Jakarta Info

[Batam Man]

Originally Posted by Rainman

I quit farking only lah....lolz..

Anyway.. thanks for the tips...

Maybe we should have a beer together sometime.. I think I still hv your HP in my PM box...

Since so many raids in Indo now, why not we OrKuinize a Golf trip to Thailand. There's 1 guy over at the other thread saying that for S$400, you get 4 nights and 5 days. 2 games in Chiang Mai and 2 in Chiang Rai. All inclusive (air fair, hotel, green fee and even caddie and buggie).
Sounds goot?
http://forum.sammyboy.com/showthread...96#post1081396

[Rainman]

Originally Posted by Batam Man

Since so many raids in Indo now, why not we OrKuinize a Golf trip to Thailand. There's 1 guy over at the other thread saying that for S$400, you get 4 nights and 5 days. 2 games in Chiang Mai and 2 in Chiang Rai. All inclusive (air fair, hotel, green fee and even caddie and buggie).
Sounds goot?
http://forum.sammyboy.com/showthread...96#post1081396

Huh.... so nice?? Go China Ai Mai?

[Batam Man]

People do Thai for S$400, for the sake of China and RainMan, I pay S$200 more, S$600 for same package, any extra you pow?!!

[s_egg]

Bro LiongKH indovision also kena shut down after 1 boy
Its no tv after 1 in indo until further notice
I just hope when the soccer season starts this whole mess clear up
Where got such rules in the world?
Stupid indo govt
Must be the work of the vice presd, that ass again
All stupid rule is from him la

Bro rainman i dont remember giving u my hp no?
maybe i forget liao hehehe
i dont know yours leh
dont so mean mah can contact2 junior also wat
n arrange meet somewhere for da beer
hahaha

Sometimes i also feel like goin shakehead,ktv watever but nobody joining me
all my fren quit liao sad.......
Mostly now if go with my sifu bro Hotel 81 find late nite desert
Knn since the stupid gov rule nvr go out at nite liao
heard they even shut the street light issit?
When its so dark n no lite Jkt can be dangerous

Bro rainman, htl 81 ask to arrange go china, changping
u want to go?
It would be great to be able to go with fellow samster
Any other samster also welcomed
tryin to arrange somethin in sept
he just went there for a week of sex tour
it cost him around SGD 2500 incl air ticket, htl, food, grls
Dont think i can afford that much luxury though
hahaha
must limit spending if goin

Regards

S_egg

Bro rainman, htl 81 ask to arrange go china, changping
u want to go?
It would be great to be able to go with fellow samster
Any other samster also welcomed
tryin to arrange somethin in sept
he just went there for a week of sex tour
it cost him around SGD 2500 incl air ticket, htl, food, grls
Dont think i can afford that much luxury though
hahaha
must limit spending if goin

Regards

S_egg[/QUOTE]

Bro,

I listen to you, stop going to the nite spot for a while. But how to tahan if the curfew last more than a month?

I am only 1st time to CP, dont quote me hor! Still very green and much to learn from our numeral CP Mayors!

No need to limit your spending! you can even make money in CP! You being young and handsome, I give you Kang Taw you want or not? In the main hall of new century KTV, you just have to sit at the back left corner, together with the group of young ducks, soon the mamasan will arrange for you to show up to the rich ladies! Hehehe, joke only Sir!

I am also a budget traveller, cost is always in my mind. The air ticket and hotel expenses cannot save one, what you can save is the KTV, if you willing to forgo the fun of drinking and singing. Pick the girl and get out, in that way you probable could save 200 to 400 per night. Further saving could be through your sweat talk...you manage to convert the ST 500 to ON...

I think we better stop here, this is JKT tread...there is a proper tread for CP...

Cheers

[Rainman]

Originally Posted by s_egg

Bro rainman i dont remember giving u my hp no?
maybe i forget liao hehehe
i dont know yours leh
dont so mean mah can contact2 junior also wat
n arrange meet somewhere for da beer
hahaha

Sometimes i also feel like goin shakehead,ktv watever but nobody joining me
all my fren quit liao sad.......
Mostly now if go with my sifu bro Hotel 81 find late nite desert
Knn since the stupid gov rule nvr go out at nite liao
heard they even shut the street light issit?
When its so dark n no lite Jkt can be dangerous

Bro rainman, htl 81 ask to arrange go china, changping
u want to go?
It would be great to be able to go with fellow samster
Any other samster also welcomed
tryin to arrange somethin in sept
he just went there for a week of sex tour
it cost him around SGD 2500 incl air ticket, htl, food, grls
Dont think i can afford that much luxury though
hahaha
must limit spending if goin

Regards

S_egg

I recd the PM from both u and htl 81 at the same time in May 26... Anyway... I reply u liao....

