OK. It’s just past midday and I’m still in fucking bits from last night, so do forgive any mispelling or incoherence. My first night in DR went a little somthing like this…

10PM: FUCK LONELY PLANET. I hit the town solo in Zona Colonia, the main area of the captial city, Santo Domingo. Like a twat I try out a few bars from the so called “traveler’s bible”. Call me a heretic, but they really don’t have a clue. The guys who write up those guides are obviously sterile and probably spend most of their time gettin’ info online, in between looking at porn on their dorm bed. Anyway, Zona wasn’t up to much for a Thursday, so I bouced.

1AM: FUCK LONG PANTS. Following a solid tip left by one of the guys on Roosh’s forum, I took a long walk to Venezuela Street. The street had a few decent looking places, all packed with just locals. It looked promising, but I got refused entry to every single bar  because I was in a t-shirt, shorts and runners. Bad buzz…

2AM: FUCK MY LIFE. You should have seen me. Depressed. Alone. Gazing at a flat beer at some shitty roadside burger joint. I dwell on the empty nature of a swagabond’s life. Here lies the Naughty Nomad… what a fuckin’ tit. Rather than bear the lonely 40 mintue walk back to my hostel, I just get in a taxi and retire.

3AM: FUCK SLEEP. I decide to grab one more beer. Maybe, just maybe, there would be somewhere close by that was open a few heads knockin’ about.

3.30AM: FUCK PENSIONERS. The only place I could find with people was a cramped little karaoke joint full of geriatrics. After a few drinks enduring old couples slow dancing to discordal trife, I make polite conversation with two women in their 40′s. One of them is moderately attractive and is the proprietor of an afterhour’s bar. She gives me her card. The name of bar is Cafe de Toi.

3.45: FUCK DOMINICAN DRUG DEALERS. On a trip to the ATM, I meet a local guy who hooks me up with a little ganja. He seems alright, so I invite him for a beer. We go to the Cafe de Toi and the guy turns out to be a leech who keeps asking for money for his family. Gone. I stay drinking with this entertaining gay guy from San Fran.

4.30AM: FUCK, I’M DRUNK. By this stage the owner of the bar has arriving, and is throwing free shots and beers into me like there’s no tomorrow. I’m having fun, feeling rather gregarious and peacocking with a white bandana. The bar is pretty much empty but I get talking to the only single girl in the place. Lucky for me, she’s hot. She is a tall latina, with great tits and a whopper ass. Her name is Alma, she’s only 19. It just so happens, she’s Miss Dominican Republic for Miss American Continent!!! You can see some pics of her here and here. I do the cube on her. Her response: “I’m going to rape you.” She was serious…

5.00AM: FUCK. She drive’s us back to my place, we wonder up to an empty room in the hostel and close the door behind us. I’ll leave the rest up to your filthy imaginations. Things got ultraviolent. Needless to say, it was fucking awesome.

RIGHT NOW: Man I’m feeling good. First night, flag captured in style. I’ve even sobered up while writing this post too! Fantastic.. now I got to find somewhere to stay tonight… the journey carries on.

What have we learned? You never know wher one more beer might lead you…

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BTW- If you want proof this actually happened, click here.

 

Upon posting on the term Pipelining, I’ve gotten a few requests for an in depth article on the topic, outlining the best way to go about it. Viola…

Why Pipeline?

Many vagabonding bachelors are familiar with the joys of dating and bedding local women in a foreign country. Those who know game, probably more so. Picking up women during day and night is usually cool, but sometimes it’s good to get online and pipeline beforehand. This way, you’re not hitting the ground cold.

I started pipelining 2 years ago, on a solo trip to Chisinau, Moldova. With 3 dates in 3 days and a flag to show for it, I released I had stumbled upon a powerful method. Since then, I’ve pipelined many times and gotten incredible results. Sure you get the weirdo with no teeth, but generally the experience is very positive! Some of the best looking women I’ve ever been with is a result of this technique. Especially if you’re travelling alone, it’s nice to know you have some cute girls waiting for you the minute you step off the plane.

