Ah, Jakarta. I had been dreaming about returning to the Big Durian for nearly a year, after a very pleasant introduction at the end of 2005. And now I was back. Back to further my knowledge about all the surreptitious delights on offer in this particularly steamy corner of Java. What follows is a fairly accurate reconstruction of an awesome trip, with a few expurgations here and there. Many thanks go to MongerX, all around great guy and the nonpareil when it comes to mongering in Indonesia, who I had the good fortune of spending the week with, just like last year. There were many days where I was blissfully content to simply go where he had already been. You’ll see what I mean…

The flight from Bangkok on Thai took 3 and a half hours. Off the plane, I walked very briskly to the visa on arrival line, where I was only 5 persons back. The line soon built up behind me for quite a distance. I got the 30 day visa for $25 US, then took off for immigration, where I had much less luck with the line. I was way back, and unfortunately chose the line with the slowest immigration officer in Jakarta.

After I grew a beard and composed a novel, I finally got my passport stamped, hit an ATM, grabbed my bag, and jumped in a Silverbird taxi for the ride in. MX and I were staying at the Novotel Mangga Dua this time around, with the Sparks being abandoned as a base of operations. The Novotel is a great place to stay, aside from a few burps with housekeeping that I’ll mention later.

Beside being back in Jakarta and being reunited with MX, I was also looking forward to finally meeting Xenono, who was joining us for the first few days. I’ve been on the board for over 5 years, and Xen was one of the cadre from my early days that I hadn’t met yet.

After getting a new SIM card for my phone, I gave MX a ring. I had just missed him and Xen, as they were on their way down to the Melawai Hotel. So I jumped in a cab and tried to meet them there. Here I was foiled. Jakarta was having one of its notorious traffic jams, and I had barely moved a mile from the hotel in 40 minutes. The lanes going northbound back to the hotel were wide open, so I finally gave up and told the driver to return to the hotel. A text to MX I’d just meet them when they got back.

Shortly after I got back to my room, went into Carrefour to stock up on my favorite Jungle Juices (yes, that really is their name) and bottled waters, then wound up having dinner at the Novotel’s restaurant. Going to dinner also had me walking by the pool, and I got to see just what a fantastic swimming pool they have at that hotel. It definitely had me thinking….

MX and Xen came to my room around 8:30 or so, and I finally got to put a face to the handle with Xen. We hung out and chatted until 10, when we saddled up to visit the Malioboro down on Hayam Wuruk. The place is one of those combination spa/brothels that dot the Jakarta landscape. One has the option of utilizing the services of one, the other, or both during a visit.

After we entered, we changed into our “pajamas” as Xen called them, checked out the jacuzzi/sauna area, and then went upstairs to what one could call the Party Room. As we entered, the first thing I heard were numerous girls squealing out Monger X’s name, something that you get used to when hanging with him here. I swear he has laid half the city by now. My attention was then diverted to the stage in the middle of the room, where a squad of five gogo dancers were acting like the energizer bunny on speed.

Then I looked to my left to scan the chairs and couches against the wall where the girls were on view. I immediately locked on to a very hot spinner, who responded by giving me probably the worst bule stink-face that place has ever seen. Okay, I guess she’s out of the picture…. But damn she was hot.

At that point in time, I didn’t see much else, and continued on, trying to keep up with the boys. Then as I turned around, I saw all the Chinese eye-candy. Wow. The selection was superb, and there were a number packing some major appendages upstairs. Most were wearing bras, thong underwear, and a see-through sarong. Unfortunately, like all the Chinese girls in Jakarta, they were priced up in the thin air region, so I didn’t even think about trying. Not to mention that I really didn’t want to anyway, as I was there to focus on ceweks.

The three of us had turned into four, as one of the squealing welcome committee had latched onto MX, and we made our way to a table that was occupied by some of MX’s local friends. I met a number of these guys this trip and they’re all very cool. Then we just drank, chatted, and scoped out the women. Xen was a little self-conscious that so few of the guys were in their pajamas, but I did point out another table where they were all similarly clad. Finally he found a girl to take up, and MX went with the one that had latched onto him.

I did several more swings by the tables where the Indonesians were sitting, but nothing was working for me beyond the aforementioned spinner, so I finally bailed, briefly meeting Xen in the locker room, as he had finished his session and was going to up for another. I negotiated a taxi to the hotel for 20,000 as I couldn’t find a Blue Bird at 1 am (for those unfamiliar with Jakarta, Blue Birds are the usually honest taxis that use meters – most others have rigged meters, or you just negotiate the fare with them). Since I had popped 4 times the previous day, I decided to call it a “rest day” and crashed.

I met up with MX and Xen for breakfast at the Novotel’s buffet the next morning. The Novotel has an excellent spread for breakfast, and I only missed it once during my eight day stay. We plotted strategy for the day as we wolfed down our eggs. MX and I decided to give priority to Xen, as he only had two days left.

So it was decided to take him for his first ever visit to the Club Hombre rest and relaxation facility located right there in Mangga Dua, also known as Sands. After our soaks and steams, it was time to get our massages. And it was here that MX scored his first nomination for wingman of the year award. You see, if you ever read my trip report from last year, you’ll know that I had a favorite masseuse at Sands who gave an excellent, sultry, sensual massage, followed up by incredible hand jobs. In fact, the very first hand job she gave me was out of this world – it almost felt like I was inside a vagina. Anyway, MX had told me some months prior that she, #87, no longer worked there, so I wasn’t expecting her to be there this time around.

However, when we were at “the board” looking at the numbers, he asked if the 87 was the same as the one before, and it turned out that indeed she was. So him being the officer and a gentleman that he is, he gave her to me. After we were all lead back to the massage rooms, we were standing in our doorways chatting while waiting for our girls to show up, when 87 turned the corner, saw me, and said, in English, “Oh my god.” That in itself was surprising, as she speaks very little of our tongue. But I certainly was delighted to see her.

The reunion was wonderful. The massage was as good as I remembered it, and the HJTC was good. Not one of her better efforts, but definitely pleasurable. And as usual, I whipped her substantial coconuts out of their holding cell and fondled them as she stroked the little Murasaki. Afterwards, I had her follow me to the locker room so that I could give her a tip – if you check the tip off on the sheet you sign, they have to wait a month to get it from the house, so they prefer to follow you to the locker and get the cash immediately. I gave her 50,000, my usual for a HJ there. When MX saw me again, he quipped “So you must be loving Jakarta right now.”

The three of us then taxied over to Kota Indah to hit the “Penjay” bars. We began at MTR, where Xen and I both took girls up. I chose Ichi, an 18 year old from somewhere on Java, I couldn’t quite make out where. It was a so-so session. I really couldn’t get into her once her clothes came off. I worked her hard, but ultimately I couldn’t shoot, so I gave her a rest and called it a session. The price at MTR was 220,000, and I gave Ichi a 50,000 tip.

Xen and MX had moved over to Royal, per the text MX sent me (having a cell phone is an indispensable tool when mongering in Asia), so I joined them there. Whoa. The place had a lot of hot girls. I found them sitting with one of MX’s friends whom I had met the night before at Malioboro. They all were bouncing ceweks on their knees. I got a drink and started scanning the fishbowl. Finally I settled on one whose body intrigued me – so MX’s friend got the papasan to get her out for me.

