Prelude

I had been wanting to visit Indonesia for quite some time. When I decided to take a long trip through Asia, I penciled in a large chunk of time to explore the delights of the Indonesian archipelago, ranging from the mongering opportunities in Jakarta and Surabaya on the island of Java, to the “fossil hunting” (sightseeing) opportunities in Yogyakarta, and on the island of Bali next door.

To prep for the trip, I read everything Monger X wrote about Jakarta, plus a few other contributions from other reporters. I was planning on a solo visit, as MX said in October that he wouldn’t be in Jakarta when I was going. For Surabaya, thanks go to Crazier for providing directions on how to get to Dolly, and to Bendejo who inboxed me with some 411 on the place. What follows are some of my adventures in a very interesting country.

Getting there

About a week prior to my arrival, MX inboxed me to let me know that he was going to be in Jakarta at the same time after all. This was great news to me, as it meant I got to learn at the knee of the master. I flew into Jakarta on ValuAir from Singapore. As I have written in the Asian Airlines thread in discus, ValuAir is a great airline, so I won’t rehash its glories here. After purchasing a 30 day visa for $25 US and getting through immigration, I hit an ATM and then the Kaha travel reservations desk. I secured a room at the Sparks for 3 nights (the length of my planned stay in Jakarta), then found the Silverbird taxi stand. Including the surcharges, the taxi ride to Sparks was 123,000 rupiah, or about $12-13 US.

Hotel Travel

After checking in and getting settled, I figured it was too late to call MX or Don Marco, who I just found out that day was also in Jakarta (it was probably around 11 pm or so). But I knew from reports that Hotel Travel with its brothel/massage parlor was close by, so off I went to break my Jakarta cherry. It was about a ten minute walk down Manga Besar, then a right onto Manga Besar 8. I went to the second floor, but found out from the staff that the setup had changed, and that I needed to go downstairs to the disco, as all the available girls were sitting there.

One of the staff led me down and took me to the mamasan, who then took me to the corner of the disco where the “masseuses” were waiting. The mamasan said the price was 215k for one hour. I wavered between two out of a total of about 20 girls. I finally chose a tall, slinky girl by the name of Ria, who was 19 and from a kampong somewhere close to Surabaya. The room was in good shape, and had two major plusses: a glassed in shower and huge mirrors on the ceiling and wall.

The session was great. Although she had me wear 37 condoms (as IamSancho likes to say), she was enthusiastic and we were all over the sheets. I even did her standing up from behind over at the vanity desk. I pulled out at the end and blew on her titties. The only downside was that she gave me stinkface over the 50k tip I gave her, which MX said was standard. Since it was my first undertaking in the country, I thought maybe rates had gone up here. So I gave her another 30k (later MX told me that 50k was still standard and that I should have hauled her ass to the mamasan to complain – ok, learning curve).

That aside, for this trip the sex beat everything I had in AC or in Macau, and would have rated in my top ten or so sessions in Thailand. I never got a chance to return to Hotel Travel, but I definitely would like to again.

One Helluva Day

I am getting a warm glow just sitting here and reminiscing about the day I am about to write about. My first full day in Jakarta. What an eye-opener of a day it was. It was the day that I found religion.

The morning began with me purchasing an Indonesian SIM card for my cell phone from the little store in the Sparks lobby. As soon as I walked out of the store, two foreigners were in the lobby at the desk arranging wireless access for their laptops or some foolishness like that. I figured they had to be DM and MX. So as a test, I sent an SMS to MX while standing about 15 feet away. One of them took his phone out, read a message, then said to the other, “Hey, Murasaki is here.” Bingo. Introductions were made, as well as attack plans for the day.

I won’t bore you with the logistical details of the afternoon, but as a humorous note, I should mention that the three of us had lunch at a small Chinese place close to Lokasari Plaza. We were waited on by a cherubic-faced waitress who had a brilliant smile permanently carved on her face. For reasons unknown to all and sundry, MX made a huge impact on her. And every time we subsequently passed her restaurant, she would burst out the door and shout enthusiastic greetings to MX. I mean she would light up like a Christmas tree when he came around. It was hilarious, not to mention heart-warming.

The crew assembled later at 3 in the lobby. First up were the Lokasari Bars. I call them this because they are on the way to Lokasari Plaza. They are a collection of three institutions of ill-repute. I suppose some descriptiveness is warranted here for the uninitiated Hombre.

Picture a fairly good-sized bar, darker than what you’d normally experience back home, but still possessing more than enough light to scope out the offerings. The bar may have a large number of booths, such as you would find at some diner, plus a mixture of stools and tables, along with a row of stools across the counter from the bartenders. Inside the bar are anywhere from 50-100 women. Aside from the mamasans, every single one of them is a working girl.

You can approach a girl that interests you; however, the mamasans will quickly commence with bringing girls to you for your inspection. You could also simply point out to the mamasan a girl you’re interested in, and she’ll fetch her. The girls will sit/stand with you and talk. Should you want to session with her, you simply head upstairs to the short time rooms. The girl will take you to a counter where you pay the house, and the attendant will lead you to a room. All sessions in these places seem to be one hour. The costs vary from 200k to 245k depending on the bar, plus a standard 50k tip to the girl after the deed is done.

Just so you don’t get thrown off-guard, once in while you may get a freelancer and not a house girl. In this case, you’ll still pay the same amount, just to different people. You’ll pay the house a much smaller amount for the room, and the rest directly to the girl, after which the girl pays off the mamasan a commission.

What is refreshing about these bars is that there is zero pressure to buy lady drinks. The system as it is known elsewhere simply doesn’t exist here. If you do buy a girl a drink, the cost is the same as your own; there are no extra-inflated prices for hers.

The day’s investigations began with Madonna. It was early for them and the selection was rather miniscule. MX said they get better later in the day. After a bit, we shuffled next door to Bintang Mewar. Things were rocking here. The place was packed with girls, and we all ordered drinks.

