Still trying to figure out what had happened the night before with ‘Jenny’ to turn her from a potential ‘darling’ into a hostile adversary, I headed down for an early breakfast to meet up with USB and eventually Blazers. I don’t think I was imagining things, but the food on the weekends at Island View seemed WEAK to me, and the place was a whole lot more crowded with families -- and what seemed an AWFUL LOT like ‘extended’ families, taking advantage of the lax accounting over the ‘free’ buffet – consuming the buffet offerings faster than the kitchen could keep up in replenishing them.

After a leisurely breakfast there at our hotel, I found out MongerX was up rather early and heading down to breakfast at the Harmoni, and so USB and I headed over to meet up with him there to hear the blow by blow about his previous night’s adventure. It’s been said many times, but having amigos around during mongering trips makes the experience a lot more enjoyable, and things like shooting the shit over a leisurely breakfast the morning after a night out is actually one of the things I truly look forward to on trips and something that is severely lacking on the days I end up on my own in any given location.

Mx’s room at the Harmoni was nice sized and the view from his room on one of the upper floors was pretty cool. Not sure how much he paid, but I’m sure it was at least double the cost of Island View, which in MY world made it too expensive, though obviously others’ mileage may vary in that regard.

The plan for the morning was to carpet bomb as many booking places as possible to cherry pick the talent early on and try and see the maximum number of girls available before the weekend warriors descended en masse and picked the places clean. Mx was quite animated in his praise of a couple of places I hadn’t been to before, and I was looking forward to heading out to see them, as I had only been to one new place in the three nights in Batam so far.

But as Mx was just finishing getting ready and we were about to head out, I got a call from Britanic girl saying she had a few hours available if I wanted to see her! COOL! I was damned happy to hear from her, and getting another chance at boning her before heading back to Thailand the next day seemed almost TOO good to be true, as I had been certain that she would be unavailable the entire rest of my stay with her regular customers from Singapore. Hey, maybe tipping generously DOES have its’ rewards???

I pinned her down on a time (15 minutes at my hotel), and then headed back the 4 or so blocks to the hotel where, I didn’t see her waiting in the lobby. I ran into Woodway heading toward the restaurant and tried to give him the numbers for both USB and Mx so he could call them and figure out where they were at that point and meet up with them. This took a few minutes, and still no sign of Britanic girl. With Woodway heading out, I decided to head up to my room and wait for a call there.

Of course once I got out of the elevator, Britanic girl was sitting in front of my door with one of the maintenance (or maybe security???) staff hanging around as well. I was DAMNED happy to see her, and quickly led her inside the room, shutting the door in the face of the grinning hotel employee while his hand was just reaching maximum extension in my direction! I’m sorry, but as happy as I was to see Ms. Big Thingies, allowing a girl up to wait on my doorstep was NOT something that made me too happy about security, and it wasn’t the first time something like that had happened to me while staying there (including the very day before, come to think about it now, when some dude had delivered Jenny right to my door with no phone call from the desk downstairs).

But those thoughts were quickly erased by my DREAMGIRL being damned happy to see me. I quickly threw her on the bed and we made out for a good 10 minutes before ever even starting to remove any clothes. What followed after that was a solid hour of making LOVE, and things with her were exactly as I remembered them to be from the time before – easily one of the best short times of my life, and an incredible GFE the whole way.

But of course I wasn’t able to relax and enjoy things with her after sex like the last time, as she reminded me that she was booked for the evening, and was supposedly only taking a break to ‘change clothes’. I still really appreciated her effort in trying to come back and see me, though, as I think she was well aware that this was my last night in town before heading home. I was again in the mood to reward her handsomely for her efforts, when I suddenly remembered that I didn’t have hardly any Rupiah on me! Oops!

I asked a few quick questions as to where she was going (the client was also at the Harmoni like Mx had been) and if she was hungry (yes), and explained to her that I needed to go to a bank and that it’d be great if she could come with me. As I needed to settle up with the hotel the next day as well, I actually needed to hit an exchange place, and figured that since one of those as well as McDonald’s were on the way to Harmoni, it would only be a short walk and we would be all set all the way around.

I don’t think my short time honey was very used to walking around in Batam (she certainly didn’t have great shoes for it), but didn’t object as we headed down past the pool and out the back gate and past Planet Disco to head the few blocks over to the money changer and then McDonald’s/Harmoni. Money changing fortunately went smoothly, and I was surprised a little later when she actually ate with me at McDonald’s after not eating anything a couple days prior when I had taken her to Lucy’s for lunch at about that time.

Still with a little time to kill before she was due at Harmoni, I asked her to accompany me to an internet place a couple blocks away. I was completely floored, however, when apparently she had never heard of the internet before, much less ever used a computer! Trying to get her to move a mouse was like pulling teeth – I think she thought she was going to break something! I ended up showing her how email worked, and set up a yahoo account for her, entering the username and password into her phone so she might remember some day.

