Back from two weeks in the promised land
MTR is one of four similar places in Pangeran Jayakarta (Komplex Kota Indah). It now seems to have a condom policy. The girl would convince offenders (barebackers) that they should first give the condom a try. If this didn't work she would finish him off with a blowjob.
For those who go bareback the rule regarding VD infection, which I verified this time at my own expense, is not "the cheaper the riskier" but "the more freelance the riskier". That's where mamasans, rightly critisised for their incompetence when it comes to introductions, come into their own: they exercise a health watch over girls under their pupillage. Another thing: if a girl goes "sakit" at some point, don't infer you have the biggest cock in the world. Nearly all the girls who ever gave me Chlamydia complained of pains, especially in the doggy-style position.
Waiting for the antibiotic to make me symptom-free I went for straight massages. Handjobs are not just an inferior type of sexual activity. If performed right they can be just as fulfilling and mind-blowing as intercourse. Number 36 at Delta Spa (center Wijajah, a 15 minutes' drive from Blok M Melawai) is a case in point. Not only was her HJ memorable but her foot massage rid me of my upper-back stiffness. She also introduced me to the hot stone massage which I had been wrong never to try out before.
Alexis is an upper-range place in Ancol that reminds me of the now defunct 1001 (Hayam Wuruk) in that I am not welcome there. I get seated well away from the girls and served a fizzled out coca cola. This is the kind of joint where one is absolutely required to spend substantial money on one's first visit if one wants to be welcome later. All the same, my feeling is that bules, regardless of their spending habits, are not the preferred customers. Prices are not far from the million Rp even for domestic girls and I suspect tips of yet another million are not unusual, indeed expected. Among the local girls I recognised one of my former regulars from Sari Ayu (250 thousands at the time, now 800 thousands). Low- to mid-range places belonging to the same business group have a policy of upgrading the more popular girls to posh places like Alexis, Sumo etc.
Right in front of Café Batavia stands a place that used to be called "Pink House". It has seen better days, probably when the action in JKT was concentrated in that part of town. It has not improved since my last, inconclusive visit a couple of years ago. Sour-faced mamasans greeted us in mid-afternoon in a dusty, dark atmosphere. Average and with "slave-labour" written all over them, the dozen or so available girls were not at all eager to be picked out by customers, preferring to sulk on their dilapidated sofas.
Traffic jams keep gnawing at the monger's time budget. Spending three hours each day watching bumpers from a cramped Mercedes Silver Bird is unavoidable unless you want to spend the day in your hotel. Traffic is reputed to improve on week-ends but then there will often be a "demo" these days. Demonstrations on week-ends and holidays have threatened to become a permanent feature since the government decided to raise fuel prices.
At one in the morning I explored the scene along the canal across from Shangri-La where I was staying. Homeless tarts sit there all night, about one every twenty-five yards, none of them good-looking or clean-looking enough to make bringing them to my hotel room a realistic proposition. Some of them have makeshift "rooms" nearby in the open air. The remarkable thing is that I could've walked for hours along that stinking canal without ever being in any physical danger. In a similar place in South America I would've been tortured and murdered within minutes.