This place was six stars.
On a fast boat, we could be in Surabaya in 30 minutes.
I wouldn't call this place paradise lost.
The open-air foyer of the resort was shaped like a giant leaf, fanning out.
'It's a longhouse design, you dummy,' said Max.
And I suppose you are the owner of this resort?
Max just winked.
Perhaps this was the new base for Big Tit Inc., he had been talking about.
East Java was a great location for being a recluse.
But if you wanted to get somewhere fast, being located where the Java Seas winds it's way around Borneo, Suluwais, and Sumatra, it was a better location.
'So where are those mythical tits you talked about Max,' Jack asked.
'Be patient,' he said and clicked his fingers.
Three double expressos were delivered by an old ibu, or aunty, in her sixties. She still looked graceful in a white dress shirt and black slacks.
The coffee went down well.
A fruit platter and croissants were laid on the table by the aging but agile waitress.
'I'll have a mango smoothie,' I asked her.
She was fussing around, emptying ashtrays and looking at us in that transfixed Javanese way.
I bet she had daughters.
And by the look of her firm and large breasts, I bet they were top-heavy as well.
On a fast boat, we could be in Surabaya in 30 minutes.
I wouldn't call this place paradise lost.
The open-air foyer of the resort was shaped like a giant leaf, fanning out.
'It's a longhouse design, you dummy,' said Max.
And I suppose you are the owner of this resort?
Max just winked.
Perhaps this was the new base for Big Tit Inc., he had been talking about.
East Java was a great location for being a recluse.
But if you wanted to get somewhere fast, being located where the Java Seas winds it's way around Borneo, Suluwais, and Sumatra, it was a better location.
'So where are those mythical tits you talked about Max,' Jack asked.
'Be patient,' he said and clicked his fingers.
Three double expressos were delivered by an old ibu, or aunty, in her sixties. She still looked graceful in a white dress shirt and black slacks.
The coffee went down well.
A fruit platter and croissants were laid on the table by the aging but agile waitress.
'I'll have a mango smoothie,' I asked her.
She was fussing around, emptying ashtrays and looking at us in that transfixed Javanese way.
I bet she had daughters.
And by the look of her firm and large breasts, I bet they were top-heavy as well.