Her name was Nanda. She was a slinky, 24 year old Jakarta girl, not quite short enough to be a spinner, so I’ll have to classify her as a gumby. She had a very positive reaction when she was brought to me and we hit it off. I ordered us drinks and we sat down with the rest of the group. Her body felt quite nice as she snuggled up to me; she also had very soft skin, which is always a big plus in my book. Oh yeah, we had a winner. I believe all 4 of us took our girls up. I had a great session with Nanda. I went down on her, and was able to pop with no problem while doing doggie, as she was a lot more snug than Ichi was. The cost at Royal was 250,000, and I gave her the usual 50,000 tip. She wouldn’t let me take any nude shots, but here’s a couple of her clothed:

Photos: Nanda 01 02

I stumbled downstairs in a glow, found MX and said “I love Jakarta.” He was on cloud 9, as he had an excellent time with the bundle of tits that he did. I think her name was Tia or something like that. Anyway, we headed over to Hayam Wuruk and then we split up. Xen and I hit the ATM that gives 2.5 million and then I took him to the Tamani Café for dinner, while MX and his local friend hit the 99 beef noodle joint. As Xen and I were walking to Tamani, we were greeted by the usual thousands of “Hey Mister” that one hears here from strangers on the sidewalks and streets. He mentioned that he was trying to come up with a title for his Jakarta trip report. I immediately quipped that I had my title figured out already – They Call Me “Mister” was going to be it.

I had also been exchanging texts with my GF from the last visit, and had arranged a tryst with her that night. MX and his friend finished fast and went to Hotel Travel. Xen and I ate much slower. So when we finished, I walked him down Mangga Besar and showed him where Travel was, then headed to Lokasari to meet the GF. God, there were tons of cute girls walking around Lokasari – the eye candy was first rate. And so was the GF. She showed up looking damn hot. Whoa. I am a lucky guy tonight. And even better, due to a change in her domestic circumstances, there was now no problem with her staying the entire night with me.

So we taxied back to the hotel, where we made love while the first Lord of the Rings played in the background on the TV. Another difference from the previous visit was that this time she let me go down on her (she refused to let me eat her on the last trip), so I ate her for a long time. After I popped, the movie ended and we fell asleep. I had 4 sessions that day – quite unusual for me these days, and was ready to crash.

And let me tell you – I was definitely loving Jakarta.

To be continued…

Excellent report. And Nanda sure looks hot.

With all the traveling I have done recently, I don't know if I have any standing to be jealous, but jealous I am. I'm going to have to check out Jakarta on my next Asia trip.

Morning wood made an appearance, as it is wont to do. Fortunately the GF was there to take care of it. After the morning drill was finished, we joined MX and Xen for breakfast. It was Xen’s last day, and he said he wanted to start at the Mangga Dua mall to stock up on software. The GF left and the three of us went to the mall. My plan with her was to spend every other night with her LT while I was in Jakarta, which meant 4 nights out of the 8. I made arrangements to see her Monday night before she left.

When we finished up at the mall, Xen told us that he needed to do some “speed mongering” and that he’d catch up with us later (“Did you say ‘speed mongering’?” was my incredulous reply to him). I was truly impressed with the mongering machine that he is. He can session 5 or 6 times a day, day after day. Having MX and I around would just slow him up when he is in speed mongering mode, so off he went.

MX and I, lazy mongerers that we are, went to Sands instead, and spent the afternoon getting pampered. The goal was for him to get 87, but it turned out she was double-booked (well it was Sunday after all). I had a decent massage from 56 with no happy ending. Then he and I grabbed a taxi out to west Jakarta to an area called Bendegewan, where we were to meet up with a few of his local friends and hit a couple of joints. We hit three places, but the pickings were slim at all of them, and no one bit. So we got our arms twisted in going back to Kota Indah, and started at Sari Ayu, where MX had a spinner for me to try. This is the point where I start to walk in his footsteps.

MX had the mamasan bring me the spinner. Rina was 18 and from Indra Mayu, and snuggled up to me as we all sat down on the stools. She seemed to be quite content with me, and I certainly was happy with her. Then something odd happened. One of the sub-mamasans began to make a fuss that I should be taking another girl – she even grabbed Rina away from me and thrust another one at me. MX and his friends were interpreting, telling me that apparently Rina was feeling sick, didn’t want to be with me, etc. They couldn’t quite get the story straight though, as the mamasan was being vague.

I wasn’t buying it. So I grabbed Rina back and she was quite happy. Talking with her, as much as I could through facial and sign language, she said she wanted to go up with me. MX’s friends warned me I’d be taking a risk going up, and I told them I’ll take the risk. The girl’s body language belied everything being told to me by third parties. So we went up, and I’m damn glad I listened to my instincts, because we had a great time. She was enthusiastic and full of smiles, and was quite camera-friendly. However, since I got a lot of spreadshots, I will just keep these in private reserve.

The price at Sari Ayu was 220,000, plus the standard tip of 50,000 to Rina. I stumbled downstairs at peace with the world, then pulled up a stool to admire the eye candy as I waited for MX to finish his session. The place was packed with good looking girls. Kota Indah was the complete opposite of my previous trip, when it rated the lowest on my scale. Now it rocked.

Via the magic of cell phones, it turned out Xen was just finishing at Royal, so we grabbed him and then set off for dinner. Our destination was John’s Steak, the famous sidewalk steakhouse that everyone has been raving about. It was my first visit, and I have to admit the steak was great. John really knows how to work that grill. In fact, Xen ate two of them, he was so hungry. Given how many sessions he did, I wasn’t surprised about that.

Xen wanted to continue with his speed mongering, so he took a taxi back to Kota Indah, while MX went back to Malioboro. No one can claim I didn’t give the place a second chance! MX quickly had a girl in his lap that he had done a few times before and his friends all had their girls as well. I on the other hand got nothing but bule stink-face again. I wasn’t about to sit around and suffer, so I cut the cord and told MX I was bailing. I wanted to go check out Anggrek and Stadium. When I got up to leave, MX’s girl asked why I was going. “Because I want to get laid” was my honest response. On the way out, Malioboro levied a 30,000 rupiah cover charge on me, something they didn’t do on the first visit. The place was definitely off my list.

I took a taxi down Hayam Wuruk and got dropped off close to the alley where Anggrek is. I had never been to it, but MX explained to me the location and I was able to find it with no problem, given that I knew the area reasonably well due to the proximity of Stadium. I walked in the door, and literally in less than a minute, I had picked a girl and was headed upstairs. I quickly spotted a cute spinner and thought “Oh yeah, you’ll do.” Tika was also 18, and also from Indra Mayu. We had a good session – nothing too spectacular, but quite satisfactory. Unfortunately she wouldn’t let me take any photos at all.

MX and I got back to the hotel around the same time, so we hung out in his room. That’s when I found out that I had just unknowingly done the Club Hombre welcome mat at Anggrek. Turns out that MX has banged her a few times, in addition to about 4 or 5 other hombres. Damn, turn me loose on my own into a brothel in Jakarta, and I STILL get a girl MX has done! I was laughing at the irony. He had one of his regulars, Wee Wee, coming over in an hour, and I left him to prepare for his all-night olympics.

