Safety And Security On The Beaten Road And Beyond
Safety and Security on the Road
As I said before, safety and security in this VERY hospitable country is not of a great concern. Much less so than for example in Thailand (boy, those are scary people). Indonesian people in general are so much more genuinely welcoming to foreigners. Even in Muslim regions (or possibly ESPECIALLY so).
Generally muslims are very hospitable and it is a great pity that so much shit is smeared on them recently. I have no doubts that this is largely FEMINIST driven propaganda, again to make you fight so that they can rule as all, like fighting pit-dogs are ruled by their master. Whether you will be their dog is up to you. You still have a choice. Please think intelligently, don't believe the violent lies they are trying to tell you and SAY NO TO VIOLENCE AGAINST MEN!
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Concerning security and safety, there is one thing that comes in right here at this subject. You are SAFE as long as you avoid MEAT. Yes, in any country this is truth. In the US, UK, Canada, Germany. If you get involved with meat, you are set up for troubles. This is why we have brothels. So that beyond fucking them you need have no more involvement. During your extensive travels no doubt you will be approached by lone females on several occasions. However BEWARE. The best is just move away. Pretend that you are an idiot or deaf or do not understand. You are in danger.
The best is just to completely ignore them. Also, there is nothing more humiliating to meat than when they put on their make up, dress up nicely, do their hair and yet are totally ignored. So you earn two points at once.
For example: On last occasion, staying at a particular resort, there was a group of employees of a particular company on a business seminar. One meat about 20 years old approached me, trying to communicate, making friends, etc. Quickly I started picking my nose, making funny faces and then started scratching my willy. So quickly she moved on like lightning, without me even having to say as much as "go away". I was relieved.
Your basic problem is:
Idiots worldwide are attracted to meat (otherwise why would we be attending this forum?). So, you a rich foreigner are in effect slapping other guys on the face all the time by flashing your expensive MEAT around. A local man of your age cannot possibly afford similar quality as you. They think: This arrogant foreigner is slapping us, we slap back. Fukk him!! They are many, you are alone. You lose, simple as that. (But the real reason for you losing is because you have betrayed your brothers by not sharing.)
Same story everywhere, from Thailand to Argentina. But if you are making friends with the local men instead you are a winner and you will fuck a lot more. Funny, it worked for me just as well in Cambodia as in Indonesia. Don't believe what your feminist teachers are trying to lie to you. There is a lot of stinky affairs about meat worldwide. Men always get the harsh treatment when in effect it was because of MEAT!
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HOW TO GET MEAT?
This is the secret trick (but please keep it confidential and between us): When you travel, trains, buses or at hotels, wherever you start to talk with MEN. It will come up soon that you are travelling alone, without female companion. Almost invariably they will know SOME woman who wants to go out with a foreigner. Then you decline, saying that you have commitments, or just not ready for getting too involved.
Then BINGO, next thing you know they are directing you to this or that little "special place" where there are lots of cute little ladies. You are in. It all costs you nothing, except what you use. There no extra charges for foreigners. You are also safe, they make sure that you WILL get a good service, or otherwise the girl gets it, because you are the distinguished friend of this or that gentleman. These cute little knocking shops are in every town and city and will have 5-10 little fuckers each and you can easily collect as much as 20 fuck-points in a week. **** Wow, that's 10.000 FUCKS a year!!! ****
Quite a lot of people speak some English. Although often hardly enough for a good conversation. But the Indonesian language is so stupendiously simple that with about 2 months effort you will learn the same as you would learn Mandarin or Thai studying for a whole year!
The point is: You deal with MEN always! Meat is only involved in the final fucking process. YOU ARE BUILDING A BETTER WORLD FOR ALL PEOPLE!!! You will never fight again for meat. You will be a distinguished ambassador of WORLDWIDE PEACE among all men. The time is now!!! You can make a difference today!
Please, SAY NO TO VIOLENCE AGAINST MEN!!!
