The Best of Batam

[cheongseeker]

Hoi bro DNAT, I try to gather more info on the deep fried frog leggs and only managed to find out a place call 222. Dat fellow dun wanna tell me more

Any lau jiao can help? Think it somewhere near to Harmoni Apartment but dun hv exact location.

Bro DNAT, dun say I neber do work hor.

[alphalaw]

Originally Posted by sassina2

Vor very good massage therapy, Batam's Nagoya area has many places with some very good ones too at reasonable prices for 1 and half hours to 2 hours treatment. And, extra services are strictly not permited and yet does happen because of the close proximity of customer and masseur. Depends on your approach and the money at hand!

yah yah... and that time I went, I came back with a bruised back for 1.5 weeks...

Have a hard time explaining..

[sassina2]

Originally Posted by alphalaw

yah yah... and that time I went, I came back with a bruised back for 1.5 weeks...

Have a hard time explaining..

Explaining a bad back is easy enough if you just claim "slipped disc" or twisted nerve - no big deal.

Did she jump on you or you were trying out some karma sutra movement that was too difficult?

[alphalaw]

Originally Posted by sassina2

Explaining a bad back is easy enough if you just claim "slipped disc" or twisted nerve - no big deal.

Did she jump on you or you were trying out some karma sutra movement that was too difficult?

Went for this traditional massage... Then the WL said I had some problem... and after she did my back, started to bruise up.

[Batam Man]

Originally Posted by alphalaw

Went for this traditional massage... Then the WL said I had some problem... and after she did my back, started to bruise up.

SEE?!!
You should have tella her your back got no problem, but your below got horny problem...

[sassina2]

Originally Posted by alphalaw

Went for this traditional massage... Then the WL said I had some problem... and after she did my back, started to bruise up.

She jumped on it?

Who was it and which massage house? Better make sure I dun use the same one in future.

Perhaps you have the same problem as me - spondolisis or something like that - a fucking long word for an S- shaped spine with problems

[DNAT]

Originally Posted by cheongseeker

I go collect info update for database lah.

Collect database just like that BinBin huh? no need lah, now ppl start to help Regina to promote her stocks liao iho

http://forum.sammyboy.com/showthread.php?t=23749

[Candyman]

Brothers now Batam no more Ozone liao meh? no mention here at all leh how come huh?

[DNAT]

Originally Posted by Candyman

Brothers now Batam no more Ozone liao meh? no mention here at all leh how come huh?

Ozone at Baloi - up the hill and below is hotel Mutiara & Bumi Nusantara? .... Heard its closed

[Candyman]

CLOSE LIAO!!!!! brother how long liao. i got 1 gf working there as waitress recently call her but number no more in use though going there to find her but now dont know how to liao sad.

[sassina2]

Originally Posted by Candyman

CLOSE LIAO!!!!! brother how long liao. i got 1 gf working there as waitress recently call her but number no more in use though going there to find her but now dont know how to liao sad.

It closed some time ago already.

Mami Era also relocated to Club Coin maybe you can ask her where your GF gone. For all you know, you might just find her via Mami Era

[newyorker88]

Originally Posted by cheongseeker

Hoi bro DNAT, I try to gather more info on the deep fried frog leggs and only managed to find out a place call 222. Dat fellow dun wanna tell me more

Any lau jiao can help? Think it somewhere near to Harmoni Apartment but dun hv exact location.

Bro DNAT, dun say I neber do work hor.

Yes, It is DIRECTLY OPPOSITE Harmoni Apartment. In a row of shop houses, but usually it opens for dinner only. Afternoon not much. Try their ayam goreng. You will not regret!

[DNAT]

Originally Posted by newyorker88

Yes, It is DIRECTLY OPPOSITE Harmoni Apartment. In a row of shop houses, but usually it opens for dinner only. Afternoon not much. Try their ayam goreng. You will not regret!

pak,
would appreciate it if you could PM me the shop name, shop house # & Tel number so that I can go and try the food there .... thanks

[sassina2]

“Where you at?” Ghenggis’ message beamed into my Indonesian mobile the moment I landed at Batam Center. Hopped into a taxi quickly before I wrote my reply. “Just landed and on the way.”

It was Friday evening and I had boarded a terribly full Asian Raider II at Harbourfront in Singapore for the 6.40pm ride across. It left 10 minutes late and the traffic was terrible that evening from Batam Center to Nagoya. A normal 20 minute ride took more than 35 minutes as we crawled in.