Now I had heard about Wee Wee. In fact, he was banging her the last time I was in Jakarta. But I had never seen her before. He rectified that for me the next morning by swinging by and introducing us. Holy shit. My jaw hit the ground. Can you spell h-o-t-t-i-e? This girl was incredible. A spinner body, with a beautiful face, caramel-color skin to die for, and perky little bolt-ons. Now I could see why he has kept this girl in his stable for a year. Amazing.

After breakfast and getting shit done, Xen split for the airport, and MX and I decided to begin the day at Hotel Travel. It was too bad Xen was leaving so soon, as he was a nice guy and I enjoyed chatting with him. Hopefully we’ll monger again in the not too distant future.

We wanted to get to Travel early in order to get first pickings. I had heard the lineup there was damn good, but I was unprepared for what I saw. We walked in the door and I was gasping for air. I think squeals of delight were escaping me, but I’m not sure, as I was too busy trying to control the drool that was flowing down my chin. The lineup was incredible. I didn’t even have to choose a girl – MX told the mamasan that I liked skinny girls, and the mamasan ran over and grabbed a tall, slinky gumby girl. When she got closer and we could make out the girl, MX let out a gasp: “Shit it’s Inda!”

Ok, the mamasan just brought me another girl he had banged, more evidence to support my theory that he has slept with half the women in town. But I didn’t care. Inda was 22 and was smoking fucking hot. And those legs…. My mind was already banging her and we hadn’t even gotten back to our table. As I cradled Inda in my arms, MX gave me some 411 – she had been in his starting rotation, and then he blew her off, and hadn’t seen her for some months. He didn’t even know she was working at Travel. He warned me that he didn’t know if my association with him would impact my session, given the assumption that Inda was really pissed at him.

But she felt sooooo good in my arms, and my hands couldn’t keep off her legs, so I decided to brave the odds and take her up. Hell, maybe I could help soothe the anger and contribute in a small way to enhancing peace in our time. Again, my instincts proved correct. I had a good session, and was able to fuck her doggie standing up given her height and those long legs. I was definitely pleased and would repeat with her in a heartbeat. Here’s a few shots of Inda, though no nudes.

Photos: Inda 03 04 05 06 07

I can’t remember if he went up or not. The price at Travel is 275,000, plus the tip to the girl. After we left Travel, we went to Lokasari Plaza, where I hit the ATM, and then we went into TC’s. I quickly found a spinner named Christina, an 18 year old from Bandung. I opted to take her, much to my chagrin later. She turned out to be a total starfish and the worst session of the trip. She wasn’t bad looking, but was at a loss when it came to sex. The price for Christina was 250,000, plus tip.

Photos: Christina 08 09

MX had gone over to Bintang Mewar while I had sessioned, so I met up with him there. That night was a GF night. We had made arrangements to have dinner at Pizza Hut with my GF and another of his starting rotation, Nurue (don’t know if I’m spelling that correctly). He told me that I’d probably like Nurue. Another understatement from the master….

Neither one of us took a girl at Bintang. We hit the pharmacy to stock up and then walked to the Pizza Hut on Hayum Wuruk. Then Nurue arrived. Yowza. Like Wee Wee, I had to put my eyeballs back in. Nurue was a tall gumby girl with an incredible body, and like Wee Wee, looked a bit Thai to me. Let me tell you, MX has Jakarta wired, and his lineup of LT girls is phenomenal. Nurue was to be his LT that night, and of course, I had the GF, who showed up late and brought a relative. The relative turned out to be a rude bitch who threw a damper on the evening. After dinner, MX and his girl took a taxi back to the hotel, while I took a separate taxi with my girl and her relative to my girl’s apartment. She grabbed a few things while I sat in the cab, and then we headed for the Novotel as well. Shower, sex, sleep. You know the drill.

To be continued….

Ahhh more saki;

Thanks for the trip down memory lane.

I can smell the steaks at Johns; I can remember the feel of #87 and her incredible HJTC; I can visualize the girls at all the places you mentioned.

Someday I'll meet the infamous Xen and you. I know Mx well and you could not have been in better company.

Speed Mongering? I think that is a new term for the board but I sure as hell like the sound of it. Appeals to my more purient nature....LOL

Happy New Year buddy and enjoy your trips wherever they may take you in 2007.

Tchau

Sandman

Murasaki
Another excellent chapter in a great unfolding story.
Wee Wee despite the ridiculous name is indeed a hot young girl. My ex wife's nickname was Wee so doubling it conjures up some nightmares. I think I could get over it though looking at those long slim legs.

Sandman

Speed mongering fits Xen to a T ! In my more mature years I tend to take my time and choose wisely. Xen will hump almost anything that moves and threatens things that do not !

Yeah KM.

Like you, at my age I tend to pace it a little more. Now my old buddy Don Gringo is more like Xen. If it walks, talks and has a pussy, he will fuck it then start looking for the next hours victim.

have a happy and safe New Years

That looks like the girl MX hooked up with when we were at Total Cunts in Lokasari. I think if you look back at his reports or maybe mine, there are photos of her when he met her at TC.

Blazers, if you're talking about Inda, I believe he said he originally met her at TC's, so I wouldn't be surprised. If you're talking about Christina, he had never seen her before, nor I think, would he want to!

Today was to be “pool” day. My GF had been wanting to come over to lounge around the pool, and MX told Nurue to bring her swimsuit as well. I was really looking forward to getting some high quality shots with my DSLR of the GF and Nurue in wet swimsuits. GF and I wound up going to breakfast ourselves, as MX said he and Nurue were going to stay in bed. After we ate, we went down to Carrefour to get me some swim trunks, and then we hit the pool. As I’ve said before, the Novotel has an awesome pool, and we had it to ourselves, aside from the dozens of men attending a conference who were scoping the GF out through the windows.

We swam and lounged for about two hours. I was able to get a couple of shots of her, but she wasn’t cooperative and wouldn’t sit still to pose. The great disappointment was that MX and Nurue never showed up, so I never got to see what she looked like in a swimsuit. Damn!

Once both girls were on their way, MX and I commenced mongering operations and moved our forces to occupy Kota Indah. We began at Sari Ayu, where I wound up with, and I know this will come as a surprise, a spinner. She was slightly thicker than what I normally do, but she gave me all the right signs. Nina was 19, and came from Indra Mayu. We had even asked her in advance if “big” was ok, and she said it was. Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t. She was super tight and visibly in pain, which is always a huge turn off for me. I asked if she wanted to stop, but she said to continue. Given how tight she was, I was able to finish up quite fast, blowing her in doggie, my standard finishing position. Here’s a couple of shots of her. The white makeup doesn’t look good under the flash, but oh well.

Photos: Nina 10 11 12 13 14

After MX finished up, we grabbed a cab and went to western Jakarta again, this time to hit Tropical Spa. Tropical offers a package deal of a 90 minute legitimate massage and a 60 minute session with a girl of your choice. I think the package was supposed to be 300,000. My bill came out to 442,000 – apparently I had grabbed an expensive girl who had a 100,000 surcharge on her (she was a freelancer), plus I had a sandwich and a drink.

