10.05.2012, 03:26
Na dann will ich mal.....
Ich hoffe hier im FernFickAbteil spricht doch jeder Englisch. Ich will mal meinen Reisebericht von 2010 in Englisch reinstellen. Wer's auf Deutsch braucht, bitte in Google-Translator uebersetzen. Details zur aktuellen Situation, wie Fluege, Hotels, Transport und wo die Torten zu finden sind, kommt dann spaeter. Vorab der Wechselkurs zum Verstaendnis: 10.000 MGA = 3,70 Eu
Nun denn, viel Spass beim lesen:
Trial
There are few experiences that can match entering a remote Malagasy village at dusk to the sound of Rasta music played on old-fashioned instruments accompanied with a lyrical chorus of voices. Despite their everyday hardships and adversity, rural Malagasy have to be some of the most cheerfully optimistic and upbeat people. And, where else in the world can you go where your passing in a car will elicit genuine, non-hostile excitement with smiling faces, waving hands, and cheerful shrieks of Bonjour vazaha! ("hello foreigner") in virtually every village?
Despite offering fantastic and wonderful attractions, Madagascar is not a destination for all visitors. Madagascar remains a desperately poor country. 100.000 MGA’s (35 Euro) is the typical monthly income of a worker. Jobless rate is high. Few people speak English and the infrastructure is in a state of total disrepair in much of the country. Nor is the country inexpensive for tourists as imported goods are heavily taxed and financing for resorts is done on overseas financial markets with high interest rates.
Return
The air was crispy clear this night after a heavy downpour. 8 hours in a packed plane from tropical Bangkok full of Chinese contract workers, Hasso von Guttenberge was freezing when stepping outside Antananarivo airport at 1:00 at night. The waiting driver from Tana hotel ushered him into the warm abode of his car.
Back to Madagascar after a year’s break. Hasso stretched his old legs and closed his eyes, dozing off.
Like To Move It Move It
I Like To Move It Move It
I Like To Move It Move It
All Girls All Over The World
I Love How All The Girls A Move Their Body
And When Ya Move Ya Body
Uno Move It
Nice And Sweet And Sexy Alright!
Woman! Ya Nice
Broad Face
And Ya Nice Hip
Make Man Flip And Bust Them Lip
Like To Move It Move It
I Like To Move It Move It
I Like To Move It Move It
“Monsieur, nous sommes arrivés à l'hôtel Tana”
Its show time.
Play the Dating Game
Christiana lives nearby. During their earlier e-mail exchange Hasso invited her to join him for breakfast at the hotel. Well dressed and on time she stepped on her high heels into the coffee shop: one kiss to the left one to the right and again one to the left cheek. It’s not a real baiser but more a blow. Style. She got it.
Conversation was flowing with a mix of English and French. Later in his room the talk on job, family, life was going on and they got closer. But before it gets naughty, Hasso as a gentlemen wanted to allow Christiana some time off. She was hot. He could feel it. But he had to run errands, go to an ATM, call Mad Air..
He left her trustfully in his room. Back an hour later Hasso took it easy. Christiana is a young lady with education and a job. Not a pute. They spent the afternoon watching TV, kissing, hugging – until finally the heat was breaking loose: her wonderful perky tits were allowed to free themselves out from a B-cup bra. Her silky skinned body was stretching on the bed, just covered by the sunlight peeping through the curtains. The feast on the thick brush could begin and Hasso went down on her in flames like the Red Baron on his final attack.
Next morning Monsier von Guttenberg got a call. Hasso set up this break-loose system earlier: a call back number from his operator sounds as if a business partner is calling him. It’s a perfect excuse to leave without hurting anyone’s feeling. Your men called up for important business is a valuable asset. Let him go now and catch up later with him again. Christiana left after a late breakfast, a happy glow on her face, with kisses, 60.000 MGAs for shopping quietly dropped into her pocket and a promise to be back as soon as Hasso finished his other duties.
On the side of the Street where the Sun never shines.
Er stand auf seines Daches Zinnen,
Er schaute mit vergnügten Sinnen
Auf das beherrschte Samos hin.
»Dies alles ist mir untertänig,
Sprach er zu Ägyptens König,
Gestehe, dass ich glücklich bin.«
This came to Hasso’s mind leaning out of the window from Sole Hotel, looking at the busy streetcorner two floors below. His hotel was the perfect located to explore the sleazy life, the street urchins. After that night of attraction with a wonderful classy girl, he broke free and changed the scene. The hotel is just 5 minutes by cab from the Tana Hotel but in a different world. It’s the area where office clerks squeezing into the taxi-brousse to get home after their 5.-EU day job. It’s crowded, it’s filled with simple restaurants and roadside stalls selling all the cheap Chinese imported stuff no one really needs..
