Things certainly hadn’t been all smooth sailing for me in Batam, but on the morning of my last day in town before heading back to Singapore before my expected whirlwind Singapore/Bangkok/Manila trip began I was happy that I was leaving on a string of high notes. My last two bookings had been inSANELY good, and I can’t really even describe in words how attracted I was to the girls I was lucky enough to spend time with. While I was indeed excited to be on the verge of returning to the Philippines, my ALL-TIME favorite place, I knew I was unlikely to find girls that turned me on as much there.
After an early breakfast and while packing and preparing to check out of my room at Island View (I’d be stashing my stuff in Epi and Mx’s apartment downstairs until it was time to head for the ferry early that evening), I got a bit of a surprise when my doorbell rang. Figuring it was housekeeping checking on when I was leaving, I opened the door to find Epi’s two dates from the night before! HELLO!
But unfortunately the little dark-skinned one was looking for Bafana and had been sent to MY room by mistake. OOPS! After reading some of Crazier’s adventures, I guess in hindsight I should have told them to come inside and ‘work me’ for the information as to Bafana’s whereabouts, but as my pervert’s mind was pretty numb at the time thinking about packing and all of my impending travel, I dumbly just blurted out Bafana’s room number and they quickly retreated. My batting average with Batam girls showing up unexpected in my room was pretty damned low!
Needing to get a rather hefty amount of cash to pay my hotel bill for the past several days, I figured I needed to both hit the ATM as well as exchange a U.S. C-note, as the ATM would only give me 1.25 million rupiah in a transaction. And that was actually a generous helping of rupiah from an ATM as some had a limit as low as 600K per transaction. I never tried multiple transactions on the same day, though.
As I was on foot and didn’t feel like walking in the heat all the way to Lucky Plaza to use the money changers there, I tried one between Island View and McDonald’s. I asked the rate for USD, and was told something like 8400-1. This seemed pretty low, and I said so, then tried a trick Mx had suggested and asked ‘how much for a $100 bill?’ Miraculously the amount shot up to 8700-1, but the transaction wasn’t nearly as simple as hand the guy my USD and then get handed back my rupiah. No, THAT would be WAAAAAY too easy!
Apparently due to security reasons, the cashier had to CALL SOMEONE to come pick up my C-note, take it to some OTHER location, then approve the transaction. I got a little nervous about a ripoff after waiting more than 10 minutes for something to happen after the guy left with my money while I was told to have a seat in the lobby. But eventually the phone rang and the cashier called me over and gave me my 870K.
I settled up at the hotel (got overcharged for some mini-bar items that I reminded them that I had immediately had removed from the room upon check-in. They confirmed my statement, then corrected the bill), stashed my stuff in the apartment, and eventually we all headed out for lunch at Lucy’s. The food at Lucy’s was decent, but IMO a little overpriced.
At that point in the afternoon I knew I had a choice to make re: going to see my big titted honey at Hotel Pelita as promised or having a nice mellow afternoon and letting my dick rest for a day before heading to the Philippines the next day. And I had pretty much decided to just blow her off and do the latter when my cellphone started furiously beeping with texts and calls from her. I laughed a little bit thinking she might be in the bathroom at work hiding from potential clients like I think she did with me on my first visit there, but the attention from her was very flattering. With a little coaxing from the guys I decided to jump in a taxi solo and go and at least say goodbye to her.
And Ms. Big Tits was indeed glad to see me when I showed up. Still concerned about my overworked dick, I decided to just buy her a drink and have her sing some songs before kissing off both her and Batam and heading for Singapore. But Big Titty Girl was having NONE of that and kept whining about wanting to go to the room with me before I left.
After several beers sent over to me by a friendly Singapore Chinese guy I decided to say ‘what the hell’ and take BTG for one last short time fling, and she got VERY happy that I caved in. It’s a tough job satisfying those sexy Indonesian babes whining about how much they want your cock, but SOMEBODY’S GOTTA DO IT!!!
And in the onsite short-time room where we’d begun our relationship a few days earlier, BTG REALLY took care of me yet again. With my dick still on LIFE SUPPORT (but kept stout by my trusty little blue pill), I was in no hurry to squirt, and the extended pounding apparently made BTG a very, very happy girl. And as with the short time I’d had before with her, she wanted to KEEP screwing after I came, but this time I said, uh, NO, and she only pouted a little bit before heading with me to the shower to clean me up and then help me get dressed.
I had heard stories about Asian girls that would literally do ANYTHING to please their man before I took my first trip there, but it always blew me away when I would actually run into one that would apparently do ANYTHING for me. And BTG was one of them. A winner all the way for me, as her body was MOUTH-WATERINGLY DELICIOUS to me and she was a holy terror in bed. I gave her a generous donation as I left, and I was glad that there were no tears on EITHER of our parts. I know I was CLOSE! I was really, REALLY crazy for that girl.
