this Tambak area. I hated the idea of getting into an unknown taxi and put myself at the sole mercy of one of the creepy drivers in their run down rust bucket cars. I opted to hop on one of the tiny minivan/buses that seem to serve as unofficial public transportation. I hopped on one that already had a passenger, an attractive but not very friendly looking young lady. The driver looked far less creepy than most, and I felt relatively comfortable. The driver seemed to know Tambak.
After dropping off the lady, we drove around and around on curvy back roads for a good ten minutes. I was hopelessly lost. But we eventually ended up on a narrow busy street filled with stores and the street sign said "Tambak", well hot damn! The driver found the cyber café and dropped me off at the front door. I had asked the gal passenger what the price was and she said 5,000. I gave that to the driver and he said nothing.
The café had very slow connection speed, similar to 28.8 modem, but good enough to do email. Cost was 10,000 per hour. When I was done I used the café telephone to call the hotel taxi and waited outside for him to arrive. I took some pictures of the street and people walking by. A teenage boy on a passing ojek reached out with his arm and feigned grabbing for my shoulder bag. I do not think it was a real attempt; he could have grabbed it if he had tried. Seemed more like he was feeling empowered riding around on his ojek, and imagined how cool and easy it would be to grab the bag and run, and stuck his arm out. But beware! Next time he may feel cocky enough to make the grab. I took the warning and stepped well back from the edge of the road into the doorway of the café. The taxi finally arrived, 30 minutes after the call.
Back to my room, shower, change clothes, and ask front desk for a private driver. Got the same guy as previous evening. I told him dua puluh empat, and showed him my note pad with "24km" written on it. No problem and off we went. The trip seemed to last a long time, but was probably only 20 minutes. Down the main road maybe 15 minutes, the driver suddenly turned onto one of the frequent little dirt roads leading who knows where. Over the hill and around the tree and bam, there we were, in a sleepy little run down village.
The place had two main drags, parallel to each other, but one higher than the other. The atmosphere was slightly reminiscent of PP's K11. The buildings were mostly damp, musty concrete. The roads were dirt with plenty of trash strewn along the side. The driver dumped me off in front of house BlokD#2 on the upper road, which seemed to be in the middle of "action". It was 4pm. There were two street vendors, one selling noodle soup, the other fried bananas. A few girls were up and about.
Most houses had a porch with at least one girl visible, I could see more girls were inside sleeping or getting ready for the evening. I walked up to the nearest house, greeted the girl with a smile, and got a half-hearted nod in return. A few more girls came out to see the strange bule. I passed out my jellybeans and pez candies, which were well received but not unknown to these gals. Most smoked cigarettes, looked tough and street smart, were unattractive, no sweet cuties here.
I visited the next few houses and repeated the process. I just stayed on the porches and a few girls came out. Most of the girls were the same as the first place, unattractive and tough looking, but a few were OK and there were a couple of very good looking gals. One in particular approached K11 superstar Bong type quality. Most loved being photographed with my digital camera and looking at the results. Polaroid would probably be better, but more expensive. Most houses had one girl that spoke some basic English, equivalent to a Thai bar girl. "What your name, where you from, how old you, how long you stay, what you hotel".
I went back to the house where I saw the ultra cute Bong gonnabe. Quoted 200,000 long time, 100,000 short time. Seemed cheap for long time but I was not interested in taking one of these gals long time. I countered with 50,000 short time, saying I knew it was the going rate. Agreed. So Ayu took me to her room, nearly identical to a K11 room. She immediately asked for a tip of 50,000, with the promise of bj and "ice cream". I offered 10,000 and she refused. I've never had any luck with the type of girls who try to bargain for more up front. I was sure it would be a waste of money. She might lick it for a second, then either give up or demand more money. So we proceeded straight to intercourse with no warmup. She was the classic dead fish. No doubt her bj would have been equally enthusiastic. Nonetheless, she was extremely cute. I pounded away for twenty minutes or so, decided I got my 50,000 worth and saved my cum for the next gal. I still gave her a 10,000 tip. She took it, but stood in the doorway blocking my exit and demanded 30,000. If she had smiled and acted coy and sexy and all that, I am sucker enough I might have forked it over. But she snooty and belligerent and aggressive, and I actually had to physically push her aside to exit. More on Ayu later. No pics of this gal, too bad. She was extremely cute.