Dressed in his shorts, T shirt and Croq’s, he wandered around. It took less then 10 minutes and a girl on a phone-card stand was asking>
“Monsieur, a cadeaux sil vous plait”
“Ok, fait l amour?”
“HiHi, oui….”
..and she followed him back to is hotel. No further question asked, down to the dirty game, she dropped her jeans and shirt immediately and went for the hot shower. Her full but sagging breasts gave Hasso a hard on. Out from the shower, she gripped his dick and started a juicy suck. They played for an hour an exhausting game. Hasso put 10.000 MGA’s in her hand and she left, asking at the door if she can return later.
After dinner at the Sakamanga Restaurant, watching all the French Expats with their black beauties, Hasso had to get off steam soon. Walking back to the hotel along the dimly lit roads, there was an oversupply of putes: young ones, big ones, old ones, ugly ones. He ended up talking to a group of young girls> one of them could speak some French and acted as an interpreter. The basic question was the price. Hasso pulled out his hand phone and keyed in “5000”. They all didn’t look happy. Then he changed it into “8000” – and there was an accepting smile on the face of the younger one. Here we go. Excellent 2 hours spent. Hasso was almost game to keep her longer. But he also needed to catch some sleep and perhaps go for another one early in the morning.
Through the open window some noise of chattering from the road came in his room and woke him up. 4:00 in the morning. He looked out and could see a group of girls having their supper on the roadside. He got dressed to check it out. They greeted him to join. What they eat he could not recognize. But he could see in the dimly lit place that one of the girls wearing a tudung was quite endowed. He just gave her a smile and a whisper: “fait l amour?” She nodded, stopped eating and both crossed the road back into Hasso’s room. She stayed until sunrise at 6:00. It was time for Hasso to catch a cab to the airport to fly to Diego Suarez.
The Waitress
Town centre of Diego Suarez at lunchtime resembles the scenery at old western movie High Noon: hot, dusty, locked shutters and Hasso as the lone cowboy exploring this shithole. A pub with some French expats sipping on their Pasties was the only busy place. He ordered his lunch and the waitress asked him in English:
“You are not French. Where you from”
During that hour he spent at the pub, the waitress appeared prettier – although she only got small tits – normally not attractive to Hasso. He is a boobies-man. But he thought a tight pussy can do well in the afternoon by fucking her from the back. When he settled his bill, he noted down his hotel and room number and slipped it to the waitress. She returned him a smile of acceptance.
...to be continued
Ich hoffe hier im FernFickAbteil spricht doch jeder Englisch. Ich will mal meinen Reisebericht von 2010 in Englisch reinstellen. Wer's auf Deutsch braucht, bitte in Google-Translator uebersetzen. Details zur aktuellen Situation, wie Fluege, Hotels, Transport und wo die Torten zu finden sind, kommt dann spaeter. Vorab der Wechselkurs zum Verstaendnis: 10.000 MGA = 3,70 Eu
Nun denn, viel Spass beim lesen:
Trial
There are few experiences that can match entering a remote Malagasy village at dusk to the sound of Rasta music played on old-fashioned instruments accompanied with a lyrical chorus of voices. Despite their everyday hardships and adversity, rural Malagasy have to be some of the most cheerfully optimistic and upbeat people. And, where else in the world can you go where your passing in a car will elicit genuine, non-hostile excitement with smiling faces, waving hands, and cheerful shrieks of Bonjour vazaha! ("hello foreigner") in virtually every village?
Despite offering fantastic and wonderful attractions, Madagascar is not a destination for all visitors. Madagascar remains a desperately poor country. 100.000 MGA’s (35 Euro) is the typical monthly income of a worker. Jobless rate is high. Few people speak English and the infrastructure is in a state of total disrepair in much of the country. Nor is the country inexpensive for tourists as imported goods are heavily taxed and financing for resorts is done on overseas financial markets with high interest rates.
Return
The air was crispy clear this night after a heavy downpour. 8 hours in a packed plane from tropical Bangkok full of Chinese contract workers, Hasso von Guttenberge was freezing when stepping outside Antananarivo airport at 1:00 at night. The waiting driver from Tana hotel ushered him into the warm abode of his car.
Back to Madagascar after a year’s break. Hasso stretched his old legs and closed his eyes, dozing off.
Like To Move It Move It
I Like To Move It Move It
I Like To Move It Move It
All Girls All Over The World
I Love How All The Girls A Move Their Body
And When Ya Move Ya Body
Uno Move It
Nice And Sweet And Sexy Alright!
Woman! Ya Nice
Broad Face
And Ya Nice Hip
Make Man Flip And Bust Them Lip
Like To Move It Move It
I Like To Move It Move It
I Like To Move It Move It
“Monsieur, nous sommes arrivés à l'hôtel Tana”
Its show time.