U should go check the Jakarta post lah... It's all written there.... Street light etc etc... I post later for u to see....

Big party next week... Will SmS u the location when confirm.

Cheers

[Rainman]

Originally Posted by hotel81

Bro,

I listen to you, stop going to the nite spot for a while. But how to tahan if the curfew last more than a month?

I am only 1st time to CP, dont quote me hor! Still very green and much to learn from our numeral CP Mayors!

No need to limit your spending! you can even make money in CP! You being young and handsome, I give you Kang Taw you want or not? In the main hall of new century KTV, you just have to sit at the back left corner, together with the group of young ducks, soon the mamasan will arrange for you to show up to the rich ladies! Hehehe, joke only Sir!

I am also a budget traveller, cost is always in my mind. The air ticket and hotel expenses cannot save one, what you can save is the KTV, if you willing to forgo the fun of drinking and singing. Pick the girl and get out, in that way you probable could save 200 to 400 per night. Further saving could be through your sweat talk...you manage to convert the ST 500 to ON...

I think we better stop here, this is JKT tread...there is a proper tread for CP...

Cheers

Can lah... Drinking where got problem... I was in so many places the last few nights....hahahaha

China.... I am here lah...


http://forum.sammyboy.com/showthread...95#post1082595

[Rainman]

Subscribers incensed by cable TV blackouts

The Jakarta Post, Jakarta

It has been a long, tiring day at the office and Anton, a 27-year old project control engineer, just wants to watch his favorite late night sports on ESPN.

"I was disappointed when I turned on my TV and found that Kabelvision had disconnected at midnight," he said. "It was my only alternative after all the national and local TV stations cut their hours."

The cable TV provider claims to be complying with the government's energy conservation drive.

The Minister of Information and Communications issued a policy decision that ordered TV and radio stations to stop broadcasting between 1 a.m. and 5 a.m.

"We cut our broadcasting hours under the consideration that we have to comply with the minister's policy," Kabelvision director Randolph Latumahina argued.

He added that the company would explain its reasoning to its subscribers.

By contrast, another satellite TV provider, Indovision, has been providing 24-hour services as usual.

An Indovision customer service officer explained that the company had not cut its services, but refused to comment further.

Free-to-air TV and radio stations have complied with the decree to support the drive, claiming that despite the possibility of losing advertising revenue, they would be able to improve efficiency by reducing broadcasting hours.

Unlike viewers and listeners of free-to-air stations, cable and satellite TV subscribers have lost more than just late night entertainment, as they continue to pay for a 24-hour service.

A Jakarta Kabelvision subscriber pays a monthly minimum of Rp 169,000 for viewing basic foreign channels plus an additional Rp 25,000 to Rp 200,000 for "premium" channels, such as HBO and Cinemax. The company, which began operations in 1996, has some 120,000 subscribers.

Meanwhile, Indovision charges its more than 100,000 subscribers monthly fees ranging from Rp 59,000 to Rp 269,000, depending on the kinds of channels selected. It also charges an extra Rp 100,000 for Japanese NHK, Stockwatch and KBS World.

Separately, Djoko Susilo, a member of the House of Representatives Commission I that oversees communications and information, said that even though cable and satellite providers were covered under Law No. 32/2002 on Broadcasting, they were under no obligation to comply with the ministerial policy directive.

"Cable and satellite TV providers can ignore the policy directive because complying with it would cause consumers to suffer," he said. "The minister has gone beyond his authority and the House will inquire into the matter in August or September."

Previously, KPI deputy Sinansari Encip said that such an instruction could be viewed as an attempt to meddle in the country's independent broadcasting industry.

"I do not think that cutting back broadcasting hours is effective in saving energy," Anton said. "Electricity makes up only 10 percent of our fuel consumption, right?

"We have paid for cable services, why can't we have some home entertainment after a stressful day at work?" Anton asked. (003)

http://www.thejakartapost.com/detail...719.A05&irec=4

[Rainman]

City not to be kept totally in the dark

Damar Harsanto, The Jakarta Post, Jakarta

The Jakarta city administration said Monday that it would maintain full street lighting in public places across the capital due to fears of rising crime, despite its policy of reducing street illumination as part of energy-saving measures.

City spokesman Catur Laswanto said lights in public places where crowds often gather such as bus terminals, bus stops, river banks and streets in residential areas, would not be reduced at night in order to enable police and security personnel to better monitor the locations.

"We don't want the energy-saving drive to be implemented at the expense of security in the city," he told reporters at City Hall.

Street lamps would remain on at locations prone to crime and traffic accidents, like major intersections and underpasses.

Aside from those public places, illumination at vital places, like the State Palace, foreign embassies, police posts, places of worship and hospitals, would not be reduced.