It didn’t take long for the pussy parade to begin. The mamasans went right to work in marching girls before us. MX quickly glommed onto one (I think he had spotted her on a previous visit). The first girl they brought me was a spinner. Talk about pinning the tail on the donkey. Schwing. She was cute and had a great rack, with a nice smile to boot. I said I’d keep this one and pulled her into my embrace to get better acquainted. Ipa was from Lampung on Sumatra.

I don’t remember at this point if DM had a girl yet, due to the distraction in my lap. MX disappeared upstairs, and I followed shortly after. I was about to go to church.

Oh my god. What an awesome session. The sex, the attitude, the DFK was all first-rate. I was stunned. I didn’t want it to end. I had to take things VERY slow in order not to shoot too fast. I’m sure several of you who have been to the same church are sitting there right now nodding your heads in knowing agreement. I had the world’s biggest shit-eating grin as we showered afterwards.

I stumbled downstairs, weak-kneed from a powerful orgasm and basking in the glow of great sex. I remember finding Don Marco; I remember taking a stool across from him; and I remember saying to him “God I love Jakarta.”
MX showed up and said “Let’s go to TC’s!” TC stands for Today’s Country. It’s somewhat of an oddity, in that it’s a disco located inside the parking garage next to Lokasari Plaza. Now of course I had heard about how dark this place was inside, but I was not prepared for the reality. After paying the 20k cover charge, I turned around to peer into sheer darkness. People were not kidding. This dark was dark.

Unbeknownst to me, I was about to attend mass for the second time that day. Mass came in the form of a tiny spinner known as Fitrie, who happened to be the first girl MX pointed out to me as we walked in, as she was standing right by the front door. Whoa. I could already feel the sperm queuing up for the second shot of the day. But since I literally just walked in, I didn’t take her just yet. Like blind men in the dark, we groped our way to a table and ordered drinks. After a while my eyes adjusted and I could see somewhat better, but it was still close to pitch black in there.

However it wasn’t long before Fitrie was being cuddled in my arms, and my hand was slowly feeling out her tight little ass. Oh man, this was going to be good. Off we went to the back room. She was a freelancer, so I paid 50k to the house for the room, then 200k to her when we were finished. There was definitely chemistry between us. Again, what a session. Great attitude, DFK, GFE, hot sex, tight pussy… it had it all. I finished off from behind and collapsed with her into a ball of sweat. What a keeper. Sweet jesus, I loved Jakarta.

Late that night, the three of us headed to Blok M to My Bar. MX was going to introduce me to an uber-spinner gumby girl named Awn. I felt like my uncle was about to lead me to my Christmas present. We got inside and the place was packed. MX pointed out Awn, but she was already with her guy for the night, so no dice there. I checked her out and definitely wanted a crack at her. Loved that body.

MX found a girl that he was going to take back for LT. DM and I didn’t see anything else really interesting (although I did kick myself later for not going after a spinner who was dancing on the counter, as MX told me she was great in bed), so we left when MX did, MX taking a different cab with his girl to get a little more “privacy.” Overall, I had such a winning combination that afternoon that I could have cared less whether I had a girl that night. I was one satisfied hombre.

Meeting the GF

Little did I know when I woke up the next morning that things would even get better. The day before, I had converted to a new religion. I was now about to get baptized and attend communion.

DM left that morning for Bangkok. MX was sick, having come down with something shortly after we left MyBar. I was on my own for the day. At about 3, I visited Siera, which lies directly across the street from Bintang Mewar. I was torn between a spinner and a taller, slinky girl named Uti. I finally opted for the spinner, Iim, from Surabaya, and told Uti I’d like to return some day for her. Iim had an average face, but a nice body; she also gave good head and we had a nice session. I then wandered over to TC’s, where my defenses melted rapidly and I wound up taking Fitrie again. There was certainly chemistry between us. The session was even better than the day before, and I was on cloud 9.

I had just floated out of Lokasari Plaza and was drifting down the main street towards Manga Besar when I saw her. She was beautiful. I was particularly attracted to her face, especially her high cheekbones. But the body was hot too. She was walking in the opposite direction, heading towards Lokasari Plaza, with a friend. She had pretty much stopped me in my tracks. I stood and watched her walk. She kept looking back at me and giggling with her friend.

When they got to where the McDonald’s is, the little apparition sitting on my shoulder leaned over to my ear and said “What the fuck are you waiting for? Get your ass down there.” Which is what I did. I started walking towards her, and when she saw I was coming, she stopped and waited. I introduced myself. I was in love. I will refer to her as “GF”. GF was 23 and came from Solo in central Java. She worked as a sales promotion girl and as one of the house dancers at Crown Disco. Judging by her body and looks, I believed it.

Her Muslim friend, wearing one of those shawls over her hair, was practically bursting with embarrassment, but GF and I were chatting away. I asked for her phone number, and a date, and she agreed to both. We then parted and I resumed my walk back to Sparks. I was in my groove. Not only had I just fucked Fitrie’s brains out, I successfully got the number of a beautiful woman on the street. “I love Jakarta” I mumbled to no one in particular.

I checked on MX. He looked like shit. He had caught something serious and was out of action. I went back to Lokasari to visit Hari Hari, the grocery store on the second floor, to get a bunch of juice for him. He was dehydrated and needed something more than just water. On the way there and back, I traded messages with the GF. We arranged to have dinner that night.

After dropping the juice off with MX, I got ready. GF showed up on time and we hopped into a taxi (I let her handle all the taxi bargaining of course). Thus began a most interesting night for me. First, we tried to eat at Pondok Laguna, but it didn’t work out. So we had dinner at a nice place located on Hayam Wuruk, down a bit from where Stadium is, called Tamani Café. She then took me to the notorious Millennium Disco, where we were to meet two friends of hers. Millennium was just down Hayam Wuruk, so we didn’t have far to go. In fact, I had noticed it the previous night when Don Marco and I were cabbing back from Blok M.

