[Waqqle]

(01-26-2019 01:18 PM)Il Bersagliere Wrote:  

Stop hanging around bumpkins and come to the southern part of the country where the locals are generally more affable, tolerant, and friendly (legitimately). I've never had a single problem with Viets there.

You want a real red pill? Head over to provincial Luzon or Mindanao.

I've been all over Mindanao multiple times, specifically the western part where the Muslims are. I've even been to the town where the MILF (Moro Islamic Liberation Front - I know, I laughed when I first heard the name too) had their HQ and, even there, people were relaxed and friendly, even trying to subtly set me up with at least one local girl while I was there. I actually wound up spending Christmas and New Year there one year and the MILF guys gave me a rice bag from the local rice mill that they owned with the mill's logo on it as a souvenir (gave it to my parents when I visited them).

I will say though that a girl in a rural place with not many people (so everyone knows each other and sees each other every day) would often have to deal with some gossip and backbiting in certain situations which is really the main issue for her when it comes to deciding whether or not it is worth it to take a chance (socially) with a foreigner. If you want to bang a lot of girls within a short time, it's generally best to stick to the big cities. The countryside is where you go to find LTRs and wives. Of course, if you meet a village girl in the city, then city rules apply but, if you meet her in her village, then the gossip rule applies.

If you do go into the sticks to find a Filipina to marry, be aware that you are also joining her family. So screen them too before you decide to marry her and make sure that none of them are dirtbags or parasites. Most Filipinos are great but, like anywhere, there are still some dirtbags running around. It's ok to send your wife's aging parents $100-200 a month for example because that is a cultural practice that everyone engages in and isn't just a rich foreigner thing (putting your parents in a retirement home is generally considered shameful and immoral in Asia as Asian parents are expected to give their kids everything up until the point that they get married and start their own household) but they should not be constantly asking for more money and trying to shame you or spread rumors about you if you don't keep giving them more.

In Asia, especially in the less cosmopolitan areas, having friends and a social circle is big. If you are just a random schmuck, then people will usually still be nice to you but, if you have local friends and a social circle, you would be surprised how quickly you can forget that you are not actually from there because people will go out of their way to help you assimilate and get you involved with all the local stuff. Just make an effort to do so and don't be the "in my country..." guy. Remember that Asia in general is more culturally collectivistic than individualistic and, the more you establish yourself as a valued member of the collective, the better your experience will be.

[Rigsby]

Fools rush in...

I had a somewhat similar experience in my youth. Several in fact.

This was in the Middle East. I was about 14 years old.

I would sometimes ride my bike in to the next village (not my motorbike, my push bike).

Knowing that the villagers might possibly want to scalp me I used to ride it pretty fast. But sometimes I would pass a pretty young arab girl, and slow down.

They would smile and giggle and we would chat for a minute or two and that was all that it ever came to before it was 'get the hell out of here' in arabic. It was more than both our lives were worth to get caught speaking to each other.

I was young enough to get away with it (try pulling that shit at 45 years of age) but still old enough to get a slapping for it, which I did once or twice, but only on a small level. I was usually faster than the rocks they were throwing or at least I avoided them.

There were a few villages surrounding me. I was good friends with another kid a year or two above my age who lived across the dirt track from me. Habib. We became pretty good friends. He had a big family who all lived in the one big falling down shack. Habib had sisters, but I was only ever very briefly introduced to them. Foreigners and natives didn't mix. And women and men, boys and girls certainly didn't either.

It was a shia village and I used to stand at the sides of the road sometimes during Ashura while the blood-letting took place. This time it was the women telling me to get out of dodge. While the men battered and cut themselves senseless. Happy days.

Anyway, there would be none of that. I had still not lost my virginity yet and was just getting in to fumbling in the dark with a stunning new girl who had just turned up. She was also a year older than me which is a lot at that age as you know, but I was the only game in town and what the hell, I had a handsome young face and was fun to be with, so she sort of became my g/f for a year or so before she got in to the older boys (you know the story). She still holds the record for the biggest pair of nipples I have ever encountered in my life though, but I'm digressing and don't want to bore you!