The key to my budget room at Prima Asia was ready and I knocked on Ghenggis’ door, room 306 once I had dumped my knapsack. “Lets go, I’m starving” I said. He passed me my Rupiahs that he had changed and suddenly I was a “millionaire” ready to hit town for another night of debauchery.

First to Oki’s Siang Heng cooked food stall our favourites there. Four dishes and a couple of beers later, our bill ran up to 117,000 Rp. Inclusive of a steamed fish, two vegetables and an egg omellete. Eggs – yes, Singapore’s been starved of eggs for quite a few days now.

During the meal, Chillisquid’s message came through on the mobile, “Where are you guys? I am at PP Banana.”

“Just finished dinner here at Oki, who’s there. ” I sent out.

“Mongerx, M*** and possibly D*&* “ he replied.

We walked back to our hotel to wash off the sweat of dinner and then took a slow walk to Lucy’s below PP Banana.

Mongerx with his regular I*** h and Chilli with the dancer (we all wanted from PP) were happily seated in the far right corner of the place.

Ghenggis and I had a mission. It was a “hit or miss” affair with two gals from one of the hair salons in Nagoya, a sort of unfinished agenda from a previous visit.

M**% another s-player came down from PP with the Madurese in hand, probably based on a testimony from Bafana who was absent for this unplanned gathering of “sinners”. Between Mongerx devouring what looked like a huge “Texan sandwich” and some drinks, it was decided that the group adjourn to No Name Pub to listen to the band and then head on later to Pacific Disco to finish off the night. Meantime, one of the Batam regulars BT came down from PP to say hello to the rest of the guys since they were from the same home country, “refugees” in Batam that Friday night!

The main group moved on while Ghenggis and I stayed on at Lucy’s to await the arrival of the two lasses from the salon. At the appointed time of 10.30pm, the main door of Lucy’ opened and there I saw before me an amazing transformation.

The apple of my eye had done what I hated most. She had put on heavy make up and done her hair in heavy gel, pulled up a pony tail much like a warrior princess. She was decked out in all sorts of shiny little diamond-like sparklers all over including her matching shoes each with a full strap of sparklers down the front. She was in my eyes suddenly, less attractive than when I first sighted her without make-up and in her simple work clothes. Dammit, a “sophisticated Jakarta cewek”. And I wanted was a plain kampong sweetie.

Her first words were “Did you bring me the Davidoff?” Bloody cewek was not interested in anything except her damm smelly water. Ha, I was too smart for that! I said, “yes its here but in my room, can’t expect me to be carry around the bottle all night can you?”. She gave me that “look” as if she did not believe me. Well, it’s a game and we’re all players I thought so lets see how the night goes.

Her companion the accounts girl had less than perfect complexion but look definitely vulnerable. Old fox Bob Bule spotted her and was on his feet quick as “Peter Pan” and was soon at our table making enquiries of her.

So the evening wore on with suggestions by us to go to the No Name and later to Pacific being vetoed by my “love for the night”. Ghenggis and I exchanged looks and he was urging me to dump them there and then and, move on as he had another “project” as a back-up which was already beeping him relentlessly on the SMS.

I persisted and, we moved on next door to Classic Pub since all our suggestions towards entertainment were “killed”. The “lead lady of the pair wanted to go to a Karaoke somewhere and unfortunately, my pal Ghenggis hates Karaokes. So, the stalemate left us there happily drinking and passing time playing pool at Classic. I then “challenged” the lass to play pool with my left hand with the loser having to drink his/her share of Gin-Soda. Funnily enough my left hand was playing better than my right. Despite that, the lady vixen “cheated” by drinking less and less.

Meantime, two guys from Sillypore (expats) were soon at our table to chat up our ladies too. Hmmmm.

The accounting girl was coy and wanted to go the way with Ghenggis but the lead vixen was making it difficult and suggesting a compensation beyond our imagination for her as if it was the sale of the century. It was getting too “hard” for our liking.

Meantime, Pestben a local Singapore expat in Batam walked in with a friend from Bintan also from Singapore and we shared more small talk and drinks.

The evening dragged on and it was past midnight. If the ladies were not wanting to go anywhere mutually agreeable, Ghenggis and I made it clear that we were heading back to our hotel. We asked for the bill and asked them if they were coming. The accounting gal wanted and looked at lead vixen if it was OK.
I looked her in the eye and asked if she “approved”? She said exactly what got me upset there and then. “Yes, I want to go and get the Davidoff but I am not staying.”