We met another of MX’s friends there, who I’ll call S. The place was similar to Malioboro in setup. You walk in and get your wrist band with a number (anything you purchase is billed to your number). Then you enter the locker room and change into your jammies. Then it’s up to the second floor to the lounge area. We sat at the tables and examined the girls, who sat on a couch against the far wall. I quickly settled on the one I wanted, even from that distance. Then S had the papasan bring the girls over to our table. They all got up and did a Conga line past us, each one shaking our hands and telling us her name. I really like this method, as it gave you the opportunity to scope out each girl up close. I wish the MPs in Thailand would do something like it.

The cutie I spied from a distance turned out to be a knockout up close. I about melted in my chair when she shook my hand and said her name was Nina. She had a beautiful face and a stellar body with Jakarta-issue bolt-ons on the chest. I was smitten. And so was MX. This is where he scored his second nomination for wingman of the year by graciously letting me have first dibs. Ironically, Nina was also 19 and from Indra Mayu, just like the Nina I did earlier that afternoon at Sari Ayu. I guess it was a Nina kind of day.

I opted for the massage first and this is where things turned a bit sour for me on tropical. My masseuse was very average. But my supposedly 90 minute massage only lasted for 70 minutes. Huh. Ok, I thought, time to meld with Nina. I went downstairs and the poppa-san brought her to me. Then she led me back up to our room, where I began to peel off her clothes. Yowza, this woman had a great body Lots of DFK in the shower, after which we discovered we only had one towel for the two of us to share. Then we got down to business. I ate her out, and she gave a damn good BJ, and threw in some deep throat action for good measure, bless her heart. To top it off, she had a tight box. I was having a great time.

After multiple positions, I maneuvered her into doggie for the grand finale. I was penetrating her to the core, our bodies in synch with each thrust, sweat dripping from our glistening skin and dappling the sheets around us. One hand clamped her waist while the other gripped a C-cup breast. The boys were locked and loaded, she was moaning – we were past crescendo stage – only a few more thrusts here… here it comes…. And…. The phone rang. Nina looked back at me and said she had to answer it. Damn. She disengaged from my cock and picked up the phone, then told me our time was up, kind of shrugging in a perplexed way.

Words cannot describe how I felt. What? We’re done? But…. But… There was no way we had run the full hour. And I was sooo close. But there was nothing I could do. We showered and shared one very wet towel, laughing at the Tropical’s stinginess with the linen. She had a great attitude and was generally sorry we got cut short, but she definitely didn’t want to violate house rules. I begged her for some photos, but she wouldn’t let me take any, even fully clothed. Maybe someone will get luckier in the future. Hell, maybe someone will even get to bust the nut with her in the future.

When I got downstairs, S was surprised to see me. “Wow, that was fast” he said. Turned out my one hour session went for 45 minutes. I had conflicting feelings. I was glowing from a great session with a beautiful woman, while I was simultaneously pissed at Tropical for ripping me off twice on the time – especially the second time! MX was still upstairs. S and I were at the bar, and the owner appeared, so S asked him why I was clipped on time. He just shrugged it off. He was more upset about the fact there was only one towel in the room, and he even went up to talk to the room attendant about it. Tropical got the big thumbs down for me. I filed it in the Malioboro category.

MX wanted to hit 99, his beef noodles joint, for dinner, and S joined us. After we ate, I opted to head back to the hotel, as my stomach had been on edge pretty much all day. S dropped MX off at Kota Indah, and then he took me to the Novotel, where I crashed.

At breakfast with MX the next morning, I learned that Wee Wee had appeared during the night, so he had been a busy man. As a consequence, we got something of a late start that day, later than we normally do. After MX hit the money-changer, we took an Ojek to Hotel Travel. On our previous visit, I had pointed out to him a big-titty girl that he subsequently had on the brain, and he wanted to do her. I had no agenda beyond getting laid with any of the many hot ceweks I saw on my last visit.

He grabbed his bag of tits and went up. I wound up choosing Ana, a 19 year old from Bandung. Ana barely spoke a word of English. However, I wound up chit-chatting with her quite a bit during the session. How? Turns out that I discovered by accident that she spoke Japanese, so we communicated through our mutual third-party tongue. Ana spent 9 months working in Japan as a dancer at a karaoke joint. It’s not often I’m able to actually have a conversation with a girl in Indonesia, so I was enjoying the fact that we could talk a lot.

That was the good part. The bad part was she had a cold sore, so no kissing. And she couldn’t give head very long, because it hurt too much with the cold sore. And then… well, there was a problem with her box. Now I’ve stuck my dick in some rather large caves before, but Jesus Christ, this girl was Carlsbad Caverns. I mean talk about throwing the salami down the hallway. I swear my cock was hovering in thin air in that thing. I couldn’t get any traction at all – nowhere near enough to blow a load. Believe me, rubbing it against one side of the vagina doesn’t work very well. I finally gave up without blowing a nut. It just wasn’t going to happen. Two sessions in a row without blowing. The boys were certainly building up some reserves. Here’s a few shots. She’d only let me take pictures of the top.

Photos: Ana 15 16 17 18 19 20

Downstairs I met up with MX, who was disappointed with the bag of tits. On the way out, I saw a tall, slinky gumby girl that I just had to have. And of course, it turns out that not only did MX know her, he knew her very well. He was kind of surprised to see her, as it had been a while since he had laid eyes, or any other body part for that matter, on her. Her name was Ria, and I did my best Douglas MacArthur by mumbling “I shall return” before MX and I disappeared into the night.

Well, actually we disappeared to John’s Steak. This time we had the tenderloin, as they were out on our previous visit. After another scrumptious reload, we set off for destination two: Stadium. I still hadn’t been there this trip, and was itching for a visit. We began on the second floor. MX dashed into the toilet, and as he came out, he just about bumped into a tiny thing who was giving him the look-over. We sat down in the disco area and the mamasans started throwing girls at us. They would up throwing the tiny thing at him and she stuck. She was on him like a fly on shit. She seriously dug MX.

Unfortunately for me, there were no bogeys to track, and I told MX I was going up to the fishbowl on the third floor. He put his girl on ice and said he’d join me just to check things out. Wow, talk about night and day. I walked through the door and my radar was blaring out targets that were sitting there on the couch. Now this is more like it. I snuck a look in the fishbowl and then came back down the hallway to the lounge, where I got surrounded and smothered by ceweks. God I love Jakarta.

I had it narrowed down to two. One was a gumby girl with short hair, the other a slinky, long-haired girl. And then a mamasan threw another at me and my radar locked. “Waiter, I’ll take this one.” Her name was Mila, an 18 year old from Ciribon, and she was quite yummy. The photos below don’t do her face justice.

Photos: Mila 47 48 49
Admin: Photos accidently deleted so were integrated late

At this point in time, a great session would be one in which I’m actually able to cum. By that measure, this sessioned shattered the mark. She gave me total GFE. We smooched so much, I thought my lips were going to fall off. I was also relieved to discover upon insertion that she had a nice box. Ahhhh. This is what a vagina is supposed to feel like… After multiple positions, I would up popping in a sideways spoon, putting an end to that little unwanted streak. Mila was a great girl and would definitely repeat.