Moved on down the street, one house had a good group of girls on the porch so I went there. I quickly selected the best looking one (still not very pretty), a very Indian looking type gal. She easily agreed to the 50,000 going rate, and did not try to hi jack me for more in the room, but she refused bj completely, and did not even offer to do it for additional fee. We started with a really lousy fuck……what makes a fuck lousy? Uncooperative, not allowing full penetration, squirming, trying to get away, making faces, acting like it's a chore, dead fish, missionary only, no bj, etc. etc. She was lousy. I finally offered a strawberry condom for bj, as regular intercourse was too much trouble and was gonna get me nowhere. To my great surprise she agreed. She sucked a bit, and got me hard, then wanted to fuck, I think in the hopes I would finish. A few minutes later I asked for more bj. Got another condom, but to my great surprise, a few minutes later she removed the condom and to my utter astonishment made me finish in her mouth and she took it like a champ. I have no idea what made her relent, except that perhaps she was scared of the old fat bule at first, but realized I was a soft gentle harmless clean type guy? Anyway, that was a first for me. Got one pic of this gal.
Photo: Batu24 01
I went outside and sat on the concrete fence across the street, next to the vendors, where a lot of the girls were gathered, including the cute Ayu. I sat next to her, and it was like we were old friends! Very chummy, no hard feelings from her for the small tip, no hard feelings from me for her poor service, we chatted a bit, sat next to each other, rubbed up to each other a bit, she was smiling and chatty and in good humor, talking with equal interest to her workmates and to me. Strange!
I left the girls and wandered up the road until the houses seemed to stop. There was at least one girl in front of each house and I heard karaoke coming from one house. Some of the girls I saw were not very pretty….aw hell, if you wanna know the truth they were butt ugly. One house had a steep concrete bridge leading up to it, nearly 45 degrees. The ramp looked slippery, and narrow steps were notched in the side, no railing, cross at your own risk, sewer drain ditch below. I got a picture, but did not dare cross the little bridge.
The sun went down and it was starting to get dark. My research said taxis came by often and were the only way to get back to town/hotel. I had not seen a single taxi in 2.5 hours, and was getting a tad concerned. As darkness settled in I went back to ground zero, the spot where my driver had dropped me off, and the place that seemed most lively, and safest, with the two food vendors and more than a dozen gals hanging out.
Again I sat next to Aiyu. Again she was as friendly as could be. She wanted me to buy noodle soup for her and her buddy. Something like 25 cents each. I hesitated, not wanting to seem an easy mark. She quickly motioned that just one bowl was enough and they would share. I relented, to the delight of both girls. They both acted very appreciative and gave me little kisses on the cheek and snuggled up next to me to slurp their noodles, offering me bites now and then. I got a pic of the guy making soup. Note the newspaper lamp shade.
I waited over an hour for a taxi, frequently asking various girls if/when one would come. They universally assured me a taxi would come along. I spent most of my time hanging around Ayu, who continued to be friendly to me. She eventually got called in, I think a customer came even though I did not see many other guys walking around.
Finally a car drove by and the girls told me it was taxi, taxi. I got in and did not quibble at all at the 40,000 quoted fare, probably twice the going price. I was glad to be on my way out of there. The gal in pic #12 was the second best looking gal, next to Ayu, but she wanted nothing to do with fat bule me.
Photos: Batu24 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15
I guess this K24 place only gets going at night, definitely not a great daytime stop like k11 is. Mostly rough looking gals, but with a few cuties thrown in, looking very out of place. I imagine the locals tend to sit on the porch and drink too much and get drunk and rowdy and finally fuck the poor girls in those dirty little rooms, probably being rough with them as often as not. Remember this was May03, SARS was scary enough, but the US invasion of Iraq was an offense to Muslims everywhere, including those in Indonesia, and I did not want to be around any drunk Muslim men with my milky white skin screaming "American here". We kill your brethren in Iraq then come to your own country to fuck your women…….Naw, I think it best to avoid drunk Muslim Indo men. That being said, the male street food vendors were very polite and nice to me.