“Oh”, I intimated, in that case, lets call it a night, I’ll send it to you tomorrow, no need to come with us. Can I get you a car to send you back?” Wow, it proved to be vehement, she retorted, “No Need, I have mine too.” And then she started playing with the Nokia 6600 as if sending out an SMS and I could see that she was upset too. At that point, I slipped 100k into the accounting lass’s hand for their taxi (two ways) to let her and vixen know that we were no cheapos! (as a sort of “heres some small change for your time!”)

The night had been half spent and there we were, Plan A dead and Ghenggis’s plan B had just sent him this message, “Don’t contact me again, you are a liar,”
I found out that he had been supposed to meet her and her friend at Lucy’s too.

That’s the price when you put two alternatives too closely together like that. He was mad with me cos Plan A was my motivation and Plan B was his. There it was Plan Ziltch at about nearly 1am on a lonely Friday night in Nagoya, Batam. No worries!

I called for the bill and at the same time, the two ladies left without even waving a goodbye. I think the very lovely waitresses of Classic must have enjoyed the “scene” then. Well, that’s drama a-la-Nagoya and I’m sure its not the first they’ve seen of it there.

To Pestben and the man from Bintan. “lets go Pacific I said.” Bills paid, we all hopped into the vehicle and soon we were patting the security and doormen’s hands to say thanks, (don’t you collect no entry fee from me) and the noise of the disco’s music soon hit our heads.

The disco had filled up and there were all there, the male hunters and the women, hunting the men hunters.

Meanwhile, Mongerx had SMS to me that they were already in the disco, and I made a tour of the normal places he would be at and found them at a rear table together with I**7, Cillisquid and his partner. They were already well oiled & in full swing with the partying by then. Ghenggis and I split up to do our “walking about” to announce to the hunters that we were there and available.

I myself checked out a few “enquiries” and bought a beer at the bar for 25k. Plenty of women around and I gave myself 40 minutes to find myself a suitable lady for the night. It was getting late and time for “bed” as far as I was concerned. In Batam where Pacific closes at 7am, it was still early for most others. On my second tour around, I spotted a slim petitte thingy who I thought would do for the night. Dragged her by the hand to the lighted connecting corridor ostensibly to get her mobile number but the real reason to see her in the light first. (I have had enough shockers if I don’t do this in the past). I then took her to the rear wall to feel out her body behind that outfit of hers while just moving with the music.

While this was going on, I was watching Ghenggis who had led a lady by the hand to Mongerx’s table and was busily trying to have a look at her face with a cigarette lighter he borrowed from Chillisquid. Rude bugger!

More groping by myself trying to sync with the music and her body and soon, I decided it was time to go. Already, I saw Mongerx taking his leave with Chillisquid and partner and I signaled Ghenggis that we should leave too. He took leave of Chillisquid and me too and we walked out to hop into a taxi to take us back to Prima Asia Hotel. It was close to 2.30am.

Ghenggis had switched ladies. He was now with one of I**7’s friends, W***n a Balinese lass.

(to be continued)

[sassina2]

(continuation)

I went back to my room and he to his at the hotel and I tossed my girl on the bed to continue where we had left off in the Disco. Already, I had “popped the pill” before leaving the disco and so I went into the shower first and then hailed her in to share the shower. I normally bring along a “body scrub” so that I can get the woman to do me a neat sensual scrub before the main action. And I can also do her body sensually while probing all the nooks and corners. She washed me up nicely in every corner in that little shower place.

Towelled and dry, again, we “roll around in the hay” and then, its time to get sheathed so I throw her the box of rubbers and she smiles and instinctively broke a piece to cap my harderned manhood.

Suddenly, I had the urge that I was going to do a “wham bang” and I entered her furiously. Think it did not last for more than 5 minutes but I hammered away as if my life depended on it. Soon, my entire weeks’ beans spilled into the sheath. It was truly an uncontrolled quickie. I was satisfied and just laid there on top to let it all flow on out before I withdrew and kissed her breast thank you.

We chatted a while and I discovered that she was just a new kid on the block having come in from Medan to work. Finding none, she survives on the tricks she picks up in the Discos of Nagoya, primarily Pacific and Planet.

The idea of keeping an untrackable freelancer overnight is still not in my books because I usually travel with my notebook. This provides me with in-room music the way I have programmed it. Sometimes when its desired, a “movie” or two. All this besides having my “office” and internet connectivity with me. I would definitely be “crippled” if the freelancer walks away with it.

It was time for her to go as I was tired and my pecker will not be rising for at least another hour by which time I would surely be dozed off. She was glad to go too. On my suggestion, she went into the bathroom, washed up and came out to put on her clothes. I gave her all of 150k and she said thank you and out the door she went. I washed up and closed my eyes only to open it in the morning. Looking at my watch, I found it was already 10am, local time.