Acting head of City Public Illumination and Road Infrastructure Agency, Ismaun, said that his agency would halve the use of lamps at city thoroughfares, main streets, pavements, front yards of city offices, and public and community parks.

"Ornamental illumination at city statues, trees, as well as along streets will be completely switched off, except on Saturdays, Sundays and holidays," Ismaun said.

Public cemeteries will be the darkest places in the city with the administration turning off all lights.

In addition to the reduction in the use of lighting, the administration has also called on Jakarta residents, especially building owners in the city, to reduce use of air-conditioners, escalators, lifts, and electrical appliances in order to conserve energy.

"The energy-conserving measures include reduction in the operation of electricity-powered appliances; the use of energy-saving lamps and appliances; the setting of air-conditioners to 25 degrees Celsius; the reduction in the use of escalators and lifts; and the reduction of unnecessary lamps," said Jakarta Governor Sutiyoso in his circular issued on July 12.

Although the circular does not mention sanctions against parties not complying with the circular, Sutiyoso has threatened to impose "stern sanctions" on building owners who fail to abide by the ruling, including revoking their permits, though it is unclear if such sanctions have any basis in law.

Sutiyoso is scheduled to carry out spot checks on the implementation of his directives sometime this week.

The gubernatorial directive is a response to Presidential Instruction No. 10/2005 on energy conservation. The instruction requires officials in central and local administrations to issue directives requiring the saving of energy.

The instruction also states that local administrations should promote the program among the public and private sector in their respective regions by taking various measures to conserve energy, including higher vehicular taxes, higher parking fees and extensive traffic constraint policies.

The Jakarta administration said that it would not impose such extensive measures in the capital, arguing that it was still struggling to improve the city's public transportation system.

[Rainman]

NGOs slam decree limiting television operating hours

Ridwan Sijabat, The Jakarta Post, Jakarta

A group of non-governmental organizations joined forces on Monday to protest a ministerial decree requiring radio and television stations to reduce their airtime as part of the government's energy conservation drive.

Agus Sudibyo, coordinator of the Coalition for the Free Flow of Information and the Alliance for Defenders of Chapter 28, said Ministerial Decree No. 11/2005 reflected the government's confusion over how to cope with the fuel crisis in the country.

"The prolonged crisis has caused the government to panic, prompting it to formulate a strange policy that violates human rights," Agus said.

He said the coalition of NGOs rejected the decree because it violated Chapter 28 of the Constitution, which guarantees freedom of information.

"The decree shows that President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono's government is reminiscent of former president Soeharto's repressive New Order regime," Agus said, adding that the decree violated Susilo's commitment to uphold press freedom.

The NGOs called on Minister of Information and Communications Sofyan Djalil to revoke the controversial decree.

"We are seeking a meeting with the President to convey our opposition and with House of Representatives Commission I to help us put pressure on the government to scrap the decree," Agus said.

The decree was issued last week to follow up on a presidential instruction on energy conservation measures. The decree asks all radio and television stations to sign off from 1 a.m. to 5 a.m.

Live European soccer matches are excluded to honor the contracts signed by local TV channels, as are religious programs during the upcoming Ramadhan fasting month.

The decree is effective for six months from its issuance.

All TV and radio stations have agreed to the decree in a show of support for the government's conservation campaign.

The Association of Indonesian Private TV Stations (ATVSI) has said that TV stations were complying with the decree because besides conserving energy, there were few viewers between 1 a.m. and 5 a.m. and very little advertising revenue.

ATVSI chairman Karni Ilyas, who is also the newsroom director of SCTV, said TV stations could save at least Rp 1 billion every night by going off the air from 1 a.m. to 5 a.m.

Hanif Suranto from the Institution for Press Studies and Development said the decree violated freedom of expression.

Atmakusumah Astraatmadja, a former member of the Press Council, regretted the controversial decree was issued without consulting the Indonesian Broadcasting Council or the Press Council.

"Limiting airtime is not only a business matter but, and mainly, a violation of human rights. The government cannot take such an arbitrary action even if the number of TV viewers affected is small," he said.

The government did meet with TV station owners and management before the decree was issued.

[s_egg]

Good news

Yesterday the cable start operating as per normal already
they nvr shut down from 1 to 5 liao
How i know coz i just keep watchin
suddenly i realised how come nvr shut down
its already too late already 3 in the morning
knn got to work in the morning
hahaha
now headache n sleepy at the office

the local tv still nothing though

Thx for the info bro Rainman
n thx for the invitation for next week
If its possible can try comin with bro htl 81

see u then
Cheers

[Rainman]

OK, since you poor losers with wives and live-in girlfriends didn't get to come along to Blok M this trip, the least I can do is rub it in a little.

