Kuta Girls of Bali, Indonesia
By Archibald (from Bali)
Kuta girls can be a bit of a hazard if you’ve no experience of South East Asian girls. Not long ago I bumped into an old acquaintance there walking along Poppies Lane 2 and decided to join him at a sleezy restaurant on the main drag, Jl Legian Street.
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My friend Neil – now over 60 – has been coming over to Bali now and then for the past two decades. It is one of his favourite stops after Thailand on his month long holidays from North America. He says that in a few more years he will get his Social Security pension and plans to retire in South East Asia.
Sitting in the restaurant we wait for our ‘nasi goreng’ (fried rice) and drinks to arrive. I ask him if he has met any interesting Kuta girls. “Well, yes”, says Neil. ”There are lots of cute young chicks here for the taking.” “I know that.” I replied. “But have you had any memorable relationships that peaked or fizzled?” I knew that Neil was interested in a long-term relationship with a SE Asian girl, maybe even an Indonesian lady right here in Kuta.
“Yes, Andy (my name), I will tell you about ‘Santi’ who I was fond of for a year or more. We met one night over at the bar at… a place along this very street a few buildings below the Circle K convenience store. Always 4 or 5 girls sitting at the bar at most any hour ready to chat with a foreigner. I struck up idle chat with Santi who worked in the fabric trade in nearby Denpasar.
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She was of medium height, shapely and had a nice face. She was from Surabaya, a large city on the east end of Java close to Bali. In fact, many of the Kuta bar girls and café workers (places to find prostitutes, not your choice coffee) come over to Bali from Java because of the many tourists and higher wages. After a drink of coke and arrack she accepted an invitation to come over to my room.
She was quite sober, more so than me. She walked along close by my side, sometimes holding hands, for the 4 blocks to my not so classy hotel. A wink from security and we climbed the stairs to my second floor room. I could have stood on the balcony, taking in the smell of foliage and looking at the stars above, but my mind was on seeing Santi naked and in my bed! I remember that she made a phone call on her cell (everyone has them in Bali). Maybe she was telling her contact where she was in case she went missing, I thought. We engaged in jiggy jig… as intercourse is called in Bali. Maybe in an hour and a half I took her back to the bar where we had met. To stay the full night, Kuta girls usually ask for a double price.
Neil continued that he went up to Ubud for a short trip to see the cultural events. “I like the beautiful presentation of the Ramayana epic which is available most nights. Watching the men in their chanting in the Kecak dance is fascinating. Just wandering about to see the native paintings and sculpture is relaxing. Of course, a nice full body massage does one wonders. I can just smell the fragrance of the oils as the young lady runs her hands over my body, my thighs and my buttocks…”
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“Anyway, I’d enjoyed my time with the Kuta girls and I was back a few days later. This time my guest house was only two blocks from the main road. It was an easy walk over to the main street and the bar near the Circle K. I walked by at noon but there were only a couple of younger girls sitting at the bar. I guessed that Santi was working and decided to check again in the evening. When I came back she was there and greeted me pleasantly like an old friend. She needed some food so we took a table to order. Soon a friend of hers joined us to share in the food (that I would pay for). A bit later Santi and I went back to my new room for some jiggy-jig.”
“She suggested that we go shopping tomorrow morning as she had part of the day off from work. I agreed realizing that it might not be cheap but saw it as popular with Kuta girls. Around 10am I met her at the bar and we walked over to Matihari, a major department store in Kuta, near Kuta Square. Wandering around the various levels with my gal it was interesting to see what appealed to her. At one point she said a TV would be good to have for her and her son (Yes, she had a 17 year old son). I declined to buy her one so her interest turned to clothes. She saw a dress that would be very nice for a sister that was visiting. Later we departed Matihari with a bag of basic groceries, perfume and some clothes. Well, I still was not broke but some women can try and pick at your money. I have heard that foreigners are viewed as walking ATMs by many Asian women, and some Kuta girls can be like that.”
“It was time to leave Bali for North America. I had her address and email and promised to keep in touch. Over that summer and fall I had quite a few emails all mentioning how much I was missed and general comments about sex and love. I even sent some money by money order (which was not too useful as the bank fees are huge).”
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“In the fall I was on a trip to India with plans for a stopover in Bali on my return after Christmas. The emails kept coming. I was excited to think of Kuta and getting ‘home’ to Bali. Around December 27th I arrived at Ngurah Rai International Airport and went to a small guesthouse on a side alley in Kuta. I had Santi’s cell number so a rendezvous could be set up. I could hardly wait to embrace her again.”
“No dear. Not tonight. Tomorrow, I will come over.”
“I was patient and in the morning she took me on her motorbike to see the two basic rooms that she rented in a poor area of town. She mentioned that her son had been in the hospital and that there was a 500 dollar bill outstanding. I did not open my wallet to pay. Santi returned me to my new abode but was not able to stay, which I found disappointing. Oh well, New Year’s Eve would be the time to get together again.”
“While I called her a few times to meet up, she usually had excuses but one afternoon she arrived at my door with a large lady and two children in tow. Her friend, Muni offered me a massage. She whispered in my ear that Santi has a boyfriend and that she is lying about the hospital bill for her son! I was not too surprised because of her many suspicious excuses over the past few days, something that is typical of deceptive Kuta girls. The emails were rather generic ones sent by one of her friends.”
“So this was the end of my ‘relationship’ with Santi. In the morning I left Kuta behind and boarded a Perama tourist bus for the north of Bali. In Lovina I would lick my wounds and begin a life of meditation in a nearby Buddhist center.”
“Well, that is a common tale Neil.“ I said. “But why are you here again… you’re not checking out the Kuta girls again are you…?”