mananath (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mananath) wrote,@ 2009-11-09 22:08:00 |
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The "ladyboys" of Brunei
Turning the corner from the internet cafe to my hotel I first noticed a pair of long, long legs across the street from me. What struck me as funny was that they were exposed legs leading up to a very short, even by American standards, skirt. She looked over at me as I walked on the other side of the street and even though she was talking on the phone she used one hand to wave at me. Not expecting a pretty young girl to wave at me I had a bit of a delayed reaction before I finally returned the wave. But I didn't stop, I just kept walking even as she said something to me from across the way. Before I entered my hotel I turned around for one more glance at her and as I did she curled her hand into a loose fist and moved it towards and away from her mouth, in a seductive motion. The universal sign for a blowjob. Then it hit me. She was a prostitute.
I had never seen a prostitute before, as baffling as that might sound. Walking up the steps to my room I tossed that idea around in my head and couldn't believe that my first glimpse of a prostitute was in a conservative, muslim country. What were the chances? Who knew? And who knew she would be so open about it.
A short while afterwards the two english guys I had been hanging out with returned to the room and I immediately beckoned them over to the window that overlooked the girl's corner. Before they got there they said "Prostitutes? Yea we saw them walking although they looked a little masculine." AHHHHH.... We were all intrigued now and ended up sitting in front of the window watching them (a second had arrived). Our eyes turned critical towards them as we went back and forth: "male? female?".
Our attention didn't go unnoticed and soon they were motioning us with their hands, giving us the old BJ signal and flashing us (though they still wore a bra). We chuckled, laughed and one of the guys I was with flashed them back. But still... we weren't sure. They were obviously both very attractive but....
Finally we gave up and went out to the night watchmen for the hotel and asked him what the deal was with them. He confirmed that they were in fact men and then asked us if we wanted to choose. Shortly after we watched one of them get into a car and drive away towards a dark alley. The whole thing left me very confused.
This will be my memory of Brunei. My first sighting of a prostitute, a "lady boy" no less. It's almost as exciting as my first sighting of an Orangutan!
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Back in Malaysia now. In 3 days I start the diving portion of my trip. I am psyched -- nine dives over 3 days and then a 3 day river trip.
Turning the corner from the internet cafe to my hotel I first noticed a pair of long, long legs across the street from me. What struck me as funny was that they were exposed legs leading up to a very short, even by American standards, skirt. She looked over at me as I walked on the other side of the street and even though she was talking on the phone she used one hand to wave at me. Not expecting a pretty young girl to wave at me I had a bit of a delayed reaction before I finally returned the wave. But I didn't stop, I just kept walking even as she said something to me from across the way. Before I entered my hotel I turned around for one more glance at her and as I did she curled her hand into a loose fist and moved it towards and away from her mouth, in a seductive motion. The universal sign for a blowjob. Then it hit me. She was a prostitute.
I had never seen a prostitute before, as baffling as that might sound. Walking up the steps to my room I tossed that idea around in my head and couldn't believe that my first glimpse of a prostitute was in a conservative, muslim country. What were the chances? Who knew? And who knew she would be so open about it.
A short while afterwards the two english guys I had been hanging out with returned to the room and I immediately beckoned them over to the window that overlooked the girl's corner. Before they got there they said "Prostitutes? Yea we saw them walking although they looked a little masculine." AHHHHH.... We were all intrigued now and ended up sitting in front of the window watching them (a second had arrived). Our eyes turned critical towards them as we went back and forth: "male? female?".
Our attention didn't go unnoticed and soon they were motioning us with their hands, giving us the old BJ signal and flashing us (though they still wore a bra). We chuckled, laughed and one of the guys I was with flashed them back. But still... we weren't sure. They were obviously both very attractive but....
Finally we gave up and went out to the night watchmen for the hotel and asked him what the deal was with them. He confirmed that they were in fact men and then asked us if we wanted to choose. Shortly after we watched one of them get into a car and drive away towards a dark alley. The whole thing left me very confused.
This will be my memory of Brunei. My first sighting of a prostitute, a "lady boy" no less. It's almost as exciting as my first sighting of an Orangutan!
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Back in Malaysia now. In 3 days I start the diving portion of my trip. I am psyched -- nine dives over 3 days and then a 3 day river trip.