I had heard about Millennium before. Supposedly the largest disco in Jakarta, it was well known as being a place where people arrived Friday night and left Sunday afternoon. Now I haven’t been to that many discos in my life, but I can say that Millennium dwarfed all of them in size. The main floor was huge. Aircraft hangar size would not be an exaggeration. It was packed. The music was very loud. And this being Indonesia, it was very dark. GF and I held hands the entire time we were in there so that we wouldn’t get separated (of course it didn’t hurt that I had the hots for her as well). We met up with her friends in the back karaoke bar, which is in a different room from the main floor. It turned out the place was a huge complex; Millennium had separate bars, a restaurant, and even a disco hotel for dancers to rent rooms to crash in. No wonder people could spend an entire weekend in there.

We went out to the main floor for awhile, then GF led me back to the entrance with her friends following. She had the night off from Crown, but she wanted to go there because she needed to speak to the leader of her dance team. So we piled into another cab and found ourselves at Crown Disco about 10 minutes later.

Now earlier in the evening, when I was nursing MX back to health with fresh juice, he told me that Crown was a very upscale disco where the wealthy Indo-Chinese hung out. He was curious to hear what I thought about it. Because GF worked there, we all got in free. GF skipped the main disco and led us to the VIP lounge. This was where the house dancers worked.

The room was fairly large and nicely appointed with plush carpeting and furniture to match. At one end was a stage; the other hosted the bar. From the stage, a catwalk led to a circular stage which dominated the middle of the room. On this stage were four dancers, wearing hot pants and sheer tops that allowed one to clearly see what kind of equipment each dancer hosted on her chest.

All four dancers had the notorious “bolt-on” breasts that MX has mentioned before in other posts. These puppies stuck out there like there was no tomorrow. Knowing what I knew about his taste in women, I could have laid good money down that he would have creamed his pants over three of the dancers. And I was drooling over one of those three.

These girls were phenomenal dancers. It was simply the best gogo/club dancing I had ever seen. They shook it for all they worth. They were hot, they were erotic, they were full of sweat. The place flowed with energy. I had GF in my lap. I was a happy man.

GF told me that this was her dance team, and pointed out her leader. There are several teams that trade off every hour. It was hard to believe these girls could go for a solid hour at that pace, but they did. About a half later, another team of 4 assembled on the stage against the wall. When they were ready, the two dance teams switched stages, and then GF’s team slipped behind the curtain. They were done for the night. GF went off to talk with the leader about some business, and I just sat and marveled at the new squad. Time flew by, and soon another dance team came on.

These girls turned out to be the raunchy bunch. They removed their tops for starters. Then they all started moving through the crowd, giving lap dances, letting some guys suck their tits, and doing body shots off of guy’s cocks. There was an amazing erotic charge in the air and I was in my element. However, GF was disgusted by this group and what they were doing. She said her team would never do this stuff. Apparently my GF was not a naughty girl.

Soon, one of the dancers approached me and threw her arms around me. She began grind her crotch into mine and wanted to do a body shot off my cock. GF fled. She actually ran from the table, past the bar, and down around the corner to the restrooms. The crotch-grinding dancer just laughed at her. As much as I would have loved to offer up my dick to her, there was no way I was going to place in jeopardy my nascent relationship. So I politely pushed the dancer away and bolted after GF.

I caught her around the corner. She was pretty upset, so I just worked on soothing her. Mentally I was guessing that there was some bad blood between her team and this one. We decided to leave. She agreed to come to my hotel room for a bit, but she couldn’t stay all night, as she lived with her uncle, and doing so was out of the realm of possibility.

On the way out, she showed me the main disco of Crown. It too was huge. Not as huge as Millennium, but still pretty fucking big. And it was crammed. Her friends were in there somewhere, but we couldn’t spot them, so we just left.

Back in the room, we cuddled on the bed and started making out. One thing led to another, and… My god was she tight. Turns out I was her first bule (non-Asian foreigner). We had a great time. I was totally into her and loving every minute. After the shower, she put on her panties and bra and laid down with me again to cuddle. We talked. I got hard. I peeled off her lingerie and off we went with round two. She finally left at 4 in the morning. “I love Jakarta,” I whispered, to no one in particular.

To be continued…

Another excellent report. I keep forgetting how great of a report writer you are because you were out of the scene for a bit. Welcome Back.

Great reports and what a good wingman you are. But don't call me a master, once where you learn where you are going having a great time in Jakarta is pretty damn easy.

Whatever that bug was, it hit me hard and quick. It was a real shame to lose several prime mongering days to that bug. It was quite the nice gesture you made buying the juice and etc. for someone you had just met. Thanks buddy and I look forward to when we can monger again together.

Tremendous writeup, worth of a standing o. I always like to find a little jewel, or a turn of a phrase in a good writeup. In this one there were many, but I have to say that "talk about pinning the tail on the donkey" had me grinning...

Well Mura, can't think of any other superlatives...so I'll just add that reading up on your TR brought back the fondest memories for me as well. Very riveting stuff as I can just picture being at the spots you descibe. I'm sure there will be other trips, but I had an even better time the 2nd time around and can tell JKT will be one of those special places I will never tire of. Anyways, looking forward to the rest of your adventures...includ. the fossil hunting report.

BTW: Like MX, I also got sick one time, a wicked stomach bug on the 1st trip and was knocked out for a day or so. I think it may have been a Satay from the food vendor on the street.

M,

The house dancer GF of yours really makes me all jealous! Great writing man!

C.

p.s. not sure I was the one pointed out the way to Dollys. Perhaps it was Phenom or another as it's not my favourite place too.

i love jakarta - i wonder why ?

great report - will definately detour from the bkk beaten path to sample the indo delights .

master saki-

great meeting you -- it was FUN eh?