Phoned Ghenggis in his room and a slow drawl of a hello told me he was still in bed with his darling, a rare thing for him for the same reasons as me. Hmmm, I thought I should go over and join them. Put on my shorts and went over to his room.

Knocked and he opened it and I just walked in and jumped into his bed beside her. She was totally nude and he was in his boxer underwear. I grabbed at her breasts which were so inviting and she rolled over and said NO. I asked, “mau pijat? And she said “OK” and I proceeded to go through my routine honed from the many times I have had massage services myself. Worked her upper back and then the backsides and the legs and back up to her lower backside near her inner thighs and spread her legs to massage her inner thighs. My hands could feel her enjoying every touch and feel and I glanced my fingers on her outer labia. She closed her legs rolled over and grabbed Ghenggis – “no, cannot” she said, demonstrating total faithfulness to her night’s date. Damm, I said, “I want you can make video, OK?” I asked? And she said “tidak mau”. And with that, she held him closer and put her hand on his dickie. I was starting to get hard at the thought of her other hand on me and, I pulled it to me but, she pulled away. This is one of those moments when you are on the brink of getting a lady to do a “ménage le trio” and I said coyly, “ kasi lah kita enak tiga orang” (give lah, we have 3 person fun) and, she grabbed Ghenggis even closer and harder her hand continuing to hold on to Ghenggis’s now erect member.

I then got up from the bed and said well, OK, “aku pergi lah” (I got then) and opened the door and closed it still standing in the room with the hope that I would be able to view a great performance from them.

It was not to be, from the bed, they could see in the mirror that I was still there and Ghenggis yelled, “I can seeya” go away. Well, too bad I thought and exited and went back to sleep in my room.

Around an hour later, an SMS arrived from Ghenggis, “I’m done, wanna have breakfast?” I thought, shits, lunch time is almost over, and replied, “lets go eat at the coffee shop.” See you there.”

As expected, Ghenggis said, “lets stay another night.” I just had a wonderful “put” with her. She’s a great f**k, I might even want her again sometime soon.

My phone rang, a typical miscall from a cewek who wants to talk and it was Ria. The cutey that I have been stalking who used to word as guest relations at the front desk of Pacific Disco. Now, I had left her a few messages on previous visits but her mobile was never on. What would she want now, I wondered. Rang the number and in her cheerful voice, she elaborated that she had seen me the previous evening groping the other girl in the disco looking happy. Shits! The “girl of my passion” who is supposedly a non-working lady had witnessed my debauchery and now calls me. My mind lights up, maybe she’s joined the profession and wants me. “Ria, kenapa tidak panggil ku?” (why did you not call me Ria?) I said. And she said she had been wary to disturb the other cewek who might get angry. “Ria, lain kali jangan gitu, panggil lah. Aku mau dengan Ria sudah cari kau banyak hari di Batam.” (next time don’t do be like that, I have been looking for you many days in Batam) I replied.

The opportunity was there and I could feel my liddle pecker getting hard even as I talked. “Ria, datang lah ka hotel sini sekarang, Aku mau jumpa kau.“ (Ria, come here to my hotel now, I would like to meet you) I offered. This went on for a while and she finally said, “OK aku pergi mandi dulu lagi half hour, ku datang, Hotel kau di mana?” (OK, I go have a shower, will go there in half an hour, where is your hotel?)

I informed her I would SMS that to her and then put down the call. By then, I was already at the breakfast coffee shop with Ghenggis and we had our normal morning rations of soft boiled eggs and the works with Chinese tea.

The decision was easily made to stay over another night.

Back in the hotel, Ria never arrived and her phone had gone quietly dead. I could not get through at all. Bloody teaser, I thought, never mind, a simple message was sent to her to tell her to call me at the earliest. Around an hour later, she sent me a message, “Sori abang, ku dengan teman di sini tidak mau ka hotel, malu dan tidak mau cewek kau marah ku, lain kali kenal ya.” (Sorry, brother, I am with my friend, don’t want to go to hotel, shame and don’t want your lady to scold me, lets meet next time ok)

Well, I was not going to answer that kind of message and mindset from a teaser, I will let it pass for now, I thought. Time to find new entertainment for the rest of our stay.

Chenggis and I then went to change more Rupiahs as we had burnt up most of what we had the previous night. The rate was a favourable 5410 RPs for each Sillypore dollar from our favourite money changer right next to Istemewa Seafood Soup.

Then, we drifted into the Bistro where there were just 3 others and had a quick Bintang spending a slow boring half hour therein.

(to be continued)