I’m STILL wondering what the HECK conditions in Indonesia must be like to have a popular girl like that completely oblivious to such a thing as a computer. Hell, in the Philippines there are internet cafes on every block in Angeles City, and even in the backwater provinces, Filipinas are chatting away with white guys trying to land a foreign money ko. When a country’s looking UP at the Philippines, that’s really saying something!

I gave her 210K for the couple hours we were together, the last bit so she could take an ojek back the couple of blocks to the Harmoni, but she said it was OK, she remembered the way and wanted to walk. I guess she didn’t mind walking after all!

Me, I was still a little bummed that she was taking off and that I might never see her again, but was feeling pretty satiated in the sex department so there was absolutely NO pressure to find a date that afternoon.

I headed for PP Bananas on top of Lucy’s Oarhouse, Batam’s only go go (a VERY dumbed down one, though, compared to, say, Thai counterparts) seeking entertainment (and BOOZE!) while sending out texts to figure out what everyone else was doing. MongerX was eerily silent on the text front all afternoon, and I’d find out later that it was due to some drama over a leak in one of the online communities. Well, and some romping with his big titted date that he brought to dinner that night!

PP Bananas was pretty damned dead that afternoon (Evan needs to recruit some new dancers!), and after a couple of drinks got even deader as all the girls headed out back to have lunch. When I got a text back from Blazers that he was in the area and looking for something to do, we agreed to meet at nearby Rio Rita’s, which unfortunately appeared to be just getting going and with only a handful of girls in the place, all looking rather uninterested in entertaining us while we had a couple of quick beers.

As luck would have it, the booking joint afternoon dinner break was also looming, so we ended up heading to the mall a few blocks away and passing a couple hours there shopping for stuff like DVD’s, which seemed insANELY cheap to me, about $1.50 each movie when buying in bulk. I went a little crazy with the shopping, and ended up buying more than 30 movies for ~ 40 bucks (with about 85% of them working on my home DVD player).

When we finished shopping, it was raining pretty good and we headed back to the hotel to possibly take a nap before dinner. I know I certainly could have used the sleep. But I was excited over the DVD’s I’d just bought and called USB next door to see if he was up for testing a few on his laptop.

It turned out that neither USB nor Woodway had booked anyone yet that afternoon, and I took it as a bit of a challenge to try and get them hooked up before we headed to dinner that night, though neither seemed to be in any great hurry to do so. In fact, when we headed back to the mall area and the booking places there, Woodway was more interested in shopping for DVD’s than in heading into more booking places, especially with the rain picking up again.

USB still couldn’t get over the almost HOSTILE looks given off by the girls in the fishbowl at Queens across the street from the mall, and we soon were back at the mall waiting on Woodway to finish shopping so we could head to dinner. But the guys talked me into one more look into a booking place, and we headed into the Formosa Hotel located between the two malls and up to the top floor where there were still double digit girls waiting in their fishbowl, several of which were actually pretty decent looking.

The Formosa place had a system that a lot of guys in AC would really like to adopt: The girls wore numbered tags so they could be identified, and girls wearing red tags were on the rag, and thus were likely not bookable. Woodway was drooling over a couple of the girls there, but lamented that both had red tags.

I kind of liked the look of a MILF looking older chick with a pretty face and actually asked a helpful-seeming mamasan to bring her out so I could talk to her. She passed the first few interview questions OK, but when I asked her about going to the disco she said ‘no, don’t like’, which seemed very weird to me, as every Batam girl I’d ever talked to before seemed to LIVE to go to the disco. Under normal circumstances I would have never even brought it up or cared if she liked the disco or not, but as it was my last night in town and I was pretty sure that the group would head there at some point, her answer re: the disco was a dealbreaker and a quick poll of the other guys that they wouldn’t be partaking either had us heading out to meet the rest of the crew for dinner.

I was quite anxious about dinner plans, as the rain was still coming down, putting a severe damper on the dining ‘al fresco’ concept. But a couple quick texts revealed that the guys were at Oki pujasera, not A-1 (that’s just down the same street), and Oki fortunately had a roof. Problem solved, and we set off to find a cab that wouldn’t gouge us to go the couple of blocks to the pujasera.

On the way out of the mall, however, I caught sight of a chick that was straining the fabric of her t-shirt with what appeared to be very large, hanging C+ cups. She caught me looking and flashed me a smile as she passed with her friend, and I almost SPRINTED to catch up to them and ask her name. She spoke a few words of English and was very friendly, but I was really looking forward to dinner with ‘the guys’, and ditching her friend looked like it was going to be awkward and I didn’t want an entourage that night. I did get her name and we exchanged numbers, and agreed that maybe we’d meet up at the disco later. A couple of texts exchanged while at dinner kept that idea simmering on the back burner, but time had my memory fading over what the chick looked like as all I remembered was her TITS!