I recall the first coversation we had in jkt, you said your in town for 2 days, then off fossil hunting. I think I replied with "ya right, you'll be here for a week at least!" ... I told ya so ;)

Re the bug: I didn't escape its grip as I was feeling under the weather as soon as I hit bkk and needed copious rest for a couple days.

The one thing that remains vivid about jkt is all the hot and tight boxes -- specially at TCs. However, I don't think I had a "bad" session while there, which makes it the ONLY locale that I can say that about.

Did you mangage to put the 20d to work after I left?

MX, it was my pleasure to help out. It was the least I could do for you.

DM, it was FUN! :-)

Crazier, you had posted directions on how to get there that you had copied from Sammyboy. Those directions were a huge help to me.

Sifting through the Sands

I was originally scheduled to leave the next morning, but I switched flights so that I could stay an extra day. Jakarta was just too good to leave so soon. Today was the day that MX’s friend from Singapore was to introduce us to Sands International Executive Club. MX was still quite sick, but decided that some time in a sauna would work well for him. So we hopped a cab over to Manga Dua Square and got the tour.

The facility was identical in setup to the nice saunas one finds in Macau. You get a key to a locker, and for the base fee, have access to showers, jacuzzis, steam rooms, a small buffet, and a chill out TV room. There are numerous extra services one can purchase, such as massages, pedicures, and so on.

MX and I reserved our masseuses with his friend’s help for about 30 minutes out. That would give us time to hit the steam room/jacuzzi area. MX chose a Chinese massage, and I opted for a “local”, which is not only cheaper, but a different style of massage. They assigned to me #87, whom I was told, was a “beautiful girl.” Hmmm, talk about building up the anticipation.

When the time came, we showed up at the massage desk and were led to our cubicles in the back. The back area has a large number of massage cubicles with curtains across the doorway for privacy. There are also a small number of VIP rooms available for an additional fee. These are actual rooms with locking doors and shower facilities.

87 showed up and greeted me. Hmmmm. Nice face. Short. A little thick, but not too bad. And huge tits. Those puppies were big, especially for her little frame. She told me to remove my clothes and lay down. She proceeded to give me a wonderful, gentle massage, using her arms and elbows, along with a lot of oil. Much to my delight, she spent a good amount of time on my ass, and my groin, which got me hard. When she flipped me over to do the other half of my body, I was at full staff for her inspection. And it was time to go to church again.

She did my legs and my stomach. As she massaged my stomach, she kept brushing against the little redwood, making me even more eager for attention. When she finished, she pointed to it and asked if I wanted it massaged as well. Oh yes, yes, yes, and thank you very much for asking. She proceeded to give me the best handjob I have ever experienced. It was so good and erotic that it beat plenty of fucks I’ve had. She had a method of flicking the head while simultaneously working the shaft. It was truly phenomenal. I shot in about 5 minutes. Afterwards, I tipped her 50k.

Feeling at peace with the world, I hit the buffet while waiting for MX to emerge. He finally joined me and we swapped notes. He had a medicinal massage; I’m the one with the hanky-panky. We both gave Sands a big thumbs up.

That night MX took me to Penjay. Sick as he was, he wanted to get out and get a little something. We checked out Sari Ayu and LA Bar. As far as girls went, nothing interested me. He found one that he wanted in LA Bar I think and headed upstairs. I told him I was going to check out Royal. Royal actually has a fishbowl in the back with good lighting. I picked a girl out of there. And this is where the bad part of the trip rears its ugly head.

The girl was fine. Yuli was a local Jakarta girl. The problem was me. I started to feel bad during our session. And I couldn’t shoot. I fucked her for a long time. She started to hurt, and I did too. So we stopped. My dick was throbbing, and I felt sick. The first thing I thought was that I caught MX’s crap, whatever it was he had. If only that were the case. After cleaning up, I met back up with MX. He was not feeling good at all, and now I was matching him. We stopped at Pizza Hut on the way back to Sparks. We each had a small salad and a mini-pizza. I couldn’t even finish mine I was so queasy.

We got back to the hotel and crashed. That’s when the urinary burning started. Suddenly, I knew what I had. A new rule in life had just been formulated: never visit the Philippines before visiting Jakarta. I had been warned about the prevalence of STD’s in AC; sure enough, I had one. I had joined the club. Fuck! I was not a happy camper. My flight out was the next evening. I had Fitrie coming to my hotel at 1 for a photo shoot/fuck session, and then GF was coming at 3 to spend some time before I left for the airport. And I was in too much pain to fuck either one of them!

The next morning, MX and I were both hurting units. We went to the pharmacy together. We loaded up on our respective meds and returned to our rooms. Fitrie came at 1, right on time. I told her we’d just be doing a photo shoot, as I was too sick for sex. We had a great shoot with natural light. Horny dumbshit that I am, I wound up masturbating on her and shooting on her stomach. It hurt like hell. But I couldn’t help it, she was such a turn-on. I also told her to get checked, as she may have gotten something from me. She said she got checked on a monthly basis, and she was scheduled for the next one in a week, so no problem there.

She left and GF showed up. It was great to see her. We cuddled and made out, and I also told her the bad news. I gave her money to go to the doctor and get tested as well. She took it in stride. I got horny again and masturbated on her as well, even though I was in a lot of pain. I swear these Indonesian women can make a masochist of you when they’re lying on your bed naked. MX came in for a bit and got to meet GF for the first time.

At 4, GF and I headed downstairs and I headed for the airport. I was flying to Yogyakarta to do some fossil hunting, then Surabaya two days after that. Little did I know that I would be back in Jakarta in a matter of days.

To be continued…

Murasaki, great report man. Sorry to hear about the flame thrower experience...I expect to be JK in a couple of months and really looking forward to it and I'll save PI for afterwards.

