Around the World in 80 Girls: The Epic 3 Year Trip of a Backpacking Casanova (33 page)

Two
days later Donna went back to work in Jakarta and I promised her I would visit her again. We had been on a bang-a-thon for three days and I needed to rest my balls a bit. I left the fancy hotel room the same day and went to another, cheaper hotel nearby, though not the same one Darren and I had stayed in at first.  That one was too noisy in the morning. I found a nice double room with bathroom and stayed there for the remainder of my time in Kuta.

Darren
stayed with Bonita for several days but I had the feeling that I had pushed him too hard. He said that he was not that attracted to her and that they had didn’t have much to talk about. According to him the age difference was quite annoying too. I was a bit angry with him because he didn’t really want to do much during the day. I wanted to go to the beach but not alone; it made me feel awkward to be on my own with large groups of people around me. I met Lilly again and hooked up with her, which may seem like a dick move towards Darren but he had a girlfriend now, and had only kissed Lilly twice anyway.

She
said that she’d wanted to get together with me that night on the beach, but I was with her girlfriend Lenny then. I didn’t know how much I could believe her, because I heard from Darren that she was still sending him texts sometimes. I of course had kissed her one friend and banged the other so I couldn’t say much about it.

We
had a lot of fun and went out together almost every night. Lilly was a sweet and smart girl with a great tiny body. She was quite shy and careful between the sheets but soon became much wilder when the orgasms came, something she had never experienced in her previous marriage with some local dickhead who beat her from time to time.

Lilly
owned a small business so she had to go into the office every day. At night she would sleep in my room. I was bored as fuck during the day and when she couldn’t go out one night I went out alone – going dolo, as it’s called in pick-up terms.

In
Club Bounty I saw a tall muscular blonde girl who looked Russian standing next to a pillar. I walked up to her and asked her if she indeed was Russian. Her eyes widened and she stumbled: “How do you know?” I told her about my two months travelling in Russia and she obviously liked to hear that. I went with her and her girlfriend to the beach the next day. Vicki was muscular and when I asked about it she said she’d been arm-wrestling for many years on a student team. She had a great lean body and a firm butt. I couldn’t get far with her beyond one make-out that night.

We
went for some food later that night and arm-wrestled; I won but barely. “Your powers are weak, old man,” she said. No, not really, but that would have been cool. I was glad I won but wouldn’t have been too ashamed if I hadn’t. She was strong and I was weakened from travelling and my daily diet of beer and junk food. I could see she wasn’t that interested in a holiday romance, and except for going to the beach a few times I kept her at a bit of a distance. I was still texting with Donna a lot and even the girls I had met in Medan were still texting me crazy messages, but I hardly replied to them. I had to be careful that Bonita didn’t see me with Lilly, and Darren had to make excuses for me too.

One
day I decided to learn how to surf and went to the beach to get some lessons from local guys there – I didn’t feel like paying thirty-five dollars to get a four-hour boot camp with four others at an official surf school. The guys on the beach were sitting in the shade, renting out boards and giving cheap lessons. I went into the water with the instructor and after a while I was able to stand up and surf a bit. At one point when I fell of the board for the hundredth time, I hurt my foot and got a huge cut in it. It bled quite heavily but since I was just starting to enjoy being able to stand up and surf, and salt water sterilizes anyway, I continued the lesson until it really started to hurt. My foot was swelling a bit and the surfer dudes put some ice on it.

It
kept bleeding and they said it would be better to stop now and return tomorrow to continue the lesson for free. I agreed and limped back to the hotel.

The
funny thing was that my swim shorts were totally ripped up too. I had no idea how it happened but I must have looked like an idiot limping with a bloody foot and trying to hide my ripped up shorts by holding a small bag in front of it. The cut in my foot was quite nasty and the skin was damaged as well. I couldn’t wear a flip-flop on that foot because the cut was just where the sandal strap was. I could walk barefoot in the streets in the evening, which isn’t weird in a beach town, but during the day the pavement was too bloody hot to walk on. I let the wound dry out all day but at night I had to wear something to the bars, so I taped some bandages on my foot and used my flip flops again. This opened up the cut every night. It took nine days and a new pair of shoes to get the wound to close and heal. This was my first and only surfing experience; I wanted to surf in other countries, but found board rental prices and lessons too expensive in Australia and Brazil.