When we got to Oki we were the last to arrive, and others (MongerX, Don Marco, Blazers and Crazier) were already being served food. Didn’t take us long to order some more and join the feast.

The memorable thing about that evening was my fascination with MongerX’s girls’ tits. They were HUGE, and she wore a low cut dress that had them popping out all over the place. I KNOW it’s not polite to stare, and all, and especially at your friend’s date, but my GAWD I wanted to bury my face in that valley and just suck sweater meat until hell froze over! Fortunately Mx seemed amused by it all rather than pissed, and his girl would actually preen for me every once in awhile, making me want her even more. Maybe Britanic girl’s phone call preventing me from doing the fishbowl crawl that morning hadn’t been a good thing after all!

There was a bit of a lull again after dinner as to what to do before heading to the disco. A nap at the hotel seemed like a good idea, and I resolved to meet up with the others there if I woke up in time.

I couldn’t have slept too awfully long, and USB was up for a trip to Pacific when I called him (Woodway wasn’t, as I believe he had a Planet girl back for seconds), so we headed off on ojeks, paid the 20K entrance fee which got us drink chits, and set about trying to find the CH crew inside a huge, crowded, PITCH BLACK disco. I was pretty sure we weren’t going to find them in the dark with all those people there, and my texts were all ignored as the guys were rather occupied with the girls there. It actually didn’t take but ¾ of a lap around the place, though, and the key to finding a group of bules in Pacific is to always be looking UP, as Mx and DM really did tower over the crowd!

Mx and DM appeared to be enjoying some wild rides. MX’s big titted girl was obviously tripping wildly and looked like the energizer bunny gyrating to the incessant ‘boom’ from the sound system. And DM’s quiet girl that he had sitting silently by his side at dinner had become much more animated and actually smiled a couple times. Plus DM also had a disco girl he had booked a couple nights earlier taking turns with her at rubbing her ass on the sweet spot.

Unspongebob quickly got set upon by an older, heavier chick, and whatever line she used on him apparently worked like a charm, as they were headed for the exit within 5 minutes after we met up with the other guys!

Meanwhile, I was still trying to fully wake up! DM tried to liven me up with a beer or two, but I was coming down with a cough and didn’t want to add alcohol to the creeping crud equation. Not even Mx’s date rubbing her massive tits all over my groin could get me energized, though that WAS pretty damned cool!

Adding to my distraction from what was going on right in front of me at Pacific was a flurry of texts from the girl that I had met at the mall earlier that evening, who said that she was heading to Pacific and wanted to know where I was. I sent her my general location and kept on the lookout for familiar looking TITS for the better part of the next hour, but frustratingly she never appeared.

After Mx and DM took off with their girls back to the hotel (Mx’s girl almost kicking and screaming because she didn’t want to leave the disco), it became rather obvious that my text girl wasn’t going to save my night. I started looking around at other options, and the girl that had been dancing for DM started dancing for ME, but Mx’s girl had RUINED ME for the evening in Pacific and I was on all-out hooter alert, and only D-cups would do. This WAS Indonesia, after all, the big fleshy boobed capital of SE Asia!

But I couldn’t for the LIFE OF ME find any HUGE tits in that damned place, and after making half a dozen laps I was getting a little frustrated about it. About 4 AM I decided to cut my losses and head back to Planet disco next to the hotel and see if there were any pickings available there.

Now the ONLY way that Planet compares to Pacific is that they both play the same music and they are both in Batam – Pacific is like Planet to the Nth power. On steroids. But one advantage that Planet has is that it’s a lot easier to see most of the girls from a single vantage point, where at Pacific there are simply waves of them, making it difficult to focus on any one at a time. Yeah, there are a lot less girls there, but there are a lot less PEOPLE in general too, and I’ve had some luck there before finding a girl late at night when it just wasn’t happening for me at Pacific.

This time things didn’t start well as I thought some guy might come over and kick my ass for staring too hard at his rent a date (that I had first noticed sitting alone with two other chicks). My bad! But the second target was a rather plainly dressed chick standing near the bar that looked to have a pretty tight body.

I approached her and got a smile but ended up talking to her chubby friend that spoke excellent English. A coke for the girls got my target girl dancing around the general vicinity of my groin, with the opportunity for my hands to roam all over her body – stuff that would have gotten me beaten and JAILED in a U.S. strip club!