How to Pipeline in 7 Steps

This can take a bit of work. In many ways it’s just like any other pick up…

1. Firstly you must figure out what websites to use for your chosen country. Let’s call this dating/social networking site the Pickup site. For a list a what sites for what countries click here.
2. If you haven’t already, next you need to create a profile on the pickup site. Your profile needs to DHV (Demonstrate higher value) as much as possible. You need to look like the shit. Know what mistakes to avoid. If you want some more tips on how to do this click here.
3. Next you need to prepare a message template. This is where it can get a little tricky. You need to make sure its generic but personal. Cold reading tricks should be employed. There are many tips on how to construct the perfect message online, but there is no perfect formula. Personally I just try to appear honest, funny and relaxed. On reflection this actually requires a whole different article. For the minute, just Google that shit.
4. Seek and destroy. Choose your targets. Search by city, body type, relationship status, ethnicity, age… whatever. Then send out your messages. Alter your messages and split test to see what ones receive a higher response rate.
5. Once you’ve establish contact try a virtual bounce, you want to get them off the pickup site and on to MSN messenger or Facebook (ie. Face-close). These mediums tend to be more personal and are much better for building up comfort.
6. Try and Instant message each other. A little live communication is the best way to establish rapport and minimises flakage. If this can’t be done, just send each other normal messages. Then, when you feel the time is right…
7. Number close. Get her digits so when you cruise into her city, you can text her and arrange a meet up. The rest is up to you..

Where should I Pipeline?

Response rates vary MASSIVELY from country to country. Some western European have poor response rates, whilst in some Asian countries there’s just no need to pipeline because it’s so easy to pull during the day/night. That said, pipelining is a great alternative in places where shoring is the only option at night.

Places where Pipelining is the preferred method:

• Russian speaking countries
• The Balkans
• Latin American Countries
• Central Asian Countries
• Arab Countries
• China/Singapore/HK

When Should I Pipeline?

I’ve found contacting a girl 10-14 days before your arrival offers the best chance of a meet up. But I’ve also met up with girls I’ve contacted a month or even 2 days before hand, but generally this isn’t advised.

That is the end of Pipelining 101.

WARNING: Implemementing this technique into your travel will vastly decrease nights spent alone in distant lands and increase your chances of contracting an STI.

You’re welcome!

Last night, I found myself cocooned in a the world’s heaviest sleeping bag housed in, of all things – an igloo. As I snuggled up to brave the freezing temperatures of the French Alps, my mind wondered what other absurd and unique experiences I have yet to experience. So I decided to make a wee list.

Everything in bold, I’ve done already and would highly recommend. The rest comprises of a bucket list that would leave a life of no regrets. Bear in mind, this is a Naughty Nomad list and not very warm and fuzzy…

69 things…

1. Live in a different country
2. White water rafting
3. Bungee jump
4. Take a hot balloon ride
5. Go skydiving
6. Learn to ski/snowboard
7. Get a Diving Licence
8. Get a Pilots Licence
9. Arrange a cross-continental rally with your mates
10. Smoke opium in Afghanistan
11. Try a line in Colombia
12. Smoke a joint at a reggae gig in Jamaica
13. Have a pint of Guinness in Ireland
14. Sip coffee in Ethiopia (it’s origin)
15. Take a gondola in Venus, Italy
16. Go tubing in Laos
17. Eat Dog in China
18. Dress up as a pirate in Somalia
19. Go off the rails in Phnom Penh, Cambodia
20. Ride a Horse Cart through Bagan in Myanmar
21. Play golf in Mongolia and spend the night in a yurt
    
22. Get a private tour of The Giza Pyramids
23. Visit the Taj Mahal, India
24. Visit Angkor Wat, Cambodia
25. Visit the Mayan Ruins, Mexico
26. Visit Petra, Jordan
27. Take a boat down the Nile
28. Discover Angel Falls in Venezuela
29. Visit a Marijuana Farm
30. Visit the world’s tallest building, The Burj Dubai
31. Visit the Great wall of China
32. Trek Machu Picchu in Peru
33. Watch the sunset over Victoria Falls, Zambia
34. Take a ride on the Trans Siberian Railway
35. Pay a pilgrimage to the Rift Valley
36. Fake being Muslim and do Hajj in Mecca
37. Get raped at the Minimala festival in PNG
38. Show your colours at the Holi festival in India
39. Drink yourself stupid for the St.Patrick’s day
40. Skull back a tankard at Ocktoberfest, Germany
41. Get mushed at a Full Moon Festival in Thailand
42. Venture to the Sahara for Festival Au Desert, Timbuktu
43. Attend a World Cup
44. Party at carnival in Rio
45. Party at the Rainforest Festival in Borneo
    