Bonita
had to start working again and Darren and I started hanging out a bit more than we had been the last little while. I had to avoid Darren if he was with Bonita because I didn’t want her to see me with Lilly and tell Donna about it. I really liked Donna and she had promised that I could stay at the hotel where she worked for free.

Darren
and I took a boat to the nearby Gili islands and stayed there for four days. The other guests included a lot of English guys who got shitfaced and played cards every night. I, of course, was on the pussy hunt every day but didn’t have much success. I really didn’t like western girls anymore at that point. Most of them were overweight and didn’t take good care of themselves. No need to start a rant about western girls again, but let’s say I wasn’t too fond of fat girls dancing like wild monkeys and being so drunk that you could hardly talk to them. When you already know you have a cute skinny girl with silky skin and beautiful black hair waiting for you and after that another cute one with giant knockers who has a free room for you in a five-star hotel, you are not too bothered to find something new.

After
four days I left and Darren stayed behind one more day boozing with his English drinking buddies. I stayed in Kuta for another six days with Lilly before I said goodbye to both her and Darren. There’s so much more I could tell about the time in Kuta: the hassles we had to extend our visas, both getting stomach flu, the places we visited on Bali, the shop girls and waitresses I was flirting with. The time I forgot my bank card at the convenience store and a store guy went out of his way to find me, the ladyboys riding around on scooters in the middle of the night and following you in the small alleys on the way to your hotel. I laughed when I saw stupidly drunken guys being lured into the alleys by luscious babes – they were in for a surprise. The look on the faces of convenience store girls when I bought lots of condoms almost three times a week, the statue of a Ronald McDonald on a surfboard, the time that…

Indonesia – Jakarta second visit

There have been only two occasions that I had someone waiting for me when I arrived somewhere. The second time was when I came home. The first time was in Jakarta.

Donna
waited for me at Jakarta airport and there was even a driver with her to take me to the hotel. I had definitely hit the jackpot with Donna.

W
hen we arrived at the hotel it was all luxury and class. This time I wouldn’t stay in a dirty old room and flush a toilet with a bucket of water. This was an enormous five-star, resort-like hotel where I could jump in the pool or take a free jet-ski ride whenever I wanted. Basically everything I wanted to do, eat or drink was free. Donna had to work that day but still came to our huge room every now and then and we banged like crazy.  Her E-cups were hard to resist. And of course it wasn’t all about the sex. She is a genuine kind and friendly girl. Always smiling and in a happy mood, even if I wasn’t. Not once have I seen her grumpy or angry.

In
the evening I went to the restaurant and feasted on the massive buffet there. Tables of delicious food including lobster, shrimps, T-bone steaks and other kinds of expensive food. This was a huge difference from the rice and chicken or Big Macs I had eaten in Bali every day. After the dessert, which included lots of delicious ice cream and fruits, I could barely stand up and walk to the elevator myself. This went on for three days. I think I gained a couple of pounds in just a few days. In the morning I would eat the breakfast buffet. I would order room service for lunch and ate $18 steak sandwiches, and in the evening it was dinner buffet time again. I was enjoying the good life.

I
noticed that there were massages on the room service menu and asked Donna if I could get one. “Yeah, sure,” she said and ordered a masseuse for me. The masseuses I had seen walking around the hotel were young hot girls. I was looking forward to a hot massage from one of those girls but when I opened the door there was a 40-year-old woman with arms like a WWF wrestler. Disappointed but still looking forward to a massage I lay down on the bed and was dumb enough to say that I like a strong massage. Well, this roided-up woman massaged the living daylights out of me. She was almost breaking my ribs and spine but the worst was still to come: my legs. I don’t know how she did it but I had tears in my eyes when she “massaged” my calves and feet. Saying that it was too strong didn’t help much. Afterwards I could barely stand up straight, and walking hurt because of my battered calves.