About 10 minutes of the dirty dancing was about all I could take, and I mentioned booking the girl (19, I was told, supposedly worked as a cook at A-1, of all places!) , who then turned negotiations over to her English speaking friend. The first quote was ridiculously high, 400K, and I just laughed and said ‘for short time?’. They saved a bit of face and said no, that was for all night. I then took over and said that I usually paid 150K for ST at Planet, but for HER I was willing to go 200, but only IF ‘ice cream’ (BJ) was on the menu. The two girls talked it over a bit and wanted to know where my hotel was and how long I had in mind. I guess the chubbette was worried she might have to go home alone! But soon my offer was accepted and we walked up the back steps of Island View and headed for my room.

The girl was all smiles and giggles, obviously no hard feelings over overt negotiations, and we were quickly making out once we got inside the elevator door. Trading showers interrupted things once we got to the room, but it didn’t take too long to pick back up. Maybe she figured that kissing would distract me so she wouldn’t have to suck dick, but eventually I just pushed her head down a little, and she got the idea!

She gave a competent blow job, but the real treat was the boom2, and my young friend was tight to the point where getting it in took a little effort. And MAN did she ever squirm when the bule meat started expanding her insides! But she got SOAKING wet and pretty soon was thrashing around and screaming like she was on fire or something. And then she got on top… For all the fun that girl was apparently having with my dick, it seemed very odd at the end of it all that I was paying HER!

But pay I did, and she was on her way after a couple reluctant pics. She asked for my number and I gave it to her, but she didn’t have a phone and I was leaving in a few hours, so there didn’t seem much point in it.

With no time for sleep as it was after 6 AM and I needed to eat, check out and head for the ferry terminal to head for our flight to BKK, I was left to shower, dress and pack quickly, as the other guys were already finishing up breakfast. The only thought going through my head at the time, though, was that I was going to miss Batam.

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Entertaining read as usual. Hint, when trying to rendezvous with a girl at Pacific, tell her to meet in the lobby. It is well lit and you can even exchange a few words before re-entering the wall of sound.

Big Boobed girl was totally awesome before she got high on X. She had been on my to do list for a couple of weeks after Socrates and I saw her the first time strutting around the street in front of Dinasty Karaoke behind the Goodway hotel. Funny for a girl with a gut she sure had a great sexy walk and carried herself real well. I must say I had vefry high hopes for the evening after a superb pre-dinner round of BOOM2 and even after a few clothed and bra shots she was bringing up the idea of nude shots and a video later. But it was not meant to be as she got to whacked out and unmanageable. However, the potential was so good I will probable give her a second chance as some point. Too bad she doesn't have a HP to set things up in advance.

One of the good things about Indonesia is that it is way behind on the internet thing. That is why YOU ALL GET SO MANY INDO PICS ON CH. Frankly, I know you have a great time with girl and want to continue to communicate when you are back home, but trying to get these girls online could lead to biting the hand that feeds you. You found out about your dream girl because I can post pics here with a relatively low chance of it coming back to bite me in the ass. Hell already it has bitten me in the ass because of a much more delibrate and spiteful act of a boardmember directly showing girls in Batam stuff here. In response I have already had to cut waaaaaay back on the pics I can share. Think about your brothers over here who are doing the leg work and gathering the intel that you get to free ride on. Send her an SMS next time, she will get it and understands how to use that.

Now I am sure you have no intent at all for Dream girl to find all about CH and there only a very small chance she will actually use her e-mail account, but it only takes one "success" to lead to a severe cutting back on the info and intel getting reported and shared. That means less big titty leads for you and all.

Remember keep your eyes on the prize!


(Message edited by mongerx on May 24, 2005)

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Mx, believe me, I wasn't showing her naked pics or anything, and I didn't know before we got to the 'net cafe that she was so retarded about computers -- I figured it was just like Thailand or AC in that everybody had an email address. Honestly it was very shocking. Getting her an email address was a brainfart, and in hindsight I should've just shown her the door when I saw she never used a mouse before, but I indeed figured it'd be cool to email her from far away if she ever figured out how to use a computer.

I agree that we're all lucky Batam is as backward about computers and the internet as it is. Re: posting pix here (or on other boards) in unsecured areas (or possibly even in the secured area), unfortunately I'd recommend only doing it if prepared to take some flack if you get found out.

Thanks for the 'OGB' pics!

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holy moly Porker! Now dats some juggs

"Momma she say roly poly - Poppa he say holy moly -everybody do the Choco-latte !! "

Ah memories. Could be Epi's anthem for fat 3 holers !!

Haha KM, I think somebody is starting to get excited about his upcoming trip!

Porker

WOW - those tits are as big as the moles on most of the Filipinas dancing in the gogos!!

KM

I've been in need of a good theme song...

E

Damn Porker I love those F....ing Hangers. Now I see why your camera battery is always low!

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