Play the Dating Game
Christiana lives nearby. During their earlier e-mail exchange Hasso invited her to join him for breakfast at the hotel. Well dressed and on time she stepped on her high heels into the coffee shop: one kiss to the left one to the right and again one to the left cheek. It’s not a real baiser but more a blow. Style. She got it.
Conversation was flowing with a mix of English and French. Later in his room the talk on job, family, life was going on and they got closer. But before it gets naughty, Hasso as a gentlemen wanted to allow Christiana some time off. She was hot. He could feel it. But he had to run errands, go to an ATM, call Mad Air..
He left her trustfully in his room. Back an hour later Hasso took it easy. Christiana is a young lady with education and a job. Not a pute. They spent the afternoon watching TV, kissing, hugging – until finally the heat was breaking loose: her wonderful perky tits were allowed to free themselves out from a B-cup bra. Her silky skinned body was stretching on the bed, just covered by the sunlight peeping through the curtains. The feast on the thick brush could begin and Hasso went down on her in flames like the Red Baron on his final attack.
Next morning Monsier von Guttenberg got a call. Hasso set up this break-loose system earlier: a call back number from his operator sounds as if a business partner is calling him. It’s a perfect excuse to leave without hurting anyone’s feeling. Your men called up for important business is a valuable asset. Let him go now and catch up later with him again. Christiana left after a late breakfast, a happy glow on her face, with kisses, 60.000 MGAs for shopping quietly dropped into her pocket and a promise to be back as soon as Hasso finished his other duties.
On the side of the Street where the Sun never shines.
Er stand auf seines Daches Zinnen,
Er schaute mit vergnügten Sinnen
Auf das beherrschte Samos hin.
»Dies alles ist mir untertänig,
Sprach er zu Ägyptens König,
Gestehe, dass ich glücklich bin.«
This came to Hasso’s mind leaning out of the window from Sole Hotel, looking at the busy streetcorner two floors below. His hotel was the perfect located to explore the sleazy life, the street urchins. After that night of attraction with a wonderful classy girl, he broke free and changed the scene. The hotel is just 5 minutes by cab from the Tana Hotel but in a different world. It’s the area where office clerks squeezing into the taxi-brousse to get home after their 5.-EU day job. It’s crowded, it’s filled with simple restaurants and roadside stalls selling all the cheap Chinese imported stuff no one really needs..
Dressed in his shorts, T shirt and Croq’s, he wandered around. It took less then 10 minutes and a girl on a phone-card stand was asking>
“Monsieur, a cadeaux sil vous plait”
“Ok, fait l amour?”
“HiHi, oui….”
..and she followed him back to is hotel. No further question asked, down to the dirty game, she dropped her jeans and shirt immediately and went for the hot shower. Her full but sagging breasts gave Hasso a hard on. Out from the shower, she gripped his dick and started a juicy suck. They played for an hour an exhausting game. Hasso put 10.000 MGA’s in her hand and she left, asking at the door if she can return later.
After dinner at the Sakamanga Restaurant, watching all the French Expats with their black beauties, Hasso had to get off steam soon. Walking back to the hotel along the dimly lit roads, there was an oversupply of putes: young ones, big ones, old ones, ugly ones. He ended up talking to a group of young girls> one of them could speak some French and acted as an interpreter. The basic question was the price. Hasso pulled out his hand phone and keyed in “5000”. They all didn’t look happy. Then he changed it into “8000” – and there was an accepting smile on the face of the younger one. Here we go. Excellent 2 hours spent. Hasso was almost game to keep her longer. But he also needed to catch some sleep and perhaps go for another one early in the morning.
Through the open window some noise of chattering from the road came in his room and woke him up. 4:00 in the morning. He looked out and could see a group of girls having their supper on the roadside. He got dressed to check it out. They greeted him to join. What they eat he could not recognize. But he could see in the dimly lit place that one of the girls wearing a tudung was quite endowed. He just gave her a smile and a whisper: “fait l amour?” She nodded, stopped eating and both crossed the road back into Hasso’s room. She stayed until sunrise at 6:00. It was time for Hasso to catch a cab to the airport to fly to Diego Suarez.
The Waitress
Town centre of Diego Suarez at lunchtime resembles the scenery at old western movie High Noon: hot, dusty, locked shutters and Hasso as the lone cowboy exploring this shithole. A pub with some French expats sipping on their Pasties was the only busy place. He ordered his lunch and the waitress asked him in English:
“You are not French. Where you from”
During that hour he spent at the pub, the waitress appeared prettier – although she only got small tits – normally not attractive to Hasso. He is a boobies-man. But he thought a tight pussy can do well in the afternoon by fucking her from the back. When he settled his bill, he noted down his hotel and room number and slipped it to the waitress. She returned him a smile of acceptance.
...to be continued