But despite all of the fantastic sex in Batam and some rather extreme GFE, there was SO much lacking in the communication department with girls that spoke ZIPPO English, I think it would have been easy to get bored with them if I spent any extended length of time alone with them. I’m not saying that I was often mentally stimulated by Thai or Filipina girls either, but at least they could form 2 word sentences and understand when I used 2 word sentences. With many of the girls I ended up with in Indonesia, the only entertainment POSSIBLE with them was kissing and sex. Well, or letting them sing to me in Indonesian…
I returned to the apartment to find that there had been some drama regarding Mx’s fave inviting several of her friends over to ‘hang out’, including several MALE friends. Always a really mellow dude, Mx apparently went balLISTIC when he found out about that and appeared to be on the verge of giving the fave her walking papers. I was kind of glad to be avoiding that storm, and said some quick goodbyes, grabbed my stuff, got some last minute ferry instructions (I’d never have thought to have $3 US to pay some sort of exit/terminal fee), and then headed off in a taxi to catch the ferry back to Singapore.
Even though I was solo and clueless, my return to Singapore was extremely uneventful and painless, and soon enough I found myself at the mall at the ferry terminal with plenty of time before my flight. After a leisurely dinner at McDonald’s, I ended up having to wait more than 20 minutes in a line for a taxi to take me to the airport. I was kind of glad I wasn’t in any sort of hurry, but there was NO traffic on a Saturday night, so the trip was very smooth.
I checked in quite early for my midnight departure on Air Asia and then fretted quite a bit about what I’d end up doing for a hotel if, as expected, the hotels in the Nana area were booked solid. Epi had actually had some interesting ideas about that, suggesting that since I was arriving so late that a nap in a short time room and then a 2 hour Thai massage would be both cost effective and an interesting way to kill my ~8 hours before having to head for the airport the next day for my trip to the Philippines. If I hadn’t had bags with me I might have tried it, but since I DID and only wanted a REST, I was hoping for the best as far as getting a decent overnight room at an affordable price.
The Air Asia flight to BKK went perfectly smoothly and I slept most of the way. I know Epi didn’t like his Air Asia experience, but I thought it was a terrific value and hope to hell that their low-cost business model thrives throughout Asia. It’s REALLY fuckin’ cool to fly RT from BKK-SIN for less than 100 bucks with all taxes and fees included. I could not possibly care less if they don’t serve food or drinks – it’s only a couple hours on the plane anyway.
As I still had some baht from my last trip and no plans to even LOOK for a girl that night, I just headed straight for a taxi and told them to take me to Dynasty Inn on Soi 4. Upon arrival, as expected, I was told that my room request had been canceled because I was late arriving. They had used the deposit I’d left on a room for the night I was originally supposed to have arrived before I had extended my stay in Batam. I was a LITTLE upset at this, but had pretty much expected it all along. At least they had held my suitcase for me while I was in Batam, and I reclaimed it and asked the desk staff if they could help me find a room nearby.
About the only thing the Dynasty staff could find available was the Hotel Rajah, located a little further down Soi 4 directly behind the 7-11 and Tequila Pub. They said the price would be 800 baht, which seemed like a perfectly acceptable price to me for something 50 yards away with luggage to haul at 2:30 AM on a still somewhat steamy Bangkok evening. I’d have put up with some REALLY shabby conditions, and once I got a look at my room at the Rajah, I was STILL tempted to say FUCK IT and walk out. The place was a FUCKING DUMP! I hadn’t seen a room that run down since I was stranded on I-10 in the middle of nowhere in New Mexico late one night several years back while falling asleep at the wheel and desperate for ANYPLACE to crash for a few hours and ended up at a place that made the Bates Motel look luxurious!
Hotel Rajah reminded me of inner city flophouse hotels in the U.S. that get boarded up and abandoned until gentrification mercifully sets in. EVERYTHING was dingy – furniture, carpet, bedpsreads, linen, antique TV with NO reception, etc. But I was tired and would be checking out early and I didn’t want to carry my luggage around and stumble around in the middle of the night looking for an alternative. So I dropped my stuff off and went back downstairs to pay and dump my stuff in the lobby safe.
After sleeping on the plane for a bit, it wasn’t easy to get to sleep again, and I ended up heading out for an hour or so to the internet place across the street to catch up on some email and news. When I was able to get to sleep, as is often the case when I’m traveling the next day, I couldn’t sleep restfully as I was nervous that I’d oversleep and miss my plane the next day, despite the fact that it was leaving after noon! I set my watch alarm and left the curtains open just in case, but a worried brain isn’t easy to calm. Well, while sober, anyway!
As I laid there trying to sleep it did seem like a pretty lame evening to end up sleeping alone in Asia, but the early closings in Bangkok did me no favors, and I’d have been embarrassed to bring a girl back to my dumpy room anyway. And as my cock needed a serious timeout to rest up for the next leg of my trip in the Philippines, I figured that there was no shame in waiting 18 hours to pick where I’d left off in the sexual excess department.