We crawled out of our hotel and headed for the airport for an uneventful 11:00 AM flight to Jakarta. Uneventful because we were both terminally hung over and snoring a miasma of alcoholic fumes all the way, which was good because it cleared out the adjacent seats and let us sprawl. We checked in to the good old Hotel Losari Blok M in the afternoon and were enthusiastically greeted by name (me too!) by the desk staff and the other hotel workers. They actually remembered us from last August and asked about both of you papalagis by name. Ron told me several times that whenever he's at Losari, especially with other idiots like us, we ARE the entertainment for the week. The night security staff looks forward with great anticipation to our arriving home, drunk and stupid, and spilling out of the cab with girls in tow. They pass the stories along to the morning staff, and the gossip lasts all day and circulates among everyone at the hotel amidst lots of laughs.

After a quick shower and a meal at the Japanese restaurant in the plaza across the street, I voted to head directly for 5+1. Ron indulged me since I was the guest, and he elected to sit out in the bar and wait since he’s not really enthusiastic about 5+1 girls, or so he says. I inquired and found that my favorite girl Lina came on shift at 5:00 PM, so Ron and I pounded a couple of vodka tonics and schmoozed the girls while waiting. Sure enough, at exactly 5:00 PM, in strolled Lina. Seeing me, she ran straight to my lap for a very happy reunion. No Viagra needed. We skipped directly to the room, hopped in the shower and, without even pretending to play "massage," got right to business.

It was like seeing an old and dear girlfriend who knows exactly what you like and wastes no time giving it to you with passion. Her body was just as I remembered it: Slim but not skinny, perfect skin, perfect tight little cantaloupe ass, perfect firm but large (for her frame) breasts, and a cute, open, smiling face. We fucked each other blind for the entire hour until we were both totally wasted. Welcome back to The Blok, Mr. Gary.

And here I have to say a few words about Blok M girls I have known and loved in the two trips I’ve taken to Jakarta. The average American or other average expat cretin might misinterpret the obvious and free-flowing affections of the Blok M girls as being lascivious, crassly commercial, wanton or undiscriminating. Nothing could be further from the truth. Without exception, every girl I have had the joy to be with has exhibited a refreshing and genuinely Eastern philosophical approach to sex.

No two people get together for the night unless there is some kind of chemical or spiritual attraction. You end up with the girl of your dreams not by accident. And when you do, the simple act of going home (home in our case meaning ‘back to the hotel’) turns out to be a magically uncomplicated union. I guess the big attraction of Blok M girls is not what they have but what they DON’T have. And what they definitively DON’T have is all the stuff that western girls ADD to the experience; the expectations, the judgments, the desires, the Oprah - Cosmopolitan - Elle - Magazine driven media horseshit, the preoccupation with either the future or the past of this blissful, transitory relationship.

Blok M girls just love you for who you are. Period. The fact that money may change hands later is almost an afterthought. Unlike traditional Western-thinking women, Indo girls actually enjoy the sex. They are excited about the prospect of a new exotic lover. Not burdened by commercial preoccupations, they throw themselves totally into the experience and are free to respond to you in the moment, as focused on their own climax as on your own, or better yet on your mutual climax. For first-time bules, it is a dramatic departure from what we all may have been used to. There is an absolute innocence, unadulterated joy and beauty about this experience that, as a Westerner, I do not have the words to describe, but which has opened my mind in ways I never thought possible. It’s an experience I enjoyed rarely in my callow youth, and one that I have now rediscovered, late in life, in a land far from here.

[Rainman]

But back to the story.

I walked back to the 5+1 bar on shaky legs for a post-game drink to find that Ron had gone back with one of the girls. He’s such a lying ho’ bag. He came out 15 minutes later explaining that he met a girl he used to know who now works there, so he “had” to go do her. She’s a knockout, too. Looks likes she just got home from middle school, dropped off her school books and ran to 5+1 for her night job gargling throat yogurt.

After 5+1 it was off to Top Gun for a rib eye steak, salad, more vodka tonics and several games of pool. It was early, so not too many girls, but the waitress, whom we named Shirley Temple, hung out with us and discussed with me the possibility of having one of my babies, who would come out huge and tall of course, become an NBA star, make millions and support us both. I asked her if she wanted to try tonight. She said she’d think about it.

It was getting late so we made the rounds to D’s and My Bar which were really the only two happening places during our stay. All the other bars seem to be on the wane for some strange reason, so we didn’t have far to walk. I was pounding vodka tonics on Ron’s tab of course, and dancing with girl after girl, until about 2:00 AM when I finally hit the wall head on. The combination of no sleep, jet lag, alcohol and Lina leveled me, and I told Ron I was going to taksi home. He said he’d deliver one to me later that night. I replied, “Yeah, OK, whatever,” and stumbled back to Losari where the night security guards stared at me in disbelief: No girl. We all just laughed. They could see there was nothing left in this decrepit drunk old bule.