More-saki,

I felt like I was there with you guys as you told the story. Great report. Sorry bout the case you got.

Humm, condoms in AC??? Now, why didn't I think of that?

nice report. That's a good strategy, pi AFTER jkt. My last trip there, i did pi b4 indo and would have been very bummed if i was taken out with a bug during my time in indo.

M.,

Perhaps I did. The last time I visited Dolly's in Sby was more than 10 years ago and I did not like it to go back again!

My Sby times were shared with a fired up GF and times at Kowloon mostly.

CYA on the road sometime!

C.

Murasaki, I know what you mean about the church of Jakarta, though for me due to a funk from other locations, it wasn't EXACTLY love at first sight. I'm seriously enjoying reading about your first impressions. You seemed quite the seasoned vet by the time I arrived after Xmas. As the old saying goes, you took to that place like a duck takes to water!

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Were you doing bbfs on this trip to catch the STD?

soccer, methinks it was the bed linens.

Actually I was trying to tell Murasaki that he shouldn't be sitting on the toilet seat, you gotta climb up and squat on the toilet seat. That's what I see all the local girls doing.

A taste of the photoshoot. I'm keeping most of the shoot in private reserve, but I will share a few pics. I know what most of you want to see...

Photos: Today Country 01 02 03 04 05 06 07

Here's a scan of the business card for Sands.

Hello Dolly

After two nights in Yogyakarta and a day visiting Borobudur, I flew to Surabaya. Surabaya is the second largest city in Indonesia, after Jakarta. It has a large port, and consequently is home to the Indonesian navy. The airport is about a 30-40 minute drive south of the city.

I found the Kaha desk and opted for a room at the Tunjungan Hotel, which is next door to the Tunjungan Plaza Mall. The rate was 330k a night (about $33 US). The airport has a flat rate taxi system: 70k to downtown, which I thought was quite reasonable given the distance. My big surprise at the airport was that the clerk at the Kaha desk, wearing the traditional headscarf, flirted with me in a major way, going so far as to suggest that she should not only ride with me in the taxi to make sure I got to the hotel, but that she should come by my room that night to check up on me. Unfortunately she was nowhere close to attractive territory, so I didn’t flirt back.

The hotel was nice, and the mall next door rocked. It was huge. Don’t be deceived if you happen to enter the corner section next to the hotel. That segment is small, and there is no passage to the rest of the mall on the first floor. You need to either go to the basement, or up to the second floor to move over to the main mall building. Overall the mall is in the shape of a “U”. The best areas for food are in the very back, in the basement and on the top floor. The top floor has a restaurant row with some nice places. I had dinner both nights in the mall.

There were two supermarkets that I found, but there may have been more. One in the basement on the long stretch back from the main road; the other in the basement of the Japanese department store in the very back corner (Sogo). Starbucks was back there too. I found two internet places; one in the basement at the very front of the building, tucked away into a corner; the other on the top floor close to the cinema complex.

After dinner the first night, I grabbed a Bluebird taxi outside the hotel/mall alley and said “Dolly”. I still had problems; it hurt like hell to pee or cum, and my lymph nodes were massively swollen. Hell, even erections hurt. The medicine I took in Jakarta didn’t do the trick. I actually had to go to the hospital in Yogyakarta the previous evening. The doctor said I had a urinary tract infection and gave me different drugs to try. But I had to see Dolly.

Dolly is the name of Surabaya’s main red light district. Legend had it that it was huge, the largest in Asia. Well it didn’t come anywhere close to that. I spent about 90 minutes walking around and checking it out. Let me give you a description, along with a map I have created. Given that I’m a visually-oriented person, I find maps extremely beneficial.


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Dolly is dissected by a main road that in actuality is quite narrow. It’s big enough for two taxis to squeeze by each other and that’s about it. This road changes names three times, with a different name for each bend in the road.

Starting from the west side, the first segment runs for about 300 meters, and is called Jl. Putat Jaya. On this stretch are some commercial shops mixed in with a number of karaoke joints. The girls working inside these places are mostly available, but I never entered one. I peered through the doorways on quite a few, but had no desire to enter.

After about 300 meters, the road bends and turns into Jalan Jarak. In this area is when you start to see the fishbowl brothels on the main road. Around here are two or three smaller alleys that all head off to the north. They are large enough for a motor scooter, but too small for cars. They have a number of tiny “love shacks” lining them, occupied by one or two very bored looking women, all well past their prime.

A bit past the bend in the road, on the right, is the main event. There are no street signs in here, but it’s what I call Dolly Lane. The map shows a Jalan Dolly, but on the map it doesn’t connect to Jalan Jarak. In reality it does (I hope I’ve got the approximate area marked off; I could be off slightly). It is wide enough for taxis to go down one way, and this is where I was dropped off.

Dolly Lane is about 200 meters long. On either side of the road are approximately 50-60 brothels, each having anywhere from 5-15 girls. The largest I saw had a real fishbowl like Thailand, where you are separated by a glass window. It had about 20 girls behind the window. All the rest just had front rooms where the girls sat on couches that lined the walls. It was easy just to look through the windows or the doors, so one rarely had to enter a building in order to check out the talent.

Numerous touts line the streets, and they will grab your arm in order to try to steer you inside. The place is lively, with lots of foot traffic in the alley. I did not see another foreigner the entire time I walked around Dolly. To be honest, I didn’t see another foreigner in all of Surabaya, outside the airport, my first day there. There simply aren’t that many visitors to the place.

I examined the offerings of every single house on Dolly Lane. I did the same for all the houses out on the main road. Combined with the karaoke places, and the smaller alleys, in the entire Dolly district that night I counted five working girls I would fuck. That is an incredibly small ratio, especially given there were single bars in Jakarta that had more than that. But I admit I seem to be pickier than most, and for those of you who will screw anything that moves, this is your place.