The price at Stadium was 257,000. Don’t ask me why it was such an odd number, but that’s what I have in my notes. I waited outside for MX to finish up with the little tree-hugger, then we split for the hotel. It was a GF night, and I needed to get back to meet her. MX and I went shopping at Carrefour, and I got a freeze to down. Then the GF arrived, and…. You know. Shower. Sex. Sleep.

To be continued…. (and the best is yet to come).

The last chick is delectable...

Great reporting.

I remember seeing your Stadium girl on my first trip there and having buyers remorse as I had already made a choice. She is a serious hottie and looks to have some sort of Euro mix. Stadium was one of my favorite places while in JKT.

I guess getting the early knock isnt something that just happens in Tijuana. I am guessing that one of her regular local customers who may or may not hav been VIP was ready to have a session with her and they cut you short to succumb to the wishes of the local over the bule. I never had anything like that happen in JKT as I usually blow my load pretty quick with these tight boxes but if I were in the same position as you, I would not have acted with very much tact and would have blown my stack. Good thing you just chalked it up to experience and moved on, probably the right thing to do.

What, Blazers actually likes one of MY girls? Mila came to my room a few times before work after I met her at Stadium (one of the good things about staying at Sparks, a 10-minute walk around the corner from Stadium).

Good writing and excellent reporting, Murasaki, it brings back the memories. Some seriously cute girls, too.

Nice Murasaki, very nice. Just goes to show you, you can have too much fun....!

As Moondog says, "enjoy the life"

Keep the reports and photos cuming buddy.

Love those bolt on tits of the Indo girls.

Hunterman, you have always made incredible choices in Jakarta(it's fairly easy as the place is loaded with hotties outside of Ramadan time). It's in the other countries where you slip quite a bit...doesn't matter as long as you enjoyed it. Sometimes the fuglies give 10 times better service than the hotties who can give starfish service from time to time. In Jakarta, it seems like the quality of service goes up with quality of looks....very rare in the mongering world.

Fine work, Blazers! I'm definitely loking forward to my trip to Jakarta.

Oops...meant "fine work, Murasaki." Too many beers already...

saki, nice reporting.... jkt is really blowing up on all asia boards now and your pics and reporting showcase what jkt really has to offer.

blazers....
as for hotties and service...i've found that service dramatically improves with the decline in looks. i think that's universal.

as far as mila, she's a nice provider and is over 18 yo fyi (glanced at her id when i met her about 18 months ago. She might have been my 3rd or fourth stadium girl and surprisingly she had sort of a crush on me. easily the hottest one there at the time. the rest of the crew had very asian looking eyes whereas she had bigger eyes...probably why hunter, you and i picked her and the same reason why me and blazers also overlap on gals from jkt. too bad she has somewhat droopy tits from child bearing and has since dev a mild acne problem. back in the day she was quite stunning....and still is!

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Thursday was a weird day, a roller-coaster ride of lows and highs. The apogee was marked by the crown jewel of the trip; it ended with a whimper with a comically incompetent pest at Sands.

It began as it usually did when the GF was there – a pounding around 7 or so, then we joined MX for breakfast, where he cracked me up when he said “Dude, I just gotta tell ya, I’m totally perving on your girl and that thong underwear she’s wearing.” After she left, we grabbed a cab for south Jakarta, as MX wanted to hit the Melawai Hotel. I had never been, so I was keen on exploring some more virgin territory. MX wanted to do his favorite threesome, and phoned both girls in advance to reserve them. He could only get through to one of them.

The Melawai’s MP is situated in a place you’d never expect. You take the elevator to the 6th floor, and then walk down a winding hallway past guest rooms. The MP is situated at the end of the corridor. The place has definitely seen better days. The lounge area reminded me of a Ramada Inn or Howard Johnson’s, circa 1975. The décor and furniture certainly looked as if they’d been there since Glenn Campbell was topping the charts with “Rhinestone Cowboy.”

MX’s efforts came to naught. Just as we walked through the door, another bule had both of his girls, and was taking them off for his own threesome. Not only was he disappointed, but he was pissed at the one he did talk to on the phone, because she told him she’d wait for him. The rest of the pickings were mighty slim, and neither one of us saw anyone we wanted, so we bailed. We decided to take the Trans-Jakarta express bus back to Kota, and time it. From the terminal in Blok M to the stop near the Mercure Rekso, it took 34 minutes, not bad at all.

From the bus stop we walked to check out another place that was new to me. It was called Raya Sayang (I think, MX may need to correct this), and it had some type of affiliation with Hotel Travel, which I’m still not clear on. The ground floor was dead, just a simple bar in the middle surrounded by a lot tables and chairs, and some listless girls draped here and there for good measure. It reminded me of a food court.

The second floor was a disco, which we passed on, and headed to the third floor, which is where the booking desk with photos is located. I have to say that after experiencing these “photo” places out at Bendegewan a few days prior, and then this place, that there is simply no substitute for seeing (& feeling!) your potential partner in person. These photos simply don’t reflected reality. The other drawback for me is that they’re all face shots – and for me, the body is of prime importance. In other words, I can’t see what they’re packing downstairs, which is always a make/break factor for me.

So we looked over the photos and rolled the dice. MX’s girl appeared fairly soon, but mine literally took 10 minutes to climb up the stairs – not a good sign. I think she needed that time to haul the extra weight she was packing in her thighs and butt, because it certainly was plentiful. I passed. I thought MX liked his girl, and I told him to go ahead, I’d just head up to Kota Indah. But he decided to pass as well, and we cabbed to Kota Indah. This time we began at LA Bar, where I commenced to plumb the depths of hell. My nadir took the form of Indri, an 18 year old from Cirebon. I made a mistake earlier in this report when I mis-labeled a girl the worst session of the trip. Those honors definitely go to Indri. What a disaster.

To start with, she refused to kiss, and she refused to let me suck her nipples. It got so bad, I threatened to walk downstairs several times – and in hindsight, I should have. Even if the mamasan wouldn’t let me substitute another girl, I should have just eaten the 220,000. But I didn’t, and wound up with a true grudge fuck. I left with a bitter taste.

I had been wanting to repeat with Nanda at Royal, as she had been on my mind all week. So after that disaster, I figured she was the perfect palliative. So we’re standing outside the fishbowl, in that little hallway that’s always crowded, and MX ask the mamasan to get Nanda for me. It turned out that she was upstairs eating lunch, and I’d have to wait a bit for her to finish. Just then I turned to my left, and my dick leapt out of my pants. Holy shit. A beautiful, tall and slender girl brushed by me, and was presented to another guy about five feet away.

MX was standing next to me, and I said “Jesus Christ.” I watched to see if the guy took her, and amazingly he passed. My brain and pulse were racing. Do I wait for Nanda, or do I jump on this. Out of the hazy mist, I heard MX’s voice, sounding like a wise and distant Yoda, intone his famous advice: “A bird in the hand…” Suddenly Nanda faded from the radar and I leapt for the bird. She had just passed me walking back to the fishbowl. I tapped the papasan and pointed to her. He reached out and grabbed her hand, spun her around and presented her to me. She smiled. I gushed and grew weak in the knees. I put both arms around her, pulled her close and said “I’ll take this one.”