The taxi ride back to my hotel was quiet and uneventful. Driver spoke no English. Car was very old and rickety, transmission slipping and engine hesitating, but we made it.
Back in my room, I relished the relative comfort and safety for several minutes, showered, and went out to the lobby to find the hotel driver, Johnny, who was becoming my "personal" driver. We went out looking for my over night companion. He took me to several places. Some were just back door type joints with no signs. All had very poor selection. One girl was about 4'10", easily 150lbs, garish makeup, looked to be about 13 years old, and was viciously sucking on a cigarette trying to look as tough as possible. I kept asking the driver to take me to places listed in my notes. He would nod, and take me to some place, but the names and locations never matched my notes. I thought there was supposed to be a few areas with lots of booking places. But the driver was taking me to very small, often unmarked places. I got the impression the driver was only taking me to places he knew, where he would get a commission or something. He clearly knew the mamas and even some of the girls in some of the places. The situation was getting pretty hopeless, there were so few decent looking girls, and the decent looking ones were flat out refusing to go with bule. We finally went to Rizkijaya. At least that was the sign in the window. Found a very slim gal, L. Not real cute, too much white pancake makeup, gummy smile, but she was pleasant, willing, and very fine slim body. Booking fee was about 200,000.
I was so tired that we had no sex, just went to sleep. I think the hour+ wait at KM24 for a taxi that might not ever come combined with frustration that Johnny would not take me to any place in my notes, was very stressful to me and I just wanted to sleep as soon as we were back in the safety and comfort of my room. She slept next to me, but wriggled around a lot. She had an absolutely flat hard tummy that was a major turn on. I woke at 2:30 with my hand rubbing that washboard and we proceeded to a really excellent fuck, far better than I would have imagined, with her on top. No bj, despite my weak request for one. Awake again at 7am and at my request she gave me a decent hj, but absolutely no bj. She spoke zero English, but acted pretty classy. No cigs, took care of her body, into cleanliness and neatness, applied make up skillfully if without much taste. I gave her a small tip and she left.
Photos: Slim L 16 17 18
5-15: Breakfast was again fried noodles and fried rice and cold fried eggs. Got the hotel shuttle to town, this time to change money and buy a hat. Arrived at the Bentari mall, and damn, the banks are closed due to some holiday! So I walked down the street hoping to find an open money changer. The first guy studied my US$100 bill for a long time, then offered 8250 instead of his advertised 8300, noting something about a bad date (1996 maybe?). I walked out and found another money changer two doors down. He glanced at my bill and without a second look gave me 8320!
I went to a hat vendor. Motioned to the hat I wanted and he said 25,000. I offered 10,000, he refused, and did not make a counter offer, stood fast at 25,000. I thought we were supposed to barter? I offered 15,000, again he would not budge off his 25,000, and seemed indignant and completely unwilling to barter. Ok fine, what the hell, I strolled off. He ran after me and said 15,000 was OK. I bought the hat.
A skinny mousey Indo man started to tag along, chatting me up, offering to be my guide. He spoke very good English and clearly wanted to speak English with me. But he also kept offering to do things, carry my bag, be my guide, show me the temples, buy my ferry ticket, show me a restaurant. I refused all of his offers, but he was unshakable and indefatigable. He would not leave me alone. He followed me all up and down the street, a good twenty minutes. I went back to Bentari mall and he followed me there. I went into the grocery store and bought some snacks and drinks, and he was again waiting for me as I exited. I went into a restaurant and had a simple bowl of chicken soto, soup with rice noodles, and got a picture of two high school girls having a snack.
I had the restaurant lady call the hotel taxi for me. When it came I "thanked" the creepy guy for helping me and was relieved to be getting away from him. I asked the driver to stop at Apotek, or pharmacy, to pick up some antibiotics. I still had that slightly bloated feeling, too tired too often, no appetite, and decided it was time to take some antibiotics. Got Flagyl and Cipro.