About an hour later I was utterly unconscious when my phone rang. It was Ron calling from My Bar on his hand phone. The background noise was thunderous, but I could just make out that he’s on his way back with two girls, one for me and one for him. I said, “OK” and headed to the bathroom for a Viagra. I had brought 12 pills with me and started out breaking them in half, but by the end of the trip I was doing whole ones to keep up the insane pace and the dangerously diminishing supply of precious bodily fluids and stamina.

30 minutes after he called, Ron knocked on my door, drunk, with two in tow. Doorstep delivery. Just like a fucking pizza. They were both “Ron Specials.” Skinny beautiful ABC’s whose apparent age would get you thrown in jail in any civilized country on the planet, but not here. Mine was named Rani which she pronounced with a sexy purring rolling R, as in Rrrrrrrrrrrrani. She shook my hand, then hugged me and we both began laughing over the fact that I had suddenly sprung a throbbing woodie which was fighting to escape my OP shorts.

We jumped in the shower together, a custom I really like about Blok M girls, and by the time we hit the bed, I was somehow ready to pound it again, the short nap and the pill having worked wonders. Rrrrrrrrani was a dream. She spoke maybe 3 words of English, but intuitively knew what to do and how to do it.

I was getting off just watching her move, and Rani, unlike other girls I’ve met down there, loved to maintain eye contact while we were fucking, and I really like that. She had a beatific, open-lipped smile on her face and it was at that moment that I remembered why I came down here again and blew off a traditional Christmas back in America. I remembered why I went to all the expense, endured the endless hours in airplanes, the Guam layover and the grueling 30 hour trip back home. It’s because this is what I used to do when I was in my 20’s. I loved it then, and I love it now, except it’s even easier and more fun this time. It’s like a beautiful fantasy porno movie, but it’s really happening and I’m starring in it. This vacation was already a winner, and it was only the first night in Blok M.

The next day Ron and I rolled out at 11:00 AM, ordered some breakfast down in the café, then crawled right back up to bed where we slept until 3:00 PM. Then it was off to Top Gun for some food and pool once again. Shirley Temple was still considering my baby offer, and hung onto me affectionately while she thought about it, only breaking away to bring me another vodka tonic, go buy me a pack of cigarettes or gum or to serve another customer. Unlike the other straight black-haired Blok M beauties, Shirley Temple had long curly hair and an infectious smile which made her look exactly like a 1930’s Hollywood child movie star. I noticed I was drinking way too many vodka tonics and my pool game was steadily deteriorating. Somehow, I just didn’t care. I had caught my second wind and Ron and I were on a roll.

At D’s place we met up with all of Ron’s old friends including Rini, the girl you guys shoved in my door at 3:00 AM on the last trip while I stood there stark naked. She remembered me right away and attached herself to us, becoming my default date for the evening, which was fine because she was cute, familiar, I felt like dancing, and she did, too. The only problem was that she, like half of Blok M, was power drinking on Ron’s tab, but she was pounding a ½ wine and ½ orange juice cocktail (?) and getting pretty drunk, but then so was I.

By now Ron and I had pretty much hooked up with Rini and one of her ABC friends and I was approached by the owner of D’s and asked to judge a dance contest. I had been out dancing on the floor for hours and was sweating like a hog, so I guess he figured I was either an expert, or too drunk to say no. About 20 girls got up on stage en masse and began dancing as lewdly as they possibly could right in front of me where a special bar stool had been placed for my benefit. Two free vodka tonics went with the judging job. I managed to narrow it down to twelve contestants, then five. Of course Rini was in the top 5, then the top 3, then she won. I got righteous stink-eye from all the other girls since Rini had been at our table all night and the fix was obviously in, but what the fuck? Am I the judge or am I NOT the judge? I’m from Hawaii and we’re all corrupt over here, so fuck you all. Rini won 500,000 Rp. and was very happy.

We stumbled over to My Bar at about 2:00 AM and continued the drinking dancing frenzy. We were all roaring drunk by then and when Ron went to pay his tab the next day he reckoned that I went through 30 vodka tonics between Top Gun and My Bar, where we finally left at about 4:00 AM. It felt like it. We were literally poured out of the cab at Losari, laughing and falling down like the clowns we were. Both girls were wasted too, and the hotel security guys had to help us through the door to the elevator, laughing under their breath and wondering how in hell we managed to do this every fucking night.

Rini and I, totally drunk, reeled into the shower and then into bed. The nearly 12 hours of drinking vodka tonics had lit my stomach on fire and even water, which was all we had, didn’t help much. Somehow, together, we managed to fumble around, work up a respectable stiffy and get it inside her, but within ten strokes I was ready to spew stomach acid like the Alien. Before it came up I pulled out, sat upright and guzzled another bottle of water. “Are you alright,” said Rini. “Noke,” said I. She understood, and after a minute or two when I could safely lie back down, we passed out in each other’s arms. Not very romantic, but we were both totally trashed. A couple of hours later poor Rini had to get up and go to work, but she was young and resilient. I sent her off with taksi money and a kiss and collapsed back into a coma.