I was already glowing. I had a good feeling about this girl. So off to the window I went to pay the 220,000 and I commenced my ascent up the stairs of heaven. Dian was her name. She was 18 and came from Bandung. She was a intense, passionate kisser, the best lip-locker I’ve ever encountered in Indonesia. Her body felt so damn good it was like I was being fed the giddy drug at the dentist office. I can’t remember all the details. I know I went down on her. I remember she was clutching the sheets. I know I did her standing up, from behind, which I like to do when I have a tall girl. I remember the bed vibrating with ecstasy. And I know I blew for all I was worth in doggie. It was an intensely pleasurable haze. This girl was sent from the gods to make good on Murasaki’s mongering soul. If I had more time in Jakarta, I would have taken her out LT. It was that good.

And to add icing to the cake, she let me document the process of the post-coital shower, the clean up, and redressing that we always watch these girls go through after the session is over. I now present for your viewing edification a little show.

Photos: Dian 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40

I departed Cloud 9 and gently floated downstairs, deep in the afterglow of excellent sex. If that isn’t bliss, I don’t know what is. Somewhere in the mist of life, I found MX and giggled some ridiculous words about loving Jakarta. I don’t know if he went up or not. All I remember is that his favorite bag of tits, Tia, had shown up, running over from the dormitory. She had the day off for her period, but the bamboo grapevine got word to her that he was there, and she high-tailed it over. Since she was off, she was free to go anywhere with him, so she agreed to come to dinner.

We were to dine at the Marriott’s buffet, and we were meeting one of MX’s friends there. Deep in my afterglow, I climbed into the front seat of the cab, while MX and his jugs of fun got in the back. We made good progress down Hayum Wuruk and past Monas. And then that’s when we came to the worst traffic jam I’ve ever been caught in. We sat. We inched forward. We crawled and stalled. It was miserable. My afterglow began to dissipate. The skies opened up and gave us a torrential downpour, temporarily flooding the streets. And my bladder began to beg for relief.

Eventually I spied a Wendy’s sign up ahead, and told MX that I may have to bail on him. I had gone from a sweet reverie of bliss with Dian to dreaming of peeing in a urinal at Wendy’s. Just as we got to Wendy’s, the traffic started to move, so I stayed put. Eventually we made our turnoff to the Marriott, and sped the rest of the way to the hotel. It took an hour and 20 minutes for us to get there. “MX” I said. “This had better be a damn good meal. And if I ever come down here again, I’m taking the Trans Jakarta bus.”

Well he was right. The spread there was phenomenal. I’ve been to the buffet at the Marriott in Bangkok many times, but that place paled in comparison. The place was huge. I dug the fresh juice stand. I discovered that it was seafood night. Since I can’t eat seafood, one of the chefs said he’d whip up some beef medallions for me. They wound up bringing me a whole steak. We stuffed ourselves. The desserts were awesome. I couldn’t move.

MX’s friend gave us a ride back to Glodock. I was in the back seat with MX and Tia, and my oh my was she frisky. I was expecting her clothes to come off at any moment and watch her climb on top off MX for some cowgirl action, but that didn’t come to pass. We dropped her off at the dormitory where the Royal girls stay, and then went to the Novotel. We decided to do a late night visit to Sands – just what the doctor ordered for our very full stomachs.

After the jacuzzi soak, I said I just wanted a girl who gave a gentle massage. So 133 was assigned to me and away we went. MX was in the booth next to me. Thus began my plummet back to hell. The elephant began mangling my body off the bat. I asked for gentle – they sent me the massacre specialist. I had to tell her several times to go soft, and stop pounding my body like a punching bag.

While I’m getting tortured, I hear pleasurable moans emanating from next door. A stray giggle here, a gasp there. Then I heard it, the unmistakable mantra. A soft “I love Jakarta” pierced the air. Meanwhile, the herd of buffalo was brake dancing on my back. Finally she flipped me over, pointed to the little guy and said “service?” I hesitated. Uh…. Hmmmm…. What should I do? Uh, ok. Then she did a first for me at Sands. She asked me how much I’ll tip. No girl has ever done that there. I told her I tipped 50k for a HJ. She was content with that, and went to work. Briefly that is. I kid you not, she stroked me for about two minutes, then quit, complaining that her arm hurt too much. She said she was finished. Ah, to the last she spitteth on me. My roller-coaster ride was over. I’ll let MX talk about his find, but apparently his girl was the ball massager extraordinaire, and he had a helluva good time.

My last full day in Jakarta dawned. I was leaving the next afternoon; soon my dalliance would end, and I would slogging my way back to the frigid icebox of North America. We both slept late and missed breakfast. Since it was my last night, I was taking the GF out to the movies and dinner. MX was joining us with Nurue to make it a double-date.

We went over to the food court that’s on the level above Carrefour and grabbed some lunch. While MX was getting his coffee, I was circled by four ceweks at a nearby bread stand, and having a ball flirting. There was one in particular I was really attracted to. She reminded me of Fitrie at TC’s from the last trip. And it looked like she might have been hiding some C-cups in her shirt. But she didn’t get off work until 10 pm, and I’d be with the GF by then. Damn. I got her number and told her I’d call the next time I returned to Jakarta. MX told her I was leaving the next day. One of the other girls took a strong liking to MX and gave him her number. He’ll have to report back on whether anything ever came of that.

My only goal was to hit Hotel Travel and do Ria, the girl I spotted as we left the place on my last visit. As luck would have it, she was literally just being taken up by a customer as we came in. So we told the mamasan that I would wait for an hour, and be sure to bring her to me when she came down. One new development at Travel that MX and I immediately noted was the new outfits the girls on the two left couches were wearing. They had on these see-through tops with no bras, and the tops were also open on the sides so that whenever a girl bent forward or moved, the jewels were on view. I loved it!

I settled into one of the tables with a drink to wait out my hour, and MX went up with his pick. Shortly afterward he came down. “So soon?” I said. Turned out that he had pulled a major lemon, and came down to exchange for another girl. He scanned the selection, but didn’t pull the trigger. It was a Friday and late in the afternoon, so the place was busy and a lot of girls were upstairs.

He was still sitting with me when the mama-san brought Ria to me. I could see her hesitate when she saw me, which is not a good sign, but then she saw MX and came forward. MX had raved about her, which is one reason why I was looking so keen to do her. She chatted with him a bit, and then I asked her if she wanted to go up with me. She said yes, so I said “Let’s go!” Not that I was eager or anything. Ria was 20, and from Cirebon.

Then the strangest thing happened. MX went up to look over the lineup again and was in discussions with the mama-san. Ria went back to the couch. I thought she was retrieving her purse. But then she sat down started doing make-up, and proceeded to ignore me. I was standing there looking at her thinking “What the fuck?” I finally shrugged at her, and made motions to the effect of “I don’t understand why you are doing this.” All I can guess is that she was waiting for MX to choose a girl, as she doesn’t speak much English. Finally she came to me, and we walked upstairs with MX and his new choice.