Back at the hotel lobby I saw a table of four, old, very dark skinned men sitting at a table with 4 very young girls, clearly working girls. One was stunning, but looked pouty and high maintenance. I knew good looking girls were available, but my damn driver was just not taking me to those places!
I showered and changed and asked the front desk for a driver. Johnny was not available, probably a good thing. I told the driver to take me to Batu15, the second brothel village on Bintan.
I should comment that Rainbow Hotel has a free shuttle to town and back. If you want to go other places you have to pay the driver, about 25,000 or so an hour.
KM15 was similar to K24, except smaller, more ramshackle, quieter, with more guys sitting on the porch with the girls, mostly playing cards. The girls I saw from the car were mostly older and even less attractive. I got out and one fairly pretty gal tried to drag me into her house, but I was not interested. We stayed just five minutes, I had seen enough to satisfy my curiosity.
On the way out to the main road, I saw a house down the slope on the left, with some gals out front, and no creepy men playing cards. I got out and played my pez games with the gals. The girls were highly amused, had never seen the pez dispensers before, and giggled and laughed and playfully fought over the candies. They were not very good looking, but it was fun watching them laughing and having fun. Definitely a notch lower than Batu 24.
Photo: Batu15 19
Then we went off in search of my booking for the night. I had high hopes this new driver would take me to different places, places where the good looking girls were. I knew they existed, cause every morning I'd see all the Sing and Malay guys with stunning slim girls hanging around the breakfast area and lobby. But no, damn, he took me to all the same lousy places Johnny had taken me. Maybe that's all there is? Maybe those are the only places the drivers know about? Or maybe the hotel gets a commission? I have no idea, but it was my last night in Bintan and while I had a good time and saw most of the stuff I wanted to, I sort of felt cheated thinking the drivers were not taking me to ALL the places, only a selected few. If I ever go to Bintan again, and that's not unlikely, it's far more pleasant than Batam, I would try to hook up with an experienced Bintan player to see what I did not see this time.
Ended up at the place where I booked the girl two nights ago. There was one cute young gal who was very playful, but refused to go with me. She had wanted my hat two nights ago, so this night I gave it to her and she acted thrilled to death, but still would not go with me. Thankfully I did not see the girl of two nights ago. I selected a slim, almost pretty gal, Sari. She sort of agreed to ice cream (cum in mouth), but it was more a non-negative than full agreement.
Back at the room, things went immediately bad. She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, ignored me, then started grabbing at everything that was not tied down, snacks, water, camera, my meds. I finally got her on the bed, and struggled to get her clothes off. I put her hand on my dick but after two seconds she pulled it away. No bj, forget about ice cream. She just laid there, dead fish style. Screw this! I told her to get dressed and that I was sending her back. Finally I had her attention. She definitely did NOT want to go back. Said mama would beat her, blah blah blah. It was the first time I ever took a girl back, but I was not going to put up with her. I marched her back to the driver, had to pay him his fee again, and went back to her place. Told mama the situation. Sari cried, was really upset, and hid in the back. I told mama san to suggest a girl who would treat me right. Of course she picked the ugly chubby older gal. OK, that's fine, let's go.
Back at the room, the gal was very agreeable, had a nice laugh, and tried hard to please (and to avoid conflict, I got the feeling she thought I could be a trouble maker!!).
I wanted to eat dinner, and suggested going to pujasera7, an outdoor restaurant that looked popular. She declined and just wanted to stay in the room. I understood, she did not want to be seen in public with bule. Too many people staring, it's just too uncomfortable. So we had room service, and she was very happy with that. I realized that except for lunch that noon at Betari mall, I had eaten every meal at the Rainbow restaurant. Which was OK. Breakfast was only fair, but the menu was large and the made-to-order food was generally pretty good, lots of Chinese dishes available.
Despite her willing attitude, the new girl was just not very good at sex. Screwing was lousy, so switched to hand job, which was equally lousy until I told her to slow down, take her time. I finished up and we slept.
At 7:30am she was clearly ready and willing to do her morning duties, but I was not interested. I tipped her and sent her on her way.
Photos: Replacement Girl 20 21
Then had my first regular BM in 3 days and the gurgling in the belly was gone, the flagyl had done the trick. Shudda taken it 3 days ago.