Around the World in 80 Girls: The Epic 3 Year Trip of a Backpacking Casanova (24 page)

Second
to Warsaw in Poland, Manila was one of the most destroyed cities during World War II, but before this, it was one of the most beautiful cities in the world, having been compared with London, Paris and Prague. Nowadays, Manila is not a very interesting city. There are few places for sightseeing and most of the churches and cathedrals are worn down. Most people hate the city and consider it poor and dirty, full of exhaust fumes. You have to look through all this, and if you have some money to spend it’s not hard to stay in a nice area of the city for thirty to forty dollars a night in a nice hotel room in Makati, the financial district of Manila. I was a traveler on a budget, so I stayed in the poor but party area of Malate.

At
night most people would sit at the giant table in the common area of the hostel and talk and drink a bit. There was a German girl who was taller than me and I’m a tall guy. She had a bit of a husky build but she had giant hooters.

I
had ignored her and her big titties all the time since I had read in a game/pick-up book that this was a good technique. When I was making jokes with the guys about having sex with so many girls on my trip I already made sure that she heard parts of it. When I finally got talking to her she already knew I was some kind of a player and later that night when people were getting more and more drunk she kept saying “I’m not going to be your number twenty-two on your trip, oh no! That’s not going to happen”. It was a clear signal on the slut radar and only an idiot wouldn’t see that’s an invitation to pick her up.

We
gathered the group together and all of us went to a sketchy place called LA café (now Manila Bay café), which is basically a giant freelance hooker bar. I had never seen so many hot girls in one spot. There must have been a hundred girls in there. It was almost overwhelming and I started ignoring Franka the German girl again. Partly as a technique, but also because I couldn’t care less about her since there was so much eye candy around.

With Franka, t
here was only the physical attraction of her height and enormous boobs; as soon as she opened her mouth nothing more than annoying drunk bullshit came out. I normally don’t like to talk bad about people but damn, she was annoying.

As
always the Philippine band was amazing. The Pinoy bands are all over Asia for a reason; the Philippine people have great singing voices and love to sing. Except for the clubs it’s all very romantic American music and it’s not strange to see a big Philippine guy sing a Peter Cetera song. Well, it’s strange, but it’s not unusual.

We were all getting pretty drunk, Franka most of all, while we tried to play pool with some Pinoy gu
ys. After eating a bit we all went back to the guesthouse. Which is where things got interesting. All of a sudden, I was having sex with Franka in the top bunk bed of the room she shared with a German guy she was travelling with but not banging. That was unexpected.

Since
together we weighed quite a lot, I was afraid we were going to break the bed with our animalistic banging. I didn’t expect much from her but she was wild between the sheets. That night I got my German flag. My peeking at Franka’s firm and beautifully shaped breasts all week was now rewarded, and I couldn’t stop playing with them. The next morning we had sex again and from here my memory kind of fades. Sometimes it’s all a big blur thanks to the cheap and tasty San Miguel beer. I think she left the next day. She later disappeared off my Facebook.

The
guesthouse is a trap: you plan to go there for a few days and you end up staying two weeks. Every night I would hang out with other travelers and the girls across the street at the three street bars. The freelance hookers there were hard to convince, it’s no Cambodia where I did so much free banging that my dick nearly fell off. Now that I’m writing this I wonder why I didn’t go out much those days to pick up Pinays. I guess I liked it too much in the guesthouse with the other backpackers.

I
met one Philippine girl in the guesthouse she was living in the neighborhood and visited the guesthouse a lot to meet the regulars there. I flirted with her a few times and don’t even remember how I picked her up. I was sharing a dorm room with seven other people and I just took her there, hung my big beach towel around my lower bunk bed and had quiet sex with her there. She had nice breasts for an Asian girl and was twenty-six years old.

When
I tried to bang her again in the dorm a day later, the personnel came into the room and she had to leave. She was all embarrassed because she knew the staff.

A
few days later I went to the LA café for some shoring and met a girl there who couldn’t hear or speak. She was a freelance girl showing some good cleavage. I had to communicate with her with a notepad and ballpoint. She did some magic tricks with a napkin and either they were very impressive or I was too drunk to see the trick. I took her in a taxi and we went to the bar across the street from my guesthouse. Some of the waitresses I knew there had fun looking at me struggling to talk with hand gestures and a notepad. Imagine communicating with someone who is deaf and can’t speak other than some noises; she’ll obviously not be highly educated if she works as a freelance hooker. Her English writing was limited. We mostly communicated through body language.

I
took her up to the guesthouse and tried to sneak her into the dorm rooms. Non-guests weren’t allowed in the rooms, but the night guard who saw us didn’t do anything. I got her in my bed and had quickly hung the towels around my bed again. She took her clothes off and I also undressed. Suddenly I heard one of the Philippine staff walk into the room, looking for the girl.

It
was dark and I put my finger on her mouth and gestured to be quiet. Since Philippine girls are very short and tiny she was easy to cover with the blanket. The guy didn’t see her and left the room. We kissed some more and I was ready to go. I had my dick hard and the condom in my hand when the door opened again and the light was turned on. The guesthouse worker had returned and this time he was looking through the whole room, lifting sheets and blankets (!?). When he saw my girl, he told her something in the Tagalog language they speak there. Of course she couldn’t understand because she’s deaf. They guy talked louder and she was just shrugging her shoulders and put her head on the pillow. I told the guy to leave us alone and that she was deaf. The little fucker didn’t want to listen and said he would make a scene if she didn’t leave. The bastard was just jealous of me because he knew of me and the two other girls. He had already warned me when he saw me leave the dorm room with the first Philippine girl. It was too bad I had to let that girl go but she probably would have asked me for money afterwards. Call me freaky but I still have a deaf girl on my bang list.