When Ron and I finally rolled out later in the afternoon we were in horrible shape. I was sore as hell from dancing like a fool, and we were both on death’s door from hangovers. Some food helped a little, and Ron suggested a “real” massage, not the 5+1 kind, but the genuine shiatsu kind that lasts for a long time. I agreed and we headed for Blok A, a nearby business district which is very clean, upscale and quiet and which is home to several spa/massage parlors patronized by wealthy Asian businessmen. And this is where we made the best discovery of the entire trip.

Ron had never tried any of these places, so we picked one, “Delta,” and rolled in. It was very high-end and glitzy with lots of glass and marble and very friendly receptionists, with whom Ron began flirting immediately. We saw that you could buy up to three 45-minute “sessions” and use all of the spa’s facilities (hot tub, sauna, steam room, etc.) for 260,000 Rp. As he does with everything regarding money, Ron thought this was expensive, but we were dying, so we went for the full menu anyway.

It was pamper city all the way with solicitous attendants shadowing you everywhere, giving you slippers, shorts, towels, robes, water, directions and smiles. It was perfect for a couple of brain-dead bules who got lost several times among the place’s three floors and myriad rooms. Ron and I headed straight for the huge hot tub and guzzled free bottled water while floating around like dead whales, soaking out the alcohol which saturated our bodies. Then it was upstairs to the massage rooms which were clean, quiet, very private and with mercifully subdued lighting. There was 70’s soft rock playing quietly overhead. The massage room had a raised and padded floor which was level with the padded massage bed, and it had a comfortably padded face hole so you could lie stomach down with your head in the hole. There was pleasantly-scented fresh cool air circulating below the massage floor. This place was perfect, and I started feeling marginally better just being there stretched out face down and knowing that the next 2-1/2 hours I would have to do nothing but groan and moan.

[Rainman]

on and I got rooms next to each other so we could bullshit, and we could hear each other beneath the floor or above the partitions which went almost, but not quite, to the ceiling. My massage girl Umi came in and she was young, short, cute and very professional. After spreading out huge towels under me and on top of me, she doused the top towel with oil so her feet would slide around a bit. There was an elaborate hand rail suspended from the ceiling which she used to hang onto as she began to walk on my back from toes to neck, and it was the best shiatsu walkabout I’ve ever experienced. She rocked her feet, working both her heels and toes all over, and went right to the sorest areas again and again until they let go. Her intuition was flawless. This lasted for a good half hour, and by the time she removed the towel and started working with her hands, virtually all of the tension and soreness was gone.

For the next hour and a half I received the most thorough massage I’ve ever had, which included dry shiatsu pressure, then a complete stroking with oil including a deep stroking with both her forearms and elbows from the base of my spine to my neck while she sat and lay on my butt with her feet wrapped around my calves. Over and over and over again. Then it got even better when she spent just as much time rubbing the inside of my butt crack and crotch as any other part. It was absolute heaven. When it was finally time to turn over on my back for session III, I was a fucking rag and was so relaxed I could barely talk. Ron and I both agreed later that this was the absolutely best massage we’d ever had, anywhere. But then it got even better.

In session III Umi worked my feet, lower legs, upper legs, stomach and chest, first dry, then with oil. Then she scooted down between my legs, spread them comfortably apart and began concentrating on my entire crotch, from the inside of my thighs, to my pubic bone including balls, prostate area and finally gently rubbing over, then grabbing my dick, then working with two hands deftly and gently in the best slow-motion hand job I’ve ever had from anyone, including me. I managed to raise my head and look at Umi who was just smiling back as she slowly spanked my monkey perfectly. I fell back on my pillow, in absolute bliss.

At that moment Ron called out over the partition, “Hey, are you getting a hand job?” “Yeah,” I replied. “The best one I’ve ever had. I can’t even do it this good.” “Yeah, me too,” said Ron. We were both surprised, but not really. I guess this was just part of the massage service. Unexpected, but certainly welcome. After the hand job, Umi sat me up, vigorously wiped all the oil off my back with a fresh towel, and gave me a big hug and a kiss. I could barely walk. After heading back downstairs for a nice long hot shower, we hit the street, totally rejuvenated. Totally new men and ready for more Blok M self-abuse.