**** BTW, there was that little section with the *** stars. If you feel that you have discovered a great mathemateical error please don't pollute by your genious remarks. This is not a mathematics column. (Surely you would be subscribing there too) Who cares about a few more or less. That's besides the point here ****
Any action and then where at in Palembang ????
I'll be heading to palembang for 2 nights and being the first time, I'd appreciate any help on directions to mongering places, MP's, hang outs for FL's, etc. and corresponding costs there.
Thanks.
Balikpapan..Soups unusual experience
Soup. In response to your posting, I believe the girl you are talking about is not Eltie but "Etie" or "Ety". Small bodied, slim girl, well dressed, not bad bodywise, protroding jaw with teeth that point in many directions and her "sister" would possibly be Fina who has a mole beside her eye. She is a regular at the Borneo Bar and Lamaru Bar and is well known in Balikpapan. Is this the right one?
On looking for jig jig in Jogja
One can at times take heart from the nostrum that you learn more from your mistakes than successes and so it was in Jogja. Defeat ignominious defeat.
I booked into the Jogjakarta Plaza about 3.30 on Tuesday. Bored, tired and vaguely cranky, I called for a massage to soothe my tired muscles and maybe get lucky. It’s a coin toss in the provincial hotels so I showered and got into some shorts and a t shirt. The masseur arrived – OMG –40, fat and a painted face. I bolted into the bathroom and put on a pair of underpants and considered for a moment whether I should lock the door. But a massage is a massage, I consoled myself, and went to my bed for one of the better massages I’ve had, and on cue, 15 minutes in, a slight flick across the balls did let me know that she offered extra services if so required. Thanks but no thanks. Her name was Rini, not a cute barfly sort of Rini but a real Bu Rini. Ok I thought I’ll try Hugos Café at the Sheraton and maybe my luck will change. Five or so hours later I arrived and probably should have told the taxi to keep going. There was a lonely kijang in the parking lot protected by the usual gaggle of layabouts at the gate. But as I passed the entrance I saw a cute ass at the front desk. Ok Pak driver wait, I instructed heading for the glass doors. 50,000 rps to get in including a sweet drink called a mix match which I couldn’t tell was alcoholic or not. Hugos is a white cavern of a place with a rectangular bar in the middle and a stage behind it. Empty with the only talent being a couple of girls, including the cute ass, hanging on to the guys in the band, plus 5 waitresses dressed in black with bleach blonde hair. At least the band Arnesia was something. 45 minutes later I was back at the hotel watching swimwear on the fashion channel to a song whose lyrics were: “you’ve gotta be jokin’ if you’re thinking about pokin’”. Right.
The next day business, then back to J town mid afternoon, but surprise of surprises (not) the flight was delayed by 4 hours. After a moment of fuck it fury, I thought why not one last chance, and went outside the terminal and asked a bemused guy at the taxi stand to take me to a massage place. By the time I got to the end of the covered walkway all the drivers knew what I was after and were giggling. So what, at least I’ll get laid while you sit round here trying to screw a fare from a passenger. The Griya Bugar Massage house (Ring Road Utara Maguwoharjo Kav. 27) looked very promising. At the counter were pictures of the girls - hard to say what they were really like but at least it was a good sign. I selected Miya and waited for 30 minutes while she finished her present job. Another good sign was a half dozen very good humored guys smoking and watching TV while they waited too. Bugar indeed. A receptionist with jeans a size too tight took me inside to a Japanese style cubicle – white Perspex and black frames. I stripped off and noted glumly the signs on the wall: No smoking, no sex, no drugs and no mobile phones. Bugar me. Miya was dumpy but very pretty and in her early twenties. She gave me long shorts to put on, and as the guy in the cubicle next door snored loudly I thought oh well yet another massage then. Mind you towards the end of the massage Miya casually let my hand on two occasions rest on her ample bosom and gave me a firm hint that if we hooked up outside later my drought would come to an end. But my flight beckoned, as did the knowledge that back in Jakarta the world was my oyster, literally.
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