Jakarta.

I had been fairly excited about heading there after hearing MongerX’s constant raves about the place for a few months prior to my July trip, and indeed his pics and stories had been fantastic. Ok, while ‘excited’ is no exaggeration, the real reason I was going was a sense of instinct/obligation to follow one of mongering’s greatest mentors’ (only guy in his class I’ve met is Epi -- guys with a unique ability to tailor their experience with genuine friendliness and an unselfish desire to make YOU see the beauty in one of their favorite destinations) raves about the place. I mean if MONGER X loved the place, I’d surely find something to sate my desires? And imagine the incredible opportunity of a ‘joined-at-the-hip’ tour from a true mongering LEGEND. Something I’ve been exceedingly blessed with throughout MY mongering career at almost every turn with a new destination.

But while I was pretty sure I’d enjoy myself, there were a couple of worries: Firstly, Mx (who knows me and my tastes/circumstances quite well) had explained that for ME that it may end up being a little expensive compared to what I was used to paying in Angeles and Batam, starting with hotels, that would be running upwards of 40 USD per night. Second, the scene was reported to be more of an onsite short time deal rather than the all night GFE fuckfests I was used to in those places as well.

While I WAS eager to check Jakarta out, mostly due to the immense respect I have for MongerX’s mongering instincts and proven tastes, these things did leave me slightly concerned about plunging into a new (for me) mongering destination, when I had enjoyed the previous ones so much. I did figure that this July trip was the perfect time for me to check it out, though, as I had relatively plentiful time and money on this trip, something that hadn’t been the case on the last few.

Adding to the slight dis-ease about venturing into the unknown (I’m a TOTAL creature of habit), I was still in a bit of a funk about the Batam fave and trying to piece through what I thought might be going on in her cartoon brain. Ultimately, I decided that heading to Jakarta to get a bit of perspective on things was a good thing, but didn’t mean she still didn’t occupy far too much space in MY LITTLE CARTOON BRAIN!!! :-(

Leaving Batam, MongerX and I checked out of the zilch-frills (but OH-so-CHEAP!!!) City View Hotel in Batam upon Mx’s personal driver’s arrival, then headed to the relatively swanky Planet Holiday to pick up Hunterman on a crappy, rainy day. We had purchased tickets on Lion Air for about 80 USD each at the travel agency downstairs from Planet (NOT the Lion Air office inside the hotel, which seemed to be staffed with some of the most useless employees of all time).

Batam airport seemed pretty new and modern, but I quickly lost count of how many towel-headed old fat broads tried to jostle me out of the way. I wasn’t in the BEST of moods to begin with, but THAT had me seeing shades of Epi’s “Tony Soprano” moments as I was seriously considering hip-checking those old cunts back! Luckily some “CHILL THE FUCK OUT!” words of wisdom came my way from Mx, and I just bit my lip till my “taxi-driver mode smile and curse under my breath” became a far healthier response.

Uhmm, until the local dude rudely throwing his carry-on bag directly in front of mine on the x-ray belt answered in perfect English “Yes, actually, I am!”, when I muttered “You must be in a hurry?” at the umpteenth incident of rudeness I percieved during my first 3 minutes at the stinkin’ airport. Now THAT made me chuckle at what a DICK I was being!

While Hman and Mx souvenir shopped until my weak-ass arms ached from holding my little backpack (Yeah, I know, the BRIGHT bulb, woulda just plopped down and taken a load off…), I bought a bottle of vodka at the Duty free shop (no bargain price-wise, but booze not so easy to come by in Indonesia) and then sighed in relief when we actually headed to sit a bit at a little food place close to our gate. I didn’t know this at the time, but free wireless access was readily available throughout the upstairs floors, courtesy of the Goodway Lounge.

We were well early for our flight, and in what would be become a trend over the next week, our Lion Air flight was almost exactly an hour late too. As I (stupidly) hadn’t chosen to eat anything when my companions did at the airport (and Lion Air makes Southwest’s peanuts seem like a FEAST!!!), I’d end up being severely hungry at entirely the wrong time for our activities once we actually got to Jakarta.