I broke my cherry with a girl from Semarang by the name of Fira. She had short hair, which normally doesn’t do it for me, and an incredible little skinny spinner body. If any of you remember Yum Yum from Eden Club about three years ago, it was that kind of body. When we got to the room, it turned out she had an ass to die for and I was a happy man.

The good part was that the session was great. She had a great attitude and fucked for a long time. I blew in doggie, my favorite position. The bad part was, besides the pain due to my little infection, the conditions. I’m not too fond of “chicken ranch” style environments, and that’s what you get here. Her room was tiny. There were bugs crawling on the bed from time to time. The aircon barely worked so I bled sweat when we were screwing. The towels were questionable. There was no hot water. We “showered” afterward with a bucket of cold water. I dared not step foot on the floor with my bare feet. Sorry, this was not my scene.

The price for her was 85k, which seemed to be a pretty standard price I saw posted in a lot of houses. I gave her a 20k tip which absolutely thrilled her to no end. I have never seen a girl happier to get a tip. Her face lit up, she threw her arms around me, gave me a big hug, and then a kiss. If I didn’t have that crappy condition, I probably would have barfined her on the spot and taken her back to the hotel for LT. But I was done. My dick hurt like hell. After walking around and doing more research, I cabbed back to the hotel.

I had a great session with a great girl, but overall I was not impressed with Dolly. Were I ever to return, I would probably just focus on taking girls out of the chicken ranch and into my room. However, despite the fact that prices are super cheap, I really can’t see myself making visits to Surabaya in the future. 5 girls out of 1000 is not a good ratio. I’d much rather stick to Jakarta, where there are so many more girls that appeal to me, not to mention nicer conditions in the venues. I can see how Dolly would really appeal to some mongerers; the place just wasn’t for me.

The next day I paid a follow up visit to a hospital. The doctor looked at the drugs the previous doc gave me and said they were too weak. I left with more drugs. I was desperate to stop the burning. It really sucked, believe me. Monger X called me and got the full report. Then he said “Ok, you’ve checked it out and it sucks. Get your ass back to Jakarta right now and hang with me.” I had allocated 4 days to Surabaya, but there was no way I was going to stay that long. I replied “Let me talk to the travel agent and I’ll call you back.”

I had to change a number of flights, as I was supposed to fly to Bali after Surabaya. So in addition to getting a flight to Jakarta, I had to get one from there to Bali as well. But it all worked out, and I had a flight the next morning back to Jakarta. MX made a reservation with Sparks for me and the stage was set. I was going to spend New Year’s Eve in Jakarta instead of Bali.

To be continued…

Soccer, I'm pretty sure I caught it from the air in AC. It's pretty potent there. I'm utterly unaware of anyone ever barebacking in the Philippines.

Excellent directions and summary of the Dolly Street scene.

I was there New Years Eve and it took forever to find the place b/c of the horrendous traffic. The punk touts must be seen to be believed, very aggressive and some were kinda creepy. I think this area is one of those places you just have to see to believe.

M.,

Here I am in my bed doing some work and I see these pics of yours.

Perrrrfect! A great demo of teasing fotos as compared to the bare-it-all "dirty stuff" we see all the time!

Now my ding-dong is at full attention, I am reminded that I do luv those ceweks like hell too!

Lucky I am headed for another mongering haven tomorrow morning! Or, I be on that plane headed to Jakarta!

Thanks guys. Crazier, how I do wish I would be on that plane with you. Sigh....

Merlin, there will be a map posted to go with those directions. I sent it in, so they should have it up in the next day or two.

Back in the saddle again

The taxi to the airport from Tunjungan Hotel was 95k, 25k more than the fixed price coming from the airport. This was because the hotel was situated in an area of one-way streets, so we couldn’t just use the reverse course to go back to the airport. The driver also said traffic would be a nightmare, so he went over to the west and took the freeway down to the south.

Just a warning to those of you who like your comfort. Don’t expect any inside the waiting area once you go through security. The chairs are all an uncomfortable wire mesh. There are a lot of sadists working at Surabaya’s airport I guess.

Upon arrival in Jakarta, I discovered that Silverbird taxis only go from the international terminal. So I grabbed a Bluebird, and it turned out to be much cheaper to the Sparks Hotel, only 85k. I was staying another four nights, for which I pre-paid with my credit card. MX then called and told me to meet him at Sands. So I grabbed a Bluebird, which ripped me off (yes, even the good Bluebirds have some badbirds), but finally got there.

Met up with MX and we proceeded through the regular routine. Much to my chagrin, I learned that Wednesday was 87’s day off. The girl I wound up with gave a good massage, but she had a cold and offered no extras. Later that afternoon, we headed over to Bintang Mewar. This is when I met Hunterman, who showed up in town the day before. Of course I picked a spinner to go upstairs with. Fiera was from Jakarta. The session was so-so because she refused to kiss me, which was the first I had encountered that behavior. At least she was very tight. One more painful load blown.

Downstairs, MX couldn’t believe she wouldn’t kiss. He summoned the mamasan and asked why we were being given bad girls, especially since he came there so often and spent so much money. The mamasan seemed to be somewhat surprised, and went off I assume to rip the girl a new asshole.

My notes tell me we had a bad Chinese dinner inside Lokasari (but delicious fruit smoothies), then we all went upstairs to Hari Hari to load up on juices, waters, snacks and so on. Earlier I had called GF, but she couldn’t meet tonight because of a birthday party. So I was a free man. MX had a date lined up. Hunterman and I decided to go to Stadium to check out the fishbowl. I still hadn’t been, and was eager to go.