This time I got one of the better rooms that have the mirror on the ceiling. After the shower formalities were over, the ship hit some surprisingly rough seas. Ria got very squirrelly, and wouldn’t kiss. She was also making other demands of which I was not happy. I began thinking that I was going to have cancel and do an exchange as well. Ria wasn’t turning out to be anything remotely close to what MX had told me about her.

She finally relented on a few points after a bit of negotiation. But I remember being really disappointed and was expecting a sour session. And then like magic, the tide turned. Since she wouldn’t kiss, I began by licking the side of her breast. I swear she lit up like a Christmas tree. After I ravaged the nipple, she grabbed my head, drew it to her face, and I swear, started kissing me passionately. Whoa Nellie, this is more like it. Ms. Sybil managed to switch personalities on me, and suddenly the gumby of love was in my bed. From there on out it was a great session. She even enjoyed me rubbing my cum into her skin like a body cream. Go figure. She wouldn’t allow any nude shots, but here’s a few snaps.

Photos: Ria 41 42 43 44 45 46

During the post-coital analysis on the way back to the hotel, MX told me that Ria is for the most part not very bule-friendly. She tries to avoid us, which would explain her initial hesitancy when she first saw me. We surmised that she only agreed to go with me because I was MX’s friend, and that her initial behavior in the room was driven by nervousness. We’re almost certain that if I had gone in there without MX, Ria would have sent me packing with bule stink face.

MX changed and then we got back in the taxi to meet our dates at Gajah Mada, the mall where our movie was playing. The GF was there, and the three of us went up to buy the tickets. She and I went back downstairs to check out the dining options for after the move while MX was on the phone with Nurue.

When we got back upstairs, Nurue was there. And this is where the “snob” incident occurred. Apparently the GF looks down on Nurue. When Nurue reached out to shake the GFs hand, the GF’s phone rang. So instead of shaking Nurue’s hand or at least saying hello, she turned away and answered her phone, without even looking Nurue in the face. It was blatantly rude, and it pissed me off. I always try to treat people with respect, and I have no time for people who pull that kind of shit. It was the angriest I’ve ever been in Indonesia.

Once she was done with her call, she and I exchanged some very sharp words, the first time that’s ever happened. She even threatened to leave; she kept insisting she didn’t do anything wrong. But MX, Nurue and I didn’t see it that way. A bit later after we took our seats in the theater, the GF started to realize that she pissed off 3 people. She asked me if MX was angry with her. She switched seats with me so that she could sit next to Nurue, and chatted with her a little.

After the movie, we all had dinner downstairs at Hanamasu, a Japanese “cook it yourself” joint. Then we had the ice cream fiasco at McDonald’s, and failed in our innocent attempts at getting an ice cream cone. This is Indonesia after all. Then we all taxied back to the hotel. I packed while the GF watched James Bond. The next morning MX had breakfast with us, and we said our goodbyes. It was time to head for the airport and bring another chapter to a close.

I’ve now been to Jakarta twice. My knowledge was substantially deepened on this trip, not only to the location of new places, but also to how some of these places operate and some better ways to communicate. I continue to gain an appreciation for just how big the scene is, and just how many possibilities there are, especially for a bule who speaks Bahasa Indonesia. Jakarta is now my number one destination, moving Thailand to the second slot. This doesn’t mean that I’ll stop going to Thailand – I’m still addicted to Thai spinners, and there are a lot of plusses to LOS. But I will be spending a lot more of my time on trips to Indonesia. The place is rather addictive. After all, I love Jakarta….

Better and better and better! Congrats. Murasaki

Ah, to the last she spitteth on me....Ah, what does that mean? Did you tip her after her not finishing the job?

Seems like all the girls are either from Indramayu or Cerebon...those two cities are like hot brothel girl factories. I have never seen you take so many photos of one girl(the girl from Royal) since you did your huge photo spread of Tip from BKK.

I really wish you would not have taken photos of such hotties as this place just might get popular with the newbies like Pattaya and AC

Glad to see I'm not the only one who gets the ocassional bule stink face...was a crush to my ego the first time I saw it.

Mura, I noticed you used your sd800-- how did you like it? Very nice selection of gals--dian get a big DM thumbs up although I really dislike dyed hair on SEA gals. Very nice!

Again, nice work Murasaki.

I'm also interested in how the SD800 performed. I recently purchased a Panasonic FX07 to take advantage of the relatively wide lens on it, but the photos are a bit noisier than I like (something also confirmed by a review of the camera I saw, if I recall on Steve-digicams.com). Soon after purchase, the SD800 came out. My only reservation is the SD550 I have doesn't do a good job focusing.

I wish the Fujifilm F31, which came out recently, had a wider lens. Unfortunately, purchasing these P&S cameras always seems to involve compromises.

Murasaki:

Wow! What a great report. A very nice read, thanks a bunch.

Re: Sands. That was a nice relaxing afternoon we all spent there. I was amazed when 87 turned the corner and uttered those now famous words when she saw you "Oh my god!"

I had never done the hot-cold dip before and am a big wussy and can barely take it. The tingling afterward was quite an experience. I also liked the wet sauna there. I generally like wet saunas a lot more than dry ones.

Dinner at the Tomani Care was cool. Thanks for taking me there. I enjoyed the various chats we had both there and at the Sands while we waited for MX to come out.

Re: Speed Mongering. I will NEVER forget the look on your face and the sound of your voice when you turned to me and inquired, "Did you just say speed mongering?"

Re: Jon's Steak. Glad to hear you back one more time. That was the food highlight of the trip for me. I only ate there twice, but downed two steaks each time. I would have never thought the food at an outdoor sidewalk restaurant could be so good.

Re: Melawai. You want talk about speed mongering? I did four ladies there one afternoon. Two singles and one double session. I came each time. Now THAT was a fun afternoon. Sorry to hear you didn’t session there. I would recommend you give the place another try on a future trip.

Re: Bule Stink Face. I only received this at Malioboro. During my first trip in Nov 05 I had some really bad Bule stink face in both Lokasari and Kota Indah. It was really bad at Bintang Mawar my first around. This time at BM I had two incredible, mind blowing sessions and absolutely no bule stink face. Kotah Indah was much better for me as well. I think these places may have been bule-fied by MX over the past year.

But MX says my different attitude and working within the mamasan system is probably the reason why. He also commented that my 10-20 word Bahahsa Indonesian vocabulary probably helped a little as well.

Blazers:

I really don't think you will have to worry about Jakarta becoming like AC or Pattaya. I know you are half kidding when you say it, but the logistics and the reality of Indonesia just don't lend it to becoming really popular with Westerners.

The scene is too spread out. It caters mostly to locals. English is not widely spoken enough. All of us that have enjoyed and reported on Jakarta have all enjoyed the benefit of being shown around by someone who knows the scene really well. It that weren't the case, would we have all gone exploring by ourselves? Would we of had the good times that we did if we had ventured off and tried to find and explore these places alone?

Blazers, that term is the equivalent of "she twisted the knife after she stuck it in" or "she rubbed salt in the wound." In other words, after a terrible massage, I gave her a second chance and she blew that as well. Nothing was going to go right with her.