Two
new flags in one week was not a bad score and it was the second time I had five girls in a row from different nationalities. Not much later I freed myself from the night life and went to bed early. I had gone to bed drunk at six or seven in the morning for nearly ten days. It was time to do some actual sightseeing.

Philippines – Banaue

After ten days and with a liver bloated from the many San Miguel beers, I went to Banaue, a small city in the north of Luzon Island. Banaue is famous for its 2000 year-old rice terraces, all built by hand in the mountains and covering over ten thousand square kilometers. It’s referred by locals as the Eighth Wonder of the World, which is a bit exaggerated in my opinion. Nonetheless, it’s a fantastic site.

I
arrived there by night bus and hadn’t realized it would be freaking cold on the bus. I was wearing shorts, a thin jacket and flip flops. I froze my ass off all night and it was a very uncomfortable ride. The seats couldn’t recline and I barely got some sleep. I’ve been on lots of chicken buses and if I can still remember this one after taking nearly a hundred buses worldwide, then it was a shitty ride for sure.

In
only four days I would see Julia again and I was looking forward to it.

The
next morning I went with a driver/guide and his tricycle into the mountains. The guide was high as a kite. I was wasting daylight arguing about it and in the end just decided to go with Stony Tony. I got a free tricycle massage on the dirt roads in the mountains. My bones hurt for days and I was coughing my lungs out for a day and a half from inhaling exhaust fumes for hours. But it was definitely worth it. The views of the terraces were stunning. It’s hard to explain, and even when looking back at the pictures it’s difficult to feel the impact of this piece of man-made nature.

We
drove around all day over dirt roads and through small native villages with waving children, one of which we visited. Banaue is a tourist destination but there weren’t many around that the time. The rice terraces are still used to this day and the rice has a red or purple color and tastes terrific. I ate many a plate of it. There was not much else to do there since I found no bars or other places for meeting girls.

After
just three nights and some alcohol recovery I went back by night bus to Manila. This time I thought I was smart and put on a lot of clothes before getting on the bus but now the bus was steaming hot and I was sweating like a pig. Another 12-hour hell ride. Back in Manila, I took a taxi straight to the airport and had to wait for five hours there for my flight to Cebu, where I was going to meet Julia again. I was looking forward to seeing her again. It had been over six months since we last met.

When
I later looked at the pictures I took in Banaue I saw one where my face was all bloated from drinking so much in my ten days in Manila, and I swore never to become one of those fat old white guys drinking beers all day. You see a lot of them all over South East Asia and I had despised them ever since I first saw a few of them in Nha Trang in Vietnam.  Now I saw how it began and how easy it would be to turn into one, and resolved to avoid it at all costs.

Philippines – Cebu and Boracay

It was the first of many times I would arrive in Cebu airport. I had gotten a Lonely Planet book of the Philippines from the owner of the guesthouse in Manila. It mentioned a guesthouse in Cebu and I went there. It had a bar and restaurant and the rooms were ok. I had to wait two nights for Julia.

I
spend my days hanging around in the guesthouse and doing some stuff on the internet. During the day I’d seen a Philippine girl with enormous breasts who worked in the office attached to the guesthouse. She looked over a few times but wasn’t too obvious about it. Later that night I saw her again in the guesthouse bar. Her breasts looked amazing and when she sat a couple of bar seats away I was actually a bit nervous to approach her. An older woman and a friend of her introduced her to me; her name was Jenna. From that moment on my game was so tight that I even amazed myself. Everything I did or said seemed to work. Later that night she said she had an American boyfriend who came over every once in a while but I already knew I had to make her mine.

The knee touch

I always test the situation by doing the knee touch. It’s obvious you have to sit so close to a girl so that you can touch her with your hands, but it’s even better when you can touch her legs too. I let my knee rest against her leg and see what she does. There are only four scenarios possible:

•
She notices the leg touch and pull her legs away and makes sure she keeps a big distance from now on – she doesn’t like you. There’s a 10% chance you get her. At best you are in the Friend Zone.

•
She notices your touch and pulls her leg away just slightly. Nothing is lost yet but she is not yet ready for physical contact. Try it again a bit later after some more talking. There’s a 50 % chance you can still pick her up, but most likely not the same night.

•
She notices the leg touch but lets you make the touch. – All right, this is good news; you can probably already kiss her that night.

•
She notices the leg touch and starts rubbing her leg up and down yours. – She is good to go, you’re a fool if you don’t try to kiss her and you should try to go for the Same Night Lay (SNL).

Bonus trick – The Spin Move.

A guy who knows this move already knows more about picking up girls than at least 90% of the male population on this planet. Anyone who can lift his arm, give a girl a smile and rotate this wrist can do this.

After flirting/gaming your girl take her outside or bounce to another spot in the club and make sure you walk on the left. Grab the left hand of your date/girl/target with your right hand; this will make sure the move goes fluent. Slow down/stop and raise your arm above her head, she will now notice this and look at you and wonder what you are up to. Smile at her and spin your girl clockwise. Just make a small circle with your arm, no need for ultra short salsa moves. She will enjoy this and laugh. “What guy does this?” she’s thinking. No time to waste, when finishing the turn step close to her and pull her in with your left arm on her lower back.
 

Now
go for the kiss.
 

At
the end of the night Jenna and I said goodbye and I grabbed her hand, pulled her away from the outside bar, spinned her around and kissed her. She was surprised but went along with it. It wasn’t a long make-out but I already got to squeeze her breasts a bit. My mission to touch those gigantic knockers was accomplished. I had no idea what the future was going to bring for us, so I just took my chances for that night. And a good decision it was.