Stadium is not that far from Sparks. You walk down Manga Besar to Hayam Wuruk and turn left. About 150 meters down, you turn left again into a side alley, and it’s right there. I can’t remember which floor the fishbowl is on, but up we went after entering the complex on the ground floor. As we entered the lounge area around the corner from the actual fishbowl, we discovered a number of girls sitting there as well. There was a hot skinny one I took a liking too, but I got “bule stinkface” from her and that was that. Shot down, I walked down the hallway to peer through the window. As I was perusing the offerings, I felt a tap on my shoulder. An astute mama-san saw me expressing interest in the skinny spinner, so she brought me another one that would fuck a bule.

Schwing! Mamasan earned her keep that day. What a little hottie. I paid up in a New York minute and off we went to the room. I must say, I was impressed with the room. It was quite classy, and had a glass-walled shower that rocked. The girl was classy too. I forgot to write her name down, but she was 23 and from Bandung, according to my notes. She also spoke Japanese, and as is always the case, was stunned to learn that I did too. I had a fantastic session with her. I tried to get her to come to the hotel room for some extra action, but she wouldn’t do it (against the rules of the house). Some of them at Stadium do break this rule, but she wouldn’t. I couldn’t find Hunterman anywhere after I finished, so I walked back to the hotel and crashed.

To be continued…

Nice report Murasaki!

Hope you're feeling better.

You do write some of the best reports and it was your trips reports to LOS that inspired me to visit Thailand. Now I feel like Jakarta will follow suit. Thanks! Solid

Just out of curiosity, were you barebacking the girls in Surabaya and Jkt after you were sick? Be honest. I know its tough to go back after wearing 37 condoms each session..lol

Absolutely not. I'll be talking about that in the next installment. Once I found out, I wouldn't even let a girl give me head. Stadium girl even thanked me when I prevented her from going down on me and I told her why.

Solid, you're welcome. Hmmm, maybe you should stay put. We don't want a flood of people heading for Indonesia now. :-) Yeah, Jakarta stinks. Don't bother!

Mura

Yum Yum from Eden -- now that brings back some fond memories !!
Reminds me that I have now fucked -- on multiple occasions -- 2 girls named Yum Yum . What are the odds on that ??

Surabaya Map integrated into report above

More Sand in the system

MX and I returned to Sands in the afternoon; it had become something close to a daily routine for us. Having missed 87 last time, I was determined to get her this time, and I did. This time, when she did my groin, she also worked over the balls, the crack, and the rim of the hole. Damn it all felt good. When she flipped me over and started going for the main event, I started to let my hand wonder over her ample bolt-ons. Finally I flipped up her blouse, popped those babies out of the bra and played with them until she got me off. She was in great spirits that day. I tipped her 100k this time around.

I had a date with GF at 6. Just a few minutes before she arrived, my doorbell rang. It was Hunterman. Porker and his cherry friend had just arrived, so he brought them by to introduce them. We didn’t get much time to talk, for GF showed up and they split. We eventually decided to do room service for dinner, and I did her twice for dessert. Damn she was tight. She stayed until 11; her uncle was still giving her a lot of grief about being with a bule and getting pregnant. Had a great time with her and crashed after she left.

I had resolved to go to the hospital the next day yet again. Something was wrong; all these drugs and I still burned. I had been ultra-cautious with all the girls since I found out. I wasn’t even allowing blowjobs. Damn, I missed the sensation of a girl’s mouth around my cock.

Time to find out the best hospital in Jakarta. A phone call to the US embassy yielded me the MMC Hospital in the Kuningan diplomatic quarter. They said that’s where most of the embassy people go. So after breakfast with Porker and Hunterman, I jumped in a cab and sped off to my third encounter with the Indonesian medical system.

No urologists were available until the evening, but I saw a doctor who specialized in STD’s. After the test results came back, she called me in to tell me I was clean as a whistle, and she really didn’t know why I still experienced the burning. So she gave me some more drugs to deal with the swollen lymph nodes and the burning and sent me off on my way. I was happy as hell that I could get BBBJ’s again.

When I got back later in the afternoon, I went over to TC’s and did my favorite girl there. Boy that was fun. I felt like a new man just knowing I was no longer “infected.” GF came over and I took her to dinner. This would be our last opportunity to meet, as she was meeting up with her dance team later that night and then they were heading to Surabaya. They had been hired to perform at one of the big discos there for their New Year’s Eve party. She wouldn’t be back until late on the first, and I left the morning of the 2nd. We hung out and played until 10, when she had to go.

Shortly after that, the crew gathered. MX, Porker, Hunterman, cherry boy and myself piled into two cabs and sped off for a long haul to east Jakarta to break some new ground. There was a small “entertainment” district there that MX had heard about and wanted to check out. It consisted of MTR2 (a branch of the Penjay joint), Sumo Shiatsu, and upscale sauna place, and a disco with girls available, called Manna Bossa or something like that.

First we checked out Sumo. They would only let one person go in to check out the facilities, so we all agreed it should be MX. The place looked quite classy just from the main lobby, and he confirmed it was equally so upstairs. Then we all walked over to MTR2, which was close by, and gave that a quick look over. Then came time for the disco. MX knew a girl working here that he was looking forward to hooking up with. So in we all went.

So for any of you who have ever been in an Indonesian disco, you can already guess that I’m going to say it was very dark inside. But not only was it dark, the music was blasting at such levels that I could not hear a single word anyone said, even if they were shouting into my ear. It was beyond belief. I walked around a bit and checked it out. Then I found Porker. In one of the more humorous moments of the trip, we had to get out our cell phones and type messages to each other in order to communicate.

I typed something to the effect of “Let’s get the fuck out of here and go to Blok M.” He replied with “I’m right behind you.” Cherry boy and Hunterman joined us. MX stayed behind in search of his girl. Outside we found a nice cab driver who got us there in about 25 minutes or so.

We decided to check out D’s place first. Holy shit, talk about striking the mother lode. There were some hot bodies in there. Some kind of sexy dance contest was going on, with several spinners participating. I was licking my chops. There were easily 4 or 5 girls within a 15 foot radius that I would have done. One of them saw me and was on to me like a bee to honey. Her name was Yanti, from Kalimantan on Borneo, and she had a nice body. I hung with her for a bit, then told her I needed to run down to MyBar for a second.