The flight itself was exceedingly short, and I spent it listening to music and daydreaming while staring out the window at an amazingly beautiful contrast of the whitest clouds, bluest sky, dark blue ocean and fantastically green land masses I think I have ever seen. I’ll tell you that Filter’s “Awake on my eeeeh-plane” lyrics never sounded so good!

Landing in Jakarta, I just followed Mx on a seemingly interminable walk to the Domestic terminal exit/taxi clusterfuck where we kinda looked faround for a bluebird taxi for a little while (Not sure if we found one or not). I had remembered Mx singing the praises of the Blue Bird taxis, but it really had never registered how important they were in the big scheme of things. After several trips to Jakarta now, for a CHEAP BASTARD LIKE ME, believe me, Blue Bird taxis are a damned fucking good resource!

On MongerX’s excellent recommendation (like fucking ALWAYS!), we had all booked rooms at the Mercure Rekso (Mercure is kinda mid-tier Accor group, from what I understand of such things), almost dead-smack on the corner of Mangga Besar and Hayam Wuruk, the two ultimate main drag boulevards in the ‘Kota’ (chinatown?) area of Jakarta we would be haunting for the next several days (oh yeah, the Lion air tix we bought to Jakarta were only 1-way. We figured we’d play the return to Batam/SIN dates by ear. Ain’t it GREAT to be summer vacationing BUMS!!!).

The ride from the airport to Kota seemed to take forEVER, and while it’s always exciting to check out the roadside sites of a new destination for me, I could have done without the traffic we hit in addition to the seemingly endless distance. The bad mood gets a bit uglier…

I instantly liked the Mercure Rekso, and a few words from Mx got us all installed on high floored rooms with frigg’n fanTASTIC views from floor-ceiling open picture windows. While the rooms were showing a small bit of age, the king sized bed, make your nose run arctic air-con, immaculate bathroom w/ tub and AWESOME view had me quickly thinking that 40 USD/nightly for THIS wasn’t too bad at all. And when I found out that we were really at the mongering ground zero for the many Jakarta delights, the love affair with Mercure Rekso quickly hit PASSIONATE level! Combine all THAT with a kick-ass buffet breakfast (best I’ve had in Indo, including those of the upscale Batam hotels), and I’d HIGHLY recommend Mercure Rekso for a Jakarta mongerer.

Adding to my wide-eyed Jakarta-rube’s wonderment, was the milf-ish Chinese freelancer in a low-cut top lustily ogling us and showcasing her hanging, borderline D-cups at the lobby bar as we headed for the elevator behind a porter with a big luggage rack dressed in a CLASSIC old-movie hotel porter outfit. Complete with GAY-ASS hat! Of course my drooling and grinning in her direction were interrupted when Mx casually mentioned that his guess would be that she’d be asking for ~1 million rupiah for probably no more than 90 minutes in the room… Uhmmm, while I like old, milky, wrinkled tits as much as the next guy, A HUNDRED BUCKS SHORT TIME instantly wiped the smile off my face, replaced by the Mr. Bill OOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I spoke out loud with “ain’t no WAY that skank gets THAT much!!!”, but Mx said indeed they might ASK for it. OOPS!!!

While I remember our arrival in Jakarta being in mid-afternoon, somehow after the long-ass ride from the airport, and checking in/unpacking at Mercure Rekso, it was close to DARK or later by the time we were ready to head out and actually consummate our Jakarta stay. And by this time I was fucking HUNGRY, having like one meatball from one of my boys’s soup at the airport as my daily sustenance after staying at the pinche no-breakfast having City View the night before!!! Adding to my misery was a viagra-induced acid-stomach churning, and my first order of business for the evening was to GET SOMETHING TO EAT.

Of course, my mongering companions were far more interested in penetrating nubiles. SHALLOW cunts! And since that’s usually this fat man’s first order of business as well, I gladly headed into a waiting Blue Bird with the guys on our first pilgrimage to the mongering mecca of PenJay. Mx assured me that I could get some food at the bars there, and as usual I blindly followed his recommendations.