Needless to say, we returned to Delta every single day for the rest of our stay in Blok M, and it’s the only way we managed to survive the punishing party pace. We developed the trick of letting our Delta massage girls beat our meat and get us about halfway there, then having them stop so we’d have something left for later in the evening. This was mysterious to them since their efforts produced raging woodies, but Ron explained it away by telling them in Indonesian that “We were tired old bules, and that our wells were dry.” This seemed to satisfy them, and they laughed like hell, just like all Indonesians laugh at all of our crazy antics. Delta was one of the highlights of the trip. The total experience was almost, I say almost, as good as the sex with the Jalan Pelatehan bar girls. And Ron agrees with that. It was absolutely incredible.

With the exception of New Year’s Eve, which was absolute fucking madness at My Bar, the rest of the trip just runs together like a happy watercolor. Ron and I let ourselves slide into a drunken, rutting stupor every night, doing the now familiar rounds of Top Gun, D’s and My Bar, bringing home ABC bar bunnies, then sleeping in half the day and going to Delta for triage and emergency resuscitation. I think we did manage to eat food at least once each day. I lost several pounds down there.

I remember that I went home with a particularly nice “retread” two consecutive nights in spite of Ron’s ragging me endlessly about letting my standards slip and ending up with a 24 year old. Ron considers anything over 18 a “retread.” He finally shut up about it when I explained to him that she looked exactly like a girl I once knew whom I always wanted to fuck, but never got the chance to. This seemed to be sufficient justification, since he finally confessed he had done the same thing.

Her name was Nini, she spoke very good English and she was probably the best fuck of the whole trip, Lina notwithstanding. And here’s the weird thing: In any bar anywhere else in the world Nini would have hordes of guys hanging on her and busting moves, but in Blok M she’s up against dozens of girls who look just like they stepped off the Rona Sumabayan Middle School bus. She was perfect for me, though. Besides, Nini was the morning glory queen, managing to take advantage of the residual Viagra effects for a sunrise quickie before leaving the hotel to go wherever bar girls go when they’ve extracted the last milligram of your essence. Nini turned out to be a screamer too, and I like screamers. As I explained to Ron after the first night with Nini, “Hey Ron, I know how you feel about retreads, but consider this: They have two things going for them. 1) They’re very grateful and, 2) They try harder.” He had to agree, although he is still obsessively committed to the endless search for the “Fresh-off-the-kampong” ABC whose birth control pills look like Fred Flintstone.

One highlight of the trip was a terrific bitch-slap cat fight that broke out at My Bar right in front of me. I was sitting on a bar stool at the main bar with Nini pounding her ass into my crotch to the beat of the deafening rock music when all of a sudden a small circle opened up right in the middle of the SRO crowd. At first I couldn’t figure out what was happening, then I saw two girls square off, screaming at each other. One kicked the other viciously in the shin with her platform heel go-go boots, and the fight was on.

[Rainman]

They launched at each other like two sumo wrestlers, one hand going for the hair and the other delivering uppercut punches like two Australian Rugby League players in a nasty scrum. One of the cat girls was directly in front of me, so Nini ducked out of the way just as cat #1 slammed into me. Without even thinking, I grabbed her around the waist and held on for dear life. I could feel the blows landing as vibrations through her body. These girls were out to light each other up. Several guys jumped into the scuffle and tried to separate them, two on my side and three on the other girl, and it took a good minute or two to pry them apart. When we finally did, I looked at my forearm and there were huge tufts of long black hair all over it. Somebody was going to have bald spots the next day. Both girls were politely but immediately ushered to the front door. I asked Nini what the fight was about. She said, “It was over a man, of course.” Then a beat or two later she added, “None of you are worth it.” But then she grinned and kissed me hard. Hello, Blok M. God, I love this place.

It seemed that everyone ended up in My Bar for New Year’s Eve. It was absolute pandemonium, packed to the rafters, and the wait staff were passing around free tequila shots by the hundreds, as if everyone wasn’t drunk enough already. Midnight was a complete riot with everyone kissing, cheering and feeling up everyone else in a good natured way for 10 minutes. The best part of the evening was that most, if not all, of the scores of girls in the bars were drunk, which is rare, and I have never been felt up, mashed, assaulted, goosed, kissed and grabbed more in my life. Nini just took it all in stride with a bemused smile on her face. She knew she was going home with me, so it was just entertainment to her.

It was as if some unspoken rule about not mauling bules was magically rescinded the later it got. I had my shorts pulled down over my ass at least 10 times, had my dick grabbed at least as many times and got my ass and tits fondled probably 20 times, and all by giggling drunk girls. For the life of me I can’t see what the problem is with these women who get upset over getting occasionally pinched, goosed, fondled or “accidentally bumped” by men. I enjoyed the shit out of being a blatant sex object that night and being mauled mercilessly. It was all in fun and caused a good hearty laugh every time. In many cases, if I could catch who did it, I grabbed them right back and caused lots of screams and laughing myself.

