The local food options in Jakarta take some time to figure out. Took a Grab to South Jakarta to some mall and a Sports Bar called Brew & Barrell. Like 90% of the Sports bars I have been to around the world, the wait staff have no idea how to work the TVs and typically have zero interest in sports. Same thing here. There was shit car racing on TV. You would think they have World Cup highlights? The girl could not find any World Cup replays, no sports commentary, no baseball, rugby, nothing. Not even snooker, and there's always bloody snooker happening somewhere on the dial. I settled on a boring replay of a Championship League game.
This brewpub has a variety of choices of beer from a Bali based brewery. Western food options. Waitresses that don't speak English and can't explain why certain things on the menu are correct and certain things are mistakes. Salad and quesadilla and three pints – average food, average beer – came to almost 800,000 Rp or about 40 USD. That's like two hours with Claudia, but without the release! Oh, well. I was expecting it. No problem paying that amount of Rupiahs if you get good service and excellent food / drink. Here, not so much. It did give me incentive to figure out Indonesian food, basic food vocabulary, and explore the various options available to the locals. You may be wondering why I am including this bit about food in my story. Well, until you come here, you have no idea how hard it is to find a decent sandwich, a green salad, or recognizable meat. Except for fast food places, which also have their issues. Basically, it's easier to find quality pussy here than a meal with ingredients you can recognize.
Grabbed it to the RR tracks, arriving at just after 8:00 PM. Looked like they were all just getting set up. Still about 40 girls spread out up and down the tracks. Again, fascinated by all the talent surrounding me, I got so lost in the fantasy, once again I needed to be yelled at by a Mamasan who pulled me off the tracks before an east bound train buzzed past. Man, I didn't think I was that drunk. I was looking for the girl named Ara who I met a couple days ago. No Ara. Walked a little further and was greeted by a smiling, happy girl who said, Hi! How are you? – a phrase she has learned to say in proper American. We shook hands. Her English trailed off after that to pretty much non-existent. She called herself Vira, got up and giggled at me to reveal a mouth full of hardware, then led me across the tracks, down the ladder, up and over another short wall, around the love motel where I was last time, down a narrow corridor with a few shops on the left and a construction barrier to the right. It went on and on. Never been this far into it before. Crossing the construction site, we soon turned right, then under a tunnel, then into a doorway. Walked so far I was not sure this was for real. But it was. Same 2 meter by 1 meter space, plywood walls and hardly any light. She stripped fast, and seeing her naked, I pulled out my camera to capture her beauty on film. She jumped up and yelled, No video! Not angry, just annoyed. Grabbed my camera and proceeded to erase the two images I had made. Then lay back down. Since this was no issue last couple of times, even treated like a standard part of the deal, I thought most girls wouldn't mind. Well, I was wrong. I apologized and she was cool. Vira kneeled to inspect the equipment, used wet-wipes to clean little Johnny, then proceeded to suck me. Repeated same as we lay down. Fucked with her on top, riding in squat position. Tiny patch of fuzz on her little box, perfect small girl tits, and her smiling all the time, showing her braces. It was nice to just stare at her as she rubbed herself, then opened her pussy to show me her wetness and let me cum into her open gash. She had certainly watched her fair share of porn. Only trouble was it was so f-ing hot in that cubicle, I couldn't see with the sweat pouring into my eyes. I think she would have been fine waiting me out, but it was so hot in there, cramped and uncomfortable, for two people impossible: I took up twice the space that Vera did. Couldn't just relax and enjoy, so I made myself finish and got dressed. I asked her politely if I could take a picture of her and she said, Yes, with a tip. Her coy little "tip" request sounded like she was not expecting to get one. I got my picture of her – dressed, unfortunately – and gave her the standard fee: 200 K plus 50 K tip, then 50 K more because I was holding it in my hand, and she made a cute little nod towards it and I am a slave to their cute smiles. Handing it over, she was once again radiating joy. FYI, 50 K is about two and a half USD. A small price to pay for a wide smile, silly giggle and a happy lady.
I returned to the RR tracks to have coffee with the old ladies that sell drinks along the side, between the girls. No one speaks any English. Numbers need to be shown on a calculator to pay your tab, which came to 30 k, or about a buck fifty. The old lady remembered me from last time, and so felt free to suggest I buy Vira a drink, which I did. It seemed that everyone knew Vira in that section of the RR tracks. Not surprising as she is bubbly, extroverted and cute. After coffee, and a pleasant goodbye, I left. Walked down Gedong Panjang, past the guys grilling up whole fish on the sidewalk, and the tuktuk drivers waiting for men coming down from the RR tracks, down to the Dunkin Donuts and back into the clean world. Grabbed it back to Classic with a driver who was another Indonesian philosopher. Took me the scenic route through Old Jakarta. Worth a visit next time I am in town. Seems to have character and good walking points, as opposed to the area around Classic which is dirty and featureless. I thought about a better place to stay in Jakarta, on my next visit. One major consideration is the 30 to 45 minutes it takes to drive across Jakarta. Classic or Luminor seem central to our pursuits, but you got to plan on long car rides through insane traffic jams at all times of the day. I like the Classic hotel well enough. Mosquitos coming through the air-conditioning vents are a pestilence, but I see them everywhere I go in this city. Also, it's nice to have the girls in the building, and although my 5-day visit only included one stop at T2 for a cross-cultural exchange, I took advantage of the kind people and central location to hit places North, South, and Central. More research is needed, and that is only effective when you are here in person. The internet can be misleading, and comments and opinions on this site are so objective, you got to have a good filter. And even that can lead you astray. Only answer is to come here. More than once. And let the city show itself to you.
6 girls in 5 days in Jakarta and my dick is wondering WTF is going on? "You're not in Kansas anymore, my friend. ".
Off to Phenom Penh this morning for two days of fun before I finish in Thailand.