Since my first trips to Jakarta there have been some fan-frigg’n-TASTIC newbie reports about the logistics of Jakarta mongering. They are an insanely valuable resource from this site, and I, for one, am particularly glad because as a relatively veteran Jakarta monger now, I probably STILL couldn’t find my way to PenJay without MongerX walking me through it with step-by-step instructions! I remember that our route did seem rather circuitous, and then seemed like a MAZE even after we entered the outlying parking lots in the general complex. Mx did point out a landmark with a prominent sign from the main street we took before entering the complex, but fuck if I even remember what it said. In my slight defense, I’m not a total putz… I’d know it if I SAW IT! But I’m glad I don’t have to give anyone directions!!!

Once we actually arrived at Sari Ayu bar, my angst/hunger pangs/V-related stomach rumblings only intensified, and I was quickly struck by how MUTHA-FUCKING crowded that place was. I really, really, really HATE crowds in general, but that place, for this already more-than-a-little-bit ‘temperamental’ dude due to the all-mighty stomach rumbling, had me almost screaming, “uhmmm, NEXT!!!” mere seconds from walking in the door! Of course, looking back, this was simply inSANE, as the place was literally frigg’n PACKED with hooooooot-ass PUSSY!!! I mean girls literally stacked to the RAFTERS. And not jolli-bellied ugly cousin types either: This place had long-legged, cleavage spouting NUBILES!.

Sidenote: Having ferried around a few “high-maintenance” type newbies on mongering trips in the last half-year or so myself, I am painfully aware that on this night I was being more than a little of a WHINY-ASSED BITCH!!!, as my acidy/EMPTY stomach was well past the ‘problem’ stage for me. And the sweaty/jostling crowds didn’t at ALL help. My all-comsuming desires at that point were to SIT DOWN somewhere where someone wouldn’t require me to slink into some wall so they could pass, cool the FUCK OFF (ummm, Jakarta can get a bit STEAMY!!!), get some FOOD so the stomach monster would chill the hell out, and then get some alcohol so I could fucking reLAX and take in what I was SURE were fantastic delights all around me.

And I seem to remember whining far more than my share after our entranace into Sari Ayu about getting some food/drink. To his credit, MongerX only seemed mildly annoyed by my pestering that I neeeded food/drink RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!! After we got settled some place near a back bar, where if we sucked in guts we wouldn’t get elbowed by all passing by, he made a point of getting one of the roving mamasans/drink fetchers to bring me some fried rice and a BIGASS beer, the liter-variety that I remember so fondly in Indonesia. After I slammed down a plate of nasi goreng and a couple glasses of Iced Ankor beer (lol, for some odd reason I don’t think they had Bintang in Pen Jay?), I felt MUCH better, and my only problems at that point became feeling like I was FRYING from the body heat inside and feeling claustrophobic from all the humanity packed into our little crawlspace we occupied.

As you may be able to tell already, my initial reaction to PenJay was not a positive one. It was hot and crowded, and I wasn’t in the best of moods before those two pet peeves gpt tweaked when we got there. Add in too dark/blasting crap Indo techno and the aforementioned hunger misery, and I was almost ready to just BAIL and go pig out and take a nap.

But after some food I felt a bit better, and soon enough noticed that there were girls literally crawling all over themselves to press up against us and get us interested in a standard short-time rental. Hunterman especially had girls literally all OVER him, possibly from his almost maniacally spinning head casting leers in all directions so fast that no one girl could keep his attention. Mx and I seemed a bit lazier (lol, or maybe more POLITE!) in paying attention to whatever ended up directly in front of us.

The only PenJay girl I remember from that night was a quite tall light-skinned Indo girl with what seemed to be strong facial features and a rather meaty ass. An especially meaty ass when compared to her overall thin-ness. Of course since she had almost NO tits to speak of, I wasn’t immediately interested in what “door #1” offered! After having almost exclusively D+ cups on a nightly basis on this trip, I wasn’t impressed with the I.B.T.C. girls.