My hope was to find Awn, the girl who was taken on my first trip to MyBar so many nights before. I found her, but she said she couldn’t go with me that night because she was still on her period, but that it should be done tomorrow. I have no idea how truthful it was. But she agreed to be my date for New Year’s Eve, which was the next night. We exchanged phone numbers, and I went back to D’s Place and resumed flirting with Yanti. By this time MX had arrived with his girl in tow. If memory serves me correct, he was really regretting taking her to Blok M. He’ll have to chime in about this.

The rest of the group wanted to head over to MyBar, but I decided to take Yanti LT. So she and I split for my room. She had very nice tits and we had a good time together. The highlight I remember was banging her in the bathroom standing up while she was bent of the sink looking into the mirror. I blew into her while she was in that position. Hot shit it was.

December 31 crept in. After a morning shag, I got Yanti out the door at about 10. MX, Porker and I made a run to Sands. I promised MX I wouldn’t book 87 so that he could try her. Instead I took 62. Unfortunately she gave a crappy HJ and I didn’t have a happy ending.

After shopping at Manga Dua Mall, where Porker and I got some “Learn Bahasa Indonesia” software, we got back to Sparks. MX and I went to Bintang Mewar. He took a girl up I believe, and I went over to Siera, where I took Uti, whom I almost took last time I was there. Well, she sucked. She wouldn’t kiss and she wouldn’t even let me suck her nipples. I almost walked out to see if I could get a substitute girl, but then decided to see how her BJ was. That got me hard, so I just grudge fucked her and left. I had heard she was ok, so don’t know what happened. YMMV I guess.

I met up again with MX and we grabbed dinner in the Sparks restaurant. I’m hazy on what everyone’s plans were for NYE. I believe MX had a date coming over from one of the Penjay bars. I don’t remember what Porker and Hunterman were going to do. Awn wound up blowing me off, which somehow I wasn’t all that surprised about. Sparks was hosting a big bash in the disco, so I wound up spending the night there, shooting some of the dancers with my camera. I had a pretty good time; I never saw the hombres the rest of the night.

New Year’s days was my last full day in Jakarta, and was pretty uneventful. I ousted myself out of bed early enough in the morning in order to make the breakfast buffet, and was surprised to get joined by the others, though I think Porker had split for Batam that morning. MX was flying out that evening, so we decided to make a last run to Sands in the late afternoon; Hunterman tagged along for this visit. He would just cab to the airport from there.

This being my last visit, I had to have 87. I also opted for one of the VIP rooms, as I was going to see how far I could get her to go (I was hoping for FS). I was able to get her topless, and her pants down to her ankles, but no more than that. She wouldn’t give a blowjob, and full service was off the menu. So I played with her great rack and enjoyed the usual HJ.

MX went to the airport from there, and Hunterman and I had dinner at Sparks. That did it for me. I went to my room to pack for my morning flight; I believe he went to Stadium.

Aside from my unwanted little medical problem, which definitely slowed me down and impacted my numbers, I had a blast in Jakarta. Aside from two girls, the attitudes and service varied from quite good to excellent. I felt revitalized when I began sampling the scene there. Basically, I caught my second mongering wind, as I was feeling AFO when I first arrived. But Jakarta’s offerings have a tendency to do that. All it takes is one “slip” and suddenly you are seeing things in a new light.

Here is the scanned business card for Sumo Shiatsu.

Last shots. I meant to post these earlier. They're of one of the dancers at the New Year's Eve party. I was rather taken with her looks, so I snapped quite a few of her. Can't really share them with anyone else except for my fellow appreciaters on this board.

Photos: NYE Dancer 01 02 03 04 05 06 07

The name of the Disco is Mongo Mas, and the area is called Kelapa Cading. Emel, a girl I knew well from LA Bar, has moved over to Mongo Mas disco, and I had heard some fairly positive things about the regarding P4P. When I called Emel she told me lots of Ayam and the LT price was 400K. That's a booking price I can live with. So I booked her and wasn't in the mood to retire to the room yet and went to hang with the hombres in Blok M. This resulted in a well learned sociological lesson.

Emel is a Kota girl, which means she is really 100% Indonesian Kampong girl. The results is that she is quite modest in public. But if you put her in a pitch black dark bar or disco with pumping techno music she will be unihibited.

However, in Blok M those bars are not pitch black and the music isn't blasted nor techno. Furthermore, the girls in Blok M serve the bule market and have learned to play there part. They dress and act more provactively. Also, the are much more sexually aggressive in public. Poor Emel was a country chicken scared out of whits to see such places! The poor girl basically was extremely embarassed and could only try to disappear into the corner. This really put a damper on my night.

As for Sands #62 is fantastic for the deep tissue massage but not for the handjob, although she gets quite horny and tries hard to get it on.

saki,

She's damn hot. I don't care for the nylons, but NOT BAD at all my friend !

Gawd almighty what a major league babe...she's got that really sensual exotic look that I like in the Indo girls. Appreciate it mucho Mura.

very nice series of reports....i'm really jonsing to get back there now.

mx, during my first trip, i tried to explore a place called Kelapa Gading, it's about +40' outta kota, is that the same place? there is a huge mall out there and while in the taxi i either saw another d's place, or a my bar near some massage parlors that peaked my interest. i decided to get some grub at the mall, then check it out, but couldn't find my way back. have always wanted to get back there, but i always manage to get sidetracked.

Excellent report Murasaki! I havent been to Indo since I was in Service and I am thinking about hitting it as a side trip when I go to Pattaya/Phuket in 2007. Your report will be most helpful. BTW, does Sparks have room safes? Mojo.

Mojo, Sparks does have safes in the room. Just beware the noise level there!