Donna
and I always had open talks about everything and I jokingly accused her of sending that female butcher up to my room. She laughed and said she didn’t anything about it. “Can I have another one tomorrow?” I asked her. “Yeah, no problem,” she said. I made the phone call to the reception myself this time and specifically asked for a young, good-looking girl and an oil massage. I even made the guy repeat a few times. Now nothing stood in my way from a nice hot girl coming up to the room. I was wrong again. The woman who showed up wasn’t a young hot girl but about 36 years old, though she had a nice big butt. She gave me an oil massage (which still hurt like hell since my body was still battered from the day before) and I tried to game her a bit but she kept asking for a big tip if I wanted something extra.

As
I said before, Donna and I talked openly about sex and relationships, and it became clear to me that she considered me as a fuck buddy, or a “bed friend” as she named it. There was some feeling involved but she had a few other guys who visited her from time to time too. There was the Spanish business man who visited sometimes, an Australian one as well and an English pilot who flew around the world and came to see her when he flew to Jakarta. Hearing this hurt my ego a bit, and while I’m never actually jealous of someone this guy made me feel a bit green with envy. She showed me a picture of him and the guy was ripped and handsome. He made tons of money as an airline pilot and probably had hot girls waiting for him all over the world. I decided not to be a complete hypocrite and forgot what she had told me. She was attracted to me and that should be enough; I shouldn’t show her beta behavior like jealousy and neediness.

On
Saturday night Donna, some friends of her that worked in the hotel and I went to Stadium, supposedly the biggest club in South East Asia. Since Indonesia is a Muslim country and Muslims aren’t allowed to drink alcohol, the whole crowd was doing ecstasy tabs. I tried one for the first time in my life. Donna paid for the tablet, that cost twenty dollars in Jakarta. In Holland you can buy that crap for three dollars. I didn’t feel so different but had trouble standing in one place. The whole crowd was dancing and raving away but it looked boring and it was very cold inside. It was a giant sausage-fest without many hot girls around. I shared half a tab more with one of Diana’s friends.

One
of her girlfriends who worked at the hotel was there too and she looked smoking hot. Her boyfriend was a quiet and dorky guy and I wondered how he ever landed a cute girl like her. She was wearing braces and it made me feel horny as hell. Every time Donna looked away I took a peek at her girlfriend’s tight round booty that was perfectly fitted in her jeans. Sorry Donna, I know you’re reading this.

The ecstasy was making me feel extra horny and Donna and I jumped in a cab and went back to the room. We showered but I noticed that my ding dong wasn’t working that well. Was it the ecstasy in combination with lots of beers? Probably. It made a good excuse for trying out the Cialis I had bought in the Philippines. I took a whole tab and for the next few hours I couldn’t stop fucking. I had all this energy from the ecstasy and a raging boner from the Cialis. It was unlike everything I had ever experienced. Donna moaned and shouted out loud while I kept banging her like a machine gun with unlimited ammo. People were banging on the walls and door and yelling at her to be quiet.

I
couldn’t believe I had so much energy. Usually after ten or fifteen minutes my tongue was already hitting the ground and I had to stop before my heart exploded. Half my trip I had been in the worst shape ever and now I felt like a superman. Even after we stopped banging after a few hours I couldn’t sleep and at 10am in the morning I was still up and writing a long email to Darren, who left Indonesia that day.

When
I woke up in the afternoon I felt like shit. I was dead tired and my nose and throat were seriously hurting. I blamed the cold club and the fact that the air conditioning had been on all night while we were banging and sleeping. Donna felt fine except for the fact that she had trouble walking from being sore between the legs and having muscle pain. I didn’t want to eat that day and felt sick; I even threw up that night, which was embarrassing because Donna heard it.