But ‘my’ girl was in no hurry to give up her post directly in front of my face, eyes locked on mine. And the more I stared at her and the more she forced my hands to squeeze her meaty ass, the more she grew on me! Didn’t take TOO awfully long after the stomach got sated for the groin joint to start exerting upward pressure in my pants.
I tried kissing my girl to seal the deal, as I was still a little leery about Indo ‘bule acceptance’ issues from past bad encounters in Batam.

While kissing (true DFK, anyway) was wholeheartedly avoided with this girl (soon to be anointed MAN-FACE after reviewing morning after pics!!!), her constant rubbing against my groin quickly won me over, and after I got the pricing/logistics info from Mx, I wasn’t long on pulling the trigger with her for an onsite ST trip upstairs. 200K plus a 50K standard tip seemed slightly expensive for ST when I was crunching pre-trip budget #’s, but once onsite in Jakarta, it seemed quite the BARGAIN, something hammered home time and again with the almost universally AWESOME performance by the Jakarta brothel girls in the rack. It’s been said often on this site, but is there really ANY overpaying if the sex delivered at ANY p4p site if the service truly rocks your WORLD? While I am certainly a relative pauper on almost ANY scale, I have rarely complained about the short time prices in Jakarta. Which is a compliment, in my book, as in my favorite mongering destination, Angeles City, such money gets me all-nighters.

MANFACE was not even close to the best lay I’ve had in Indonesia, but she certainly did the trick. She gave me what I’d soon find out was mostly a session by the numbers: She started by kissing lightly on the face, then working her way down; stopping briefly at the nipples, peck on the navel, then teasing, tongue-probing in the naughty-parts region. Which quickly paid off in a fair-to-middling Jakarta-standard BBBJ. Indo short time brothel cocksuckers get a damned enthusiastic endorsement from me! And Man-face seemed content to blow me for as long as I liked.

I soon opted for penetration, however, and she was rather agreeable to that too, as long as there was no DFK involved. I got SLIGHTLY frustrated that she shied away from full-on tonsil hockey, but pawing the hell out of her ass while banging away doggie style quickly redeeemed her! Load purge #1 in Jakarta felt dammmmmmned good!!!

I was so damned happy afterwards that I don’t remember almost anything from that first night in Penjay other than a quick look into L.A. Bar, a place I’d soon come to judge as vastly superior to Sari Ayu.

I seem to remember us not staying too awfully long in PenJay after that first session before we headed to My Bar at Blok M. And, again, my initial reaction to Blok M was pretty ‘blah’. When we arrived at close to midnight, My Bar had a whole LOT of girls, but also seemed to have a whole LOT of local ex-pats completely ignoring them. I quickly resented their crowding up the place, loudly slapping each other on the backs while carrying on and taking up space in the BROTHEL! Have I mentioned that I was cranky and don’t EVER like crowds?

I remember excusing myself at some point to go look for food again, and ended up having a quite relaxing meal on the 2nd floor at My Bar where the only people besides myself and a couple of poof-looking bartenders was a couple of DAMNED friendly (and tom-boyishly cute) waitresses that were mighty curious about this bule.

After the tithe to the stomach, I went back downstairs where mercifully Mx and Hman were ready to head back home. Mx had hooked up with a girl, while Hunterman seemed a bit pooped and ready to crash like I was SOOOO in the mood to do myself.

That day wasn’t at ALL the best of my mongering adventures, but it was very, very memorable for various reasons. Many of them negative, unfortunately. Jakarta, for ME, was a bit of an acquired taste. Ain’t it funny how awesome sex on demand with nameless hotties helps a place ‘grow’ on you, though? :-)

Manface, in all her glory:

Photos: Manface 62 63 64 65

Photos: Manface 66 67 68 69

Way to go Porker, you probably captured the essense of the Penjay experience the best -- the sights, the babes, the crowds, the noise... I'm glad we all got to see and experience the place before the recent crackdown. I'm hoping its back to normal when I get back.

