Yogyakarta: Sosrowijayan and Ambarrukmo Plaza?
Hello, everyone. So here I am in Jogjkarta with much time, and as we know, idle hands are the devil's playthings. I'm excitied to make an *original contribution* of a source that hasn't been mentioned here, if I'm not wrong. But that's below, after my first story about ground that has already been trod on by other commenters.
I was on Jl. Sostrowijayan and decided to look for the famed fishbowl near the Jogja Moon Hotel. I walked the length of Sosrowijayan untiul I reached Lucifier, the rock-and-roll bar, and then crossed the street and continued straight on.
I don't think I saw the sign for Jogja Moon, but I walked until the next corner and passed a place with a sign that said "Tiga Kuda" or something kuda. It reminded be of the round Bintang signs on the Sosrowijayan places that were closer to Jl Malioboro. The round signs that indicated it was a bule bar.
Outside the Kuda place, which was not a bar, but looked like a home, were five Javanese fellows sitting around and nongkrong'ing. They asked me if I was looking for girls, and I said maybe later.
I walked one more block and noticed a big hotel to my right. The front door was accessed from a stairway. A man came out and asked me if I wanted cewek. Sure, I said.
He led me back to the first place. He's the hotel manager but apparently fronts for the pimps. A nice fellow, from the nearby regency of Klaten. He said that there were always bule here. Huh.
Anyway, the dude said the price was Rp 300, 000. I said,"huh." "Too much? He replied. I just meant "huh", but obviously we can nego nego a bit. Inside the house was quite different. It was obviously a fishbowl joint, but it didn't have many girls at 7 pm The mami offered me a book to look at, which promised 18 year olds. 20 year olds. 25 year olds. The older the woman's age in the picture, the more airbrushed and blurry it was.
Mr. Manager said that Mami was on the menu. Big tits, he said in English. Good service. Why thank you, I thought. (PS Her tits were not big). Anyway, he then said tidak ada yang cocok? No one you like? No, I said. He then took me away from the empty fishbowl and book and into the immense depths of Kuda. We went to a staging area, of sorts. It was a sofa surrounded by small rooms with curtains where girls were readying themselves. They were all in their 20s and none had a smile for OmBule. None looked to be all that beautiful either, although they were not ugly.
"Tidak ada yang cocok?" he asked again. I was thinking those curtained rooms are definitely not cocok. He said wait wait, ada lagi. But wait, there's more.
At this point those who lack a sense of adventure might want to exit, as he and me and mami went even deeper into the place. There was a small, dark alley and a grimy corridor or two. Before this stuff freaked me out. Now its totally usually: typical kota kampung.
We arrived at the girls' kosan, or boarding house. It looked like every other low-rent kosan in JOgja. A bunch of rooms around a courtyard, all filled with girls getting dressed and ready. They were definietly younger, early 20s, definitely pretty. But not pretty enough. And the thought of being on one of those small, unaircon kosan rooms was not attractive.
I retreated. But remember: easily accessed from Jl Sosrowijayan. The men outside are all friendly enough and Rp. 300, 000 is where they start.
Now the next day I was at Ambaraukmo Plaza, the swankiest mall in Jogjakarta. There's a newish star-rated hotel next to it, the Hotel Ambarukmo. On the opposite side of the street, just before where the warung nasi kambing is, there is a seafood restaurant.
I passed this restaurant several times. In the table furthest from the street there was always a group of girls, jeans and tight tops, sitting as a group, looking far to good to be a random group of girls in a resto. On two occassions, I was offered massages services: once by a man talking with one of the girls, once by a tukang ojek. The tukang ojek said that he runs (or is the front man) for call girls (really: cewek di panggil!) for massage. Ibu-ibu start at Rp. 100, 000 for pijat, the younger ones at Rp. 150, 000.
Hmmmmm, I thought. These girls made eye contact with me on both nights. These girls had those large, round breasts that those women in Central Java have. These girls were pretty and looked more spirited and young. And Rp. 150, 000 is enough for me to start with. I've never seen this before in JOgja!
The restaurant closes around 11 p. M, but the tukang ojek is still there, waiting to make deliveries. I'll let you know how it goes, but lads, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.
Hotel Classic on the way to the airport
On a whim I asked the taxi driver to stop at Hotel Classic on the way to the airport at 3 pm. The spa on the lower floor was full of goodies, mainly of average quality but with exceptions. Like Sophia: young, short, chubby, beautiful face and large natural breasts. 700K. She started with a BBBJ and tit fuck while she was undressing me before the shower. More of the same in the shower. The little moaning continued during the massage that quickly turned into a solid romp, DFK, DATY with finish in the back door. Sophia is a sexy and hardworking girl. Recommended.
Hotel Travel Mangga Besah
I'm new to Indonesia. When I saw a post about hotel travel I realised it is walking distance to my hotel and hence I walked there.
I understand they are local, only limited capability to communicate in english. It was difficult to convince them to show me the types of beer before I order (I'm German.
In the entrance I got two number tags. One was for the bag I brought with me, the other was "to order". It took a while until I understood it is not about food or beverage.
Anyway, I had a few beers and watched the scene. Normally I go to pick-up bars and see what happens. In Hotel Travel it seems very well organised and I have a few questions about it:
1. What's the difference between the green, red, blue skirted girls?
2. Once I want to engage what do I have to tell the brown-dressed elder ladies?
3. What is a reasonable rate?
4. What do I get for the monies?
5. Where does the action taking place. No take out I guess, right?
Thanks for guidance, guys.
T
Hey, you are supposed to tell us
Transmuter, you are right at the spot there. By now, regardless of language problems, you should have established answers to all of your questions. Tell us what you learned.
Hey, even the slow-witted U.S. Secret Service guys were able to figure it out -- more or less. Certainly a German is smarter, nicht wahr?