46. Visit the 7 wonders of the natural world
47. Visit every single country in the world
48. Visit all 7 continents ( just Oceania left!)
49. Reach both poles
50. Climb Mount Everest
51. Try another one of the Last Great Adventures
52. Visit space
53. Go around the world in 80 lays
54. Sleep with a White, Asian, Latin & Black girl
55. Do a Virgin
56. Do a Jew
57. Do a Muslim (muzzy)
58. Do a Hindu
59. Do a Christian
60. Do a Buddhist
61. Do a Voodoo chick
62. Do a Vampire
63. Fuck in a Church
64. Fuck in a Mosque
65. Fuck in a Synagogue
66. Have a threesome (the good kind)
67. Complete the Kama Sutra
68. Date a model
69. Love in another language

Boom! Feel free to add yours…

Continuing on from my Cavemen article, I’d like to revisit the concept of aggressive persistence in sexual escalation.  Referred to as “Going Cavemen” in the pick up community, or “Rape game” by humorists,  this practice tends to incite controversy.

While by-passing a women’s token resistance has its place in a sexual interaction, it’s important to recognise genuine objections to your advances. Simple you would presume, but consider this…

What if she’s screaming “No! No! Stop it!”, but at the same time grinding your delicates. Mixed signals maybe, but those who possess a greater understanding of such dynamics would regard her body over her words. Often her verbal misgivings are merely a by-product of a conflict between Mammalian instincts and rational objections from the neo-cortex.

While she may crave your dick and relish the experience of being pounded by you, she might regret the sex afterwards if she thinks it was a poor decision logically.

What if she was married and her husband found out?

What if she just screwed her best friend’s boyfriend?

Here’s her get out cause: “He raped me.”

Believe or not, in the eyes of the law – she’s right.

A Definition of Rape: In criminal law, rape is an assault by a person involving sexual intercourse with another person without that person’s consent.

She’s told you to stop, she kept saying no, but you kept going. She may have even put up physical resistance (albeit to get herself off on the idea of being dominated). You certainly were persistent when you think about it weren’t you…

How would all this sound in court?

Before you know it, you’ve just made the sexual offenders list.

OK so the above scenario is a little extreme, but it raises some good questions: Where does token resistance end? Where does one draw the line?

I’m reminded of the Julian Assange Case @ inMalafide.

I once dated a young Yuroba from Lagos. We were sharing our ultimate bedroom fantasies. She surprised me when she revealed her most desired sexual experience:

“I know it sounds strange, but I always wanted to be raped.”

She told me she wanted a guy to pounce on her and no matter how hard she fought, kicking and screaming, she would  ultimately have clothes ripped off her body, get slapped around and get fucked hard. She wanted him to call her a “Stupid Whore!” and a “Fucking N!*g€r!”. She wanted to feel helpless, used and worthless.

It blew me away. How could any women want to get raped? Then I asked myself a more puzzling question.. How do you rape a girl to fulfil a fantasy without actually raping her?

Bingo.

Welcome to Rape 101

Here’s your get out clause: The Codeword.

Every time I’m with a new lover and things are getting heated, I introduce a codeword. This codeword means stop, unconditionally. Any other string of words may be interpreted as meaningless utterances. Often when women say “Stop” or “No” is just means “Try something else” or “Not quite yet”. Only the codeword truely means stop. A semantic ruse perhaps, but an important one.

A codeword I often employ is “Bananas”. This way I give her permission to resist verbally as much as she wants, but at the back of her mind she knows she can terminate any action with the word “Bananas”.

Not only does this create trust, it’s also fucking hilarious. Any uncomfort she may feel is instantly diminished with such a stupid phrase. The codeword creates a playful dynamic to an otherwise primal act.

Other good codewords off the top of head : “Frappuccino!” “Hippopotamus!” or “Babyshit.”

Make sure it’s a funny word and totally not sexy, as she be less inclined to use it.  Such a word would completely destroy the mood, so if she uses it you know she means business.

As for my girl’s fantasy…. one day I burst into her room, grabbed her by the mane,  handcuffed her, beat her with my belt and assaulted her verbally while I made her to do whatever demeaning sexual act I saw fit.

Afterwards she told me it was the best sex she ever had…

So go ahead, try a little Rape game.

Just remember: Bananas!

I’ve had a fairly mixed bag went it comes to travel arrangements. For the last numbers of years I’ve tried a variety of combinations from going solo to cruisin’ in groups of 2, 3, 4, even 5 people (messy).