I am similary indebted to MX as well, I would never have considered Jakarta if it wasn't for his spot-on recs.

Manface is a damned sexy, espec. the last pic.

You call her Manface, I'll call her Womanbody.

One of my life's dreams is have MX escort me around Jakarta.

GREAT writing, as usual, Porker. I've been waiting for this--to relive our experiences through another set of eyes is fun for me. More, please, more.

My first night in Jakarta was a little blurred too, I don't remember my nameless hottie from Sari Ayu. Jakarta definitely took a day or two to grow on me, there was so much sensory overload.

...she had almost NO tits to speak of...

Huh? Your girl sure has a nice body, captured so well in the last photo, but the tits are there. And she's cute enough, from most angles. Maybe there's just not enough tits for a connoisseur like you to TALK about.

what can i say, awesome write up as usual. and man-face isnt' that man faced. i think she's cute.

and i agree, jkt is relatively expensive,...in fact, i end up spending more there than any other sea location, but i've almost never regreted a penny i've spent there.

I think she's quite attractive myself, but she did have some strong features.

Re: her tits, they weren't being shown off in the bar, and as many of us have found out, Indo girls usually are packing more sweater meat than expected once the package is unwrapped. Just another reason to LOVE the place!

That last pic is my favorite of her as well, and as I told Mx before when reviewing them, the gap between her thighs there seems almost freakish.

I think we can all agree that MongerX is da MAN!!!

Oh, and thanks for the nice words. Always nice to feel appreciated.

I loved Mx's observation on the indos: They can see in the dark and can't hear....Very appropro for the clubs

Nice report Pork and agree, Jkt takes a couple of days to acclimate but once comfortable, it can be a hell of a ride!

Enough with the praise for showing you around. The real compliments belong to the sexy - tight pussy having - fuck you through the mattress Indo girls. In Jakarta, while not all winners, the percentage of greatlooking and good attitude fucks is the best of any place I have ever been. Yeah it's more expensive per pop than AC and Batam, but it doesn't keep a frugal man like me away.

Great read that accurately represents the stress of travel and also a large part of why Jakarta is an acquired taste. North Jakarta mongering isn't anything like the usual SEA places reported on here and it does take some time to get acclimated.

Man face is OK looking, but definitely in the second tier at Sari Ayu. Lots of hard bodied bodies still unblemished from chicld birth that will provide service as least as good as you describe. A girl like this offering up mediocre service ain't gonna keep the bellies back in the kampong full of rice.

However, it sure does seem like I often bang a second tier gal getting the first nut of the trip out of the way. I know that first nut is gonna get served up pronto -- so why waste it on a girl who you will want to savour?

Also, don't worry about being a little difficult, we all have our whiney little bitches moments when traveling.

Porker

Your usual Pulitzer worthy trip report. After reading it though I'm not sure how you really feel about JKT. Was it worth the expense and trouble to get there ??

Given my horrible travel inertia a place has to blow my sox off to get me to pack up and leave a place I'm already being blown every which way I want. I plan on another AC run in the next couple of months. If you were happily rollin in Pinay puki would you go back to JKT again ??

Was it the man face that attracted you to this girl ? There's a lot of those in Thailand . Perhaps you should reconsider going back there ?

There is a side to Jakarta I am just discovering that will give you the same GF sex as in North Jakarta, with much more upmarket girls and is totally free. Look on the boards like Adultfriendfinder or Alt.com and there are a plethora of girls and couples desperate for a session or two with a bule. I have tried these boards in other countries with little success, either the response was dire or the girls do want money or a relationship.

In Jakarta I had so many responses I could not deal with them all, but ended up having over 10 sessions, every one GFE ++ with some very kinky bits and a virgin thrown in! Sure they were not all stunners, but were all doable varying from 6-9. Without exception they spoke good English and were from the middle classes of Jakarta and good fun to be with too.

I am busy lining up a good few more for my next trip in June, when I will be around for two months and things are definitely still very positive having at least 15 sessions already lined up and waiting. I will not be giving up pay for play, but it is definitely worth giving this source a try.