On our third night out we met up with the guy who does the Blok M web site. He’s a crusty old Brit who Ron and I agree has been in Jakarta far too long for his own good. He is a rather funny guy though, and he regaled us with good Blok M stories three nights in a row, including the one about the recent bar “raids” during Ramadan last October by Jakarta’s version of The Taliban. His downfall is his obsession with the past and his insistence that things were far better in Blok M eight years ago when he arrived. Frankly, the only way I could possibly imagine this place being any better is if all the drinks, pussy and taksi fares were completely free instead of just ridiculously cheap.

On one of the last nights there Ron finally went tropo and tore the envelope. As usual we were finishing up the evening-- make that morning-- in My Bar and I had already snagged my playmates for the night, two little stunners named Ani and Eli. Ron was still hanging out with a group of cute ABC’s, and I told him I was heading back to the hotel. I could see by his bleary eyes that he was potted. He just waved a limp hand at me. Later that morning at around 5:00 AM my phone rang, waking me and the girls out of a profound coma. It was Ron explaining that he needed my help. He had brought home four girls and now couldn’t handle them and asked if I could take two of them off his hands because they were starting to make noise.

Now I love Ron, and will be eternally grateful to him for turning me on to Blok M, but enough is too much. I turned him down flat, claiming that I was not Superman, Viagra or no Viagra. He gave up. I turned to Ani and Eli and told them that Ron wanted to dump two girls on us. They gave me a look I will never be able to describe. Eli summed it up perfectly: “His problem. Go sleep.” I found out the next morning that Ron finally ended up taking the two drunkest and loudest ones down to the hotel lobby, handing them over to the hotel security guys with a fistful of Rupiah and had them put into a taksi. End of problem. Go sleep.

New Year’s Day Eve was our last night in the Blok and we put on long pants and real shoes so that we could try something different and go to CJ’s Lounge in the Malia Hotel down in the Convention Center District. The place featured live music with a Caribbean (!) band, which was very good, and $8.00 drinks which was very bad. Ron showed the shit-heel side of his personality by managing to nurse one vodka tonic for two hours while we surveyed the scene for girls but mostly just enjoyed the music. We had been warned by one of the old expats back in Blok M that the girls at CJ’s were so convinced their pussies were lined with gold that they set off airport metal detectors, but maybe he just had a bad experience there or had paid too much. Who knows. We were approached by some girls, but when Ron (of course) did the math his conclusion was, “Shit, for the cost of buying three drinks for the girls here you could spend the whole night with a Blok M girl! Their pussies really ARE lined with gold here. Let’s go.”

So we migrated back to My Bar just in time for me to be the judge of another dance contest, which job came with free drinks again. There were three of us judges this night and twelve contestants. All were good, but one girl Ambar, was the unanimous winner. She was a short and rather chunky girl with big (I mean big) tits for a little girl. She also had kinky long hair and a personality and face like Bette Midler. She dirty danced like a frog in a frying pan, and at the end of her turn flipped up the front of her pleated mini skirt to reveal a tiny hot orange thong, then turned around and flipped her skirt up again showing her tight little ass which she thrust at everyone repeatedly like a baboon in heat. It brought the fucking house down and won her 500,000 Rp.

Ron also brought the house down himself a few minutes after the dance contest when the owner of My Bar called him up on stage so everyone could see him in long pants and shoes. The place went absolutely berserk, and a couple of girls tried to pants him. I guess in the 20 years he’s been going down there they have NEVER seen Ron in anything but shorts and flaps. It was a real Blok M moment.

At some point during the evening Ron and I managed to merge with a gang of about 5 ABC’s up on the dance floor bar, most of whom Ron knew and all of whom were drop dead stone ABC bunnies. In that funny inexplicable salmon spawning-stream way things work in Blok M, I started making eye contact with one of the girls and she insinuated her way into my aura, attaching herself to me the way I imagine a sperm attaches itself to an egg, or a lamprey to a shark. We shouted our names to each other. I missed hers in the deafening music and bar noise, but I figured I’d get it later. I never did, and that, I suppose, is the perfect ending to a Blok M odyssey. A totally anonymous encounter. Well, what’s in a name?

We all went home relatively early that night - maybe 2:00 or 3:00 AM - and this nameless girl turned out to be one of the best experiences of the whole trip. She was gorgeous, affectionate and passionate and treated me as if I had known her name for months if not years. I spent my last whole Viagra on her, and we used it up doing everything we could think of until we exhausted each other, then curled up like spoons and went comatose as it started getting light behind the window drapes. Later that morning she woke up, stretched, went to go pee, checked my watch (which was still on Hawaii time) and actually politely asked if she could go home…”No problem, meester Gary?” I said sure and after she had showered and dressed she gave me a smile, a big hug and a kiss and asked me when I was going to come back next time.

Very soon, I hope.