I've done a couple of large photo shoots with some girls since Tip, but I've only posted bits and pieces on the board for various reasons, mainly to keep the girl's identity secret, either at her request, or so that someone doesn't try to find her so that they show her what I've posted.

And I've gotten the local equivalent of bule stink face everywhere I've mongered (except for New Zealand), including Japan where I speak the language. I long ago accepted and got comfortable with the fact that some girls simply aren't going to want anything to do with you because of your nationality/ethnicity/size etc. It's just part of the game as far as I'm concerned.

Bwana, thanks!

DM and LAG: I really don't know what to say about the SD 800. I hadn't used a point and shoot for a long time and I must say it was difficult and frustrating for me to adjust to one from my DSLR. What was extremely hard for me to deal with was the shooting and processing speed. I'm used to 5 fps. This thing takes 5 seconds to process a shot. The zoom was also quirky to operate, but again I'm used to using my wrist on a lens. Some times I simply gave up on trying to compose shots with the zoom the way I wanted, as I couldn't get it just right.

Simply put, I guess I don't have enough basis for comparison with other point and shoots. It did ok enough in the low light environments, and it enabled me to take shots of girls that I wouldn't have been able to otherwise.

Xen, I was wondering if you were around, as I thought you would have chimed in by now. Hehehe, that quip you made about speed mongering was a classic. I think your assessment is right. Jakarta is not a tourist friendly city, which will prevent 90% of your typical mongering crowd from ever attempting or suceeding. There will still be a small core of guys who'll brave it on their own (I would have been one - I didn't know MX was going to be there on my first trip until a few days before I arrived. I was originally planning on being there solo), but most will stick with LOS and the PI, which are much easier to navigate.

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So what's so great about free range pussy ? Does it taste any better than pussy that's been rounded up and corraled in say NEP or Field's AV ?

Must be the thrill of the hunt or something. Me --I'm a lazy fucker and I'll use the Dick Cheney method of hunting. Hold on to that bird right in front of me until I'm ready to shoot !!

I'd rather not have to run down my quarry.

"DM and LAG: I really don't know what to say about the SD 800. I hadn't used a point and shoot for a long time and I must say it was difficult and frustrating for me to adjust to one from my DSLR. What was extremely hard for me to deal with was the shooting and processing speed. I'm used to 5 fps. This thing takes 5 seconds to process a shot"

I haven't have an issues with mine-- what are your settings? As for 5 FPS-- that rarely if even comes into play with girlie shots. The major down side to it as with all P&S is lack of immediate control over DoF tho...

KM--'m with u, walking bar to bar is challenging enough in terms of pussy hunting.

Murasaki - Great report, can I smell your finger?

KM - C'mon Dad, half of the thrill is in the hunt, epecially when the chicks are the predators and I'm the prey!

Goddamn I hate those little black boxes! They destroys any artistic qualities in these fine pictures Murasaki has taken.

Hombre-
Please consider an offshore site for hosting CH. I understand your dilemma, but the solution is aweful.

Free range pussy IS very tasty, lower in choleseral, and very high in antioxidants. Additionally, you burn more calories trying to catch the free range variety than farm-raised/captive pussy.

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Well I just got back from Jakarta AGAIN. I blew off China for the holidays and returned to my happy place. Of course I was without internet access for the last week.

So much to comment on, I won't do it at once. But my biggest reaction to your report is that I must not have been paying to much attention to your second Royal girl when you sessioned. I thought I just discovered her last week! hehehehee.

Anyway she became one of my favorites of this past trip and I did her I think three times. She is friggin awesome and it was my pleasure to splash in your cum on this one. I also took some great pics of her as well. Anyway Royal bar has rocketed up my rankings of Jakarta venues. First I found Tia, who had quit working in the bar that night after the Marriott dinner and has become the first or second pitcher in my long time rotation. (Wewe was in the kampong.) This cleared the way for your gumby goddess, and there is soooooooo many incredible girls to do in Royal now.

Also, I finally did a session at Rasa Sayang. Unfortunately I ran into Gumby Ria from your Travel Hotel visit. The Travel hotel girls go for only 250K at Rasa Sayang (3rd floor RS girls are 200K) but the rooms are a real step down. Any Ria and I had a seriously awesome reunion session. Not sure why you had a rough start, She was as wonderful as I remember. BTW I am gonna diss you photog skills, your photos are not doing Ria justice at all. But all your other pics rock-- hehehe.

As for your GF -- well she is a bit of a bule chasing sombong (snob) but she looks hot when her little g-string panties are showing. Nurul has to be one the genuinely sweetest girls and I hated to see her get disrespected like that. But maybe your GF was a little jealous noticing that you drooled when looking Nurul's way?

It was great hanging with you again this year. It's always a pleasure to hang with like minded mongers with similar temperments.

I am sure I will post some more comments tomorrow. But I sure as hell am not giving out my new Sands gem's number.

Whoa, Tia quit working after that night? What is she doing now to support herself? MX sure ain't footin' a sugar daddy bill.

Three times with Dian huh? I can only dream about that at this point. It's good to finally have you take one AFTER me. LOL

That was the first bad thing that ever happened with the GF. I still don't know what caused it. She also hasn't communicated with me since I left, so there is a good chance that relationship is in the history books and the field is wide open for the casting calls on the next trip.

Hmmm, now when can that be?.....

Tia now wants to be a good girl, and find a job working in a restaurant. I asked her how much would that pay. Her response was 450K a month. OK, I guess she doesn't have a real well thought out plan to match her noble intentions.

She didn't seem too stressed as the million rupiah I gave her over three LT's allowed her to pay her dorm for another month and give her a little cushion. Perhaps she will find Monger Y and Monger Z, to match her Monger X's once or twice monthly LT's. That would allow to do get buy OK with a little extra to send home to the kampung. BTW, she told me she would make about 500K a day working in Royal (that's probably 3 or 4 sessions a day.) Also her first job was working at Alexis Hotel in Ancol, one of the very high end Health Center places, where it costs 800K to book her for an hour. Just goes to show the main difference between a 220K and 800K girl is the facilities and her daily volume.

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Let me get this straight. She made 500k a day, and is now planning on going to 450k a month? Riiiiggghhhtttt..... Like you said, noble intentions, but that ain't gonna last.

Lets say she makes 500,000 x 20 days a month.

That would work out to 10,000,000 a month.

Now the Mx and Mz and Mys may donate 1,000,000 per visit for 3 days of GFE experiences.

That would work out to about 3,500,000 including her salary.

Hmmm, perhaps, if she gets a few more Mxs, it might work out if she can juggle their schedules happily & some of them are a little more generous than Mx.

Actually as many girls there are working in the brothel bars of Jakarta there are probably many times more who fit into this on the fringe mode Tia is moving to. I think the pressure the girl feels to do p4p is most often times driven by the pressure they get from home to send the bucks.

So the real question is she going to be able to resist the belly aching from the kampung about them losing 4 million rupes a month?

I wonder if a girls says she has a brood in the kampong to support it's always the truth.

Experience tells me that there is often the local "Bronches" boyfriend round the corner who lives off her income too!

Unless you are going to track their every movement, white is never white and black is never black. Its a shady world out there.