Still, I liked to ride my bike through the villages. Sometimes I got to sneak my motorbike out when my father was at work and when it still had some petrol left in the tank. Some serious riding and it wasn't long before you were out of town and in to the desert proper. I used to chase lizards (no not those lizards you misogynistic bastards) and stop off at oases with fresh drinking water coming up from the ground. The island I was on is famous for its fresh water springs. Desert for miles, then green irrigated small holdings full of fresh fruit. I would pluck that off the trees sometimes too. I was in the Garden of Eden, literally.

So far so good. But one day I ventured in to one of the more militant villages. Some villages were a bit more hard core than the others. It was a funny place because not only were they all fighting each other like arabs are wont to do but some of them wanted to fight you too just for being white. But some were friendly as hell. Tough call.

One afternoon I was passing on my push bike and I saw the most beautiful dark haired and dark eyed arab girl ever. She had a big smile and beckoned me closer. I could not believe my luck. Not only was her beauty off the scale, but she was not afraid to be friendly to me. I thought nothing of it at the time.

I cycled past and stopped. We got chatting. She spoke no English (even less than the other natives), but we communicated somehow. She wanted me to come back the next day to meet me. "Sure", I said. "I'm up for it". Serious tingles. Like I said, I could not believe my luck. More on the subject of luck, soon.

I was on a buzz, finally I'd got myself a beautiful arab g/f. Being a bit retarded I didn't look at the bigger picture. There was no bigger picture. I was going to get a kiss tomorrow when I met her. It was all I could think of.

She wore the usual yashmak - that black thing that religious women wear in the full day heat. All the time really. Not once did I ever see one wear western clothing. Ever. I was deep in bandit country. You may not believe me, but I can still see her face all these decades later.

I think I might have even told my mum. She probably said 'that's nice dear' and went back to ignoring me like she usually did. I don't remember, but there were no protestations that I should not go back to meet her.

I had it all set. Clothes worked out for the day. Should I shouldn't I wear my new Blue Stratos aftershave I got from Christmas (still wasn't shaving of course) as my balls hadn't dropped. That kind of thing. I remember it so vividly because it stood out. It was one of the most exciting days of my life. I was all ready to go.

Then tomorrow came and I could not believe my bad luck. Unberfuckinglievable! I had to go somewhere with my parents. I mean, really had to go, no way of getting out of it. I cried, I kicked, I screamed, I rolled around on the ground pretending to have a fit (I told you I was retarded). I even sulked! But did it do any good? Did it fuck. I had to go. So go I went.

I went back the next day to the same place but she wasn't there. Then life just rolled on and it wasn't a thing anymore. I mean, I didn't stop thinking of her, but every chance I got to go back, she wasn't there. It wasn't a friendly village like I said so I didn't push my luck. You had to be fast and nimble and not hang about.

I thought nothing more about it. Some years passed. Literally years.

One day I was lying back on my bed, maybe smoking a joint, maybe not. I was deep in contemplation anyway. Deep. And that is when it hit me. My luck.

It was then I realised just how close I had come.

I have absolutely no doubt at all that if I had gone back the next day to meet her I would not by writing this to you now. It was a set up. Pure and simple.

That is why she was not afraid in the most militant of villages to talk to whitey who just happened to be of the opposite sex as well. Not done. But she had not a care in the world.

Some people are too trusting. Naive to a point where their situational awareness can get them killed.

I might be wrong, but I will go to my grave believing something very very bad would have happened to me if I had gone back to meet her.

I don't even want to think about what that might have been.

It wouldn't have been kisses and finding out if her nipples were bigger than my other little g/f at the time, that much is for sure.

You got off lightly Bienvenuto. We should do a podcast together sometime: Bike Game in strange villages you've never been to before.

But yeah, getting run out of town by the locals - occupational hazard.

I'm glad you lived to tell the tale.

And I'm glad I lived long enough to read it.

Luck eh?

Sometimes things really do happen for the best even though it doesn't feel like it at the time.

[SlickyBoy]

OP: A little surprised that you were surprised. What did you think would happen in that area? Vietnam isn't Thailand, and even in a lot of the non-hill tribe areas women with foreigners are often jeered at for being prostitutes.

Sounds like she wasn't all that much of a looker anyway. Cool story though.