I take a whole day to recover the stress of long bus trip. In Bandar Lampung there 'nothing to see except a square with a monument of elephants playing soccer and a viewpoint on a hill, from here you can see what remains of the volcano Krakatoa, and beyond, the coast of' island of Java, the next destinanzione.
Jakarta and 'a stone's throw away, I reach it easily with a minibus. The strait which separates Sumatra from Java and '... close ... by ferry and you put only 1 ½ hours to cover the distance.
Jakarta and 'as saying the Anglo-Saxons, overwhelming. The city 'more' big in Southeast Asia. A jungle underground more than 9 million people, growing to 'go crazy. A population growth and urban sprawl. Arriving on a hot Thursday afternoon, after I settled, I sit in one of the many restaurants overlooking the bustling Jalan Jaksa, the road of backpackers.
You know a boy in Indonesia. It helps me to decipher the menu and then stops to talk to. It makes the event coordinator at the Ritz Carlton in Jakarta and met an Italian Formula GP2 Asia (among other things I saw before the races in Malaysia F1 GP) named Mark Bonalumi and you feel your mobile phone to Anton , Indonesian, while we're at the restaurant. Anton at some point I pass it and it turns out that Mark and I 'of Lecco (23 years) by calling Bahrain!
I'm pretty tired but I let myself get to a night out. You go to Red Square vodka bar. Girls and wild dancing cube Anton pay me to drink (4 vodka redbull redbull with little shots of tequila and 2) I do the spacchiuso and drink it in a nano second shot (as he sips), exclaiming "I am a professional tequila" ( remembering the night in Italy with the legendary Cuervo Reposado, now replaced with chupito rum and pear). During the evening the turning point. Anton and I realize that 'gay ... It speaks to a finger from his face and I have the impression that he tried to kiss me!
Jakarta and 'a stone's throw away, I reach it easily with a minibus. The strait which separates Sumatra from Java and '... close ... by ferry and you put only 1 ½ hours to cover the distance.
Jakarta and 'as saying the Anglo-Saxons, overwhelming. The city 'more' big in Southeast Asia. A jungle underground more than 9 million people, growing to 'go crazy. A population growth and urban sprawl. Arriving on a hot Thursday afternoon, after I settled, I sit in one of the many restaurants overlooking the bustling Jalan Jaksa, the road of backpackers.
You know a boy in Indonesia. It helps me to decipher the menu and then stops to talk to. It makes the event coordinator at the Ritz Carlton in Jakarta and met an Italian Formula GP2 Asia (among other things I saw before the races in Malaysia F1 GP) named Mark Bonalumi and you feel your mobile phone to Anton , Indonesian, while we're at the restaurant. Anton at some point I pass it and it turns out that Mark and I 'of Lecco (23 years) by calling Bahrain!
I'm pretty tired but I let myself get to a night out. You go to Red Square vodka bar. Girls and wild dancing cube Anton pay me to drink (4 vodka redbull redbull with little shots of tequila and 2) I do the spacchiuso and drink it in a nano second shot (as he sips), exclaiming "I am a professional tequila" ( remembering the night in Italy with the legendary Cuervo Reposado, now replaced with chupito rum and pear). During the evening the turning point. Anton and I realize that 'gay ... It speaks to a finger from his face and I have the impression that he tried to kiss me!
We leave the bar at 2.30 that no longer support 'standing. The taxi turns around, you end up in his apartment. I closed the shit inside. I Corinth to the bathroom and the toilet twice Foppa (and clearly I think "fuck I'm vomiting in the toilet at the home of an Indonesian culattone") and I fell asleep, tired, and on the bed. Is not 'nothing happened, fortunately. He too was sleeping. Then at 5:30, awakened by the call of the muezzin tried to escape from the balcony below the roof of the house (I was alerted neighbors, who slept on their balcony, pulling pennies on the tin roof and saying "I need a taxi" who knows ... ' What the fuck have thought ...).
I already have 'a leg up on the roof but he stops me. I say fuck that now I'm going home. He finally frees me pero 'insists her home in the taxi and attempted one last pathetic approach with that I say I do not like the guys you have not got shit!
The next day I woke up at 13 with the brain still mush. I have 2 new on cell numbers of Indonesian girls who do not remember the name (I'll find out 'through the phonebook). A gun appears to be the sister of the woman and the other should be OK. What do I call?
guys mattissima evening. I spent the equivalent of € 5 for a total devastation.
I survived ... Rene '
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