Today we’re going make comparisons between:

1. Going solo
2. Travelling as a duo (2 people)
3. Travelling as a trio or quartet. (3 or 4 people)

When it comes to hooking up and having fun, they all have their pros and cons. Let me share some wisdom…

Going Solo

Travelling alone requires a little more prep work but if you make the effort there’s no doubt going solo is a great way to get laid or ‘flag‘ while travelling. Firstly, you can pipeline and set up plenty of dates online, spending your nights wooing local honeys. Secondly, you are more flexible on how long you stay in a city, so if the going good you can stick around.

That said, what you gain in flexibility you lose in social proof. It’s harder to game girls at night if you’re riding dolo. This is especially true in the developed world, where your status as a Westerner means nothing. If you hit the ground cold and haven’t pipelined, consider hostelling as you can garner a possie and also pickup horny backpackers. Heading out with your new possie will  increase social proof, allow you to meet more people and have more fun.

Solo travel tends to more expensive. Sometimes it’s lonely and you have nobody to share your experiences with. That said, travelling alone offers you the best possible chances of meeting locals & getting into situations most bizarre, random and rewarding. You become more open to new experiences.

Unique Personal Experiences of Solo Travel:

• Living in a hut with a Cambodian Marijuana Farmer
• Couchsurfing in Belarus.
• Celebrating Kosovo’s first birthday having been dragged there by the Norwegian chick I met in Bucharest.
• Living in a cute Filipina’s apartment near Manila.
• Dating different women every night in Moldova.
• Waking up in a third world country robbed of my possessions and any memory of the night before.

 

Travelling as a Duo

IMPORTANT: Choose your travel buddy wisely! It can make or break a friendship.

It’s good to have a friend to share your memories with. A friend is especially comforting if you’re undertaking challenging trips with long journeys, travelling in dry countries with zero nightlife and girls. Pairing up is also cheaper than going solo.

Many would argue two people is the perfect number for pulling chicks. From my experience, this is only true if your travel companion is as chica-orientated as you. Crusin’ with a good wingman can dramatically increase your chances at pulling chicks at night, but if your travel buddy is the type to be bed by 10pm because he’s want to get to the muesum early, you’re going to have problems.

You tend to pipeline and date less when travelling with a friend. Abandoning your friend every night to meet women made strain your friendship (unless he’s doing the same thing). You’re more likely to try pick up at night. If you got decent game, this is more fun than dating anyway. It’s requires no effort before the trip as you can just play in by year. If you must pipeline, consider arranging double dates and share the love with your buddy.

With two people, randomness may be reduced somewhat as comprises must be made. You are less likely to ditch your mate and end up shacking up with a local  for example. On the other hand, if the other person is just as reckless, the synchronised testosterone and false sense of security provided by a companion could lead to a healthy dose of danger and experiences most ridiculous.

Unique Personal Experiences of Travelling as a Duo:

• Hitch-hiking through the Sudanese desert
• International Drug Smuggling
• Illegal Border jumping
• Entering active warzones
• Double dating in strange countries and high-fiving the morning after.
• Again, waking up in a third world country robbed of your possessions and any memory of the night before.

Travelling as a Trio or Quartet

Travelling with three or four people is seriously fun and offers you plenty of variety. You bring the party with you so social proof is through the roof where ever you go. Trios and Quartets work wonders for party destinations, especially in Europe.

If you are arrive somewhere where the nightlife is poor and girls are in short supply, your friends may become competition. That said, the good thing you can date more when travelling with a group then travelling as a duo. You won’t be missed as much… trust me this is a serious advantage.

Travelling with 4 people also as works out really cheap and you can rent your own apartment. All in all, the group experience is priceless for fostering fraternal bonds and offering shared memories that last a life time.

Randomness is lower than travelling solo or as a duo. You are less likely to interact with locals and have an ‘authentic’ cultural experience. However, this can be counteracted by pre-planned calculated randomness.  You need to get creative.

Unique Personal Experiences of Travelling as a group:

• Constant pranks, laughter and silliness
• Splashing out on cool apartments and inviting chicks back to house parties.
• Taking a 4 man dugout canoe and rowing to a deserted island for a session.
• A 24 night pub crawl dressed as Mexican Pirates in the Balkans.
• Creating a 4-four-part harmony Barber shop song to introduce yourselves, complete with dance moves.
• More one night stands from cold approaching.

IN CONCLUSION…

Mix it up!!!

As I mentioned, any more than 4 can get messy. To be honest, I think the best thing one could do is try every possible combination and see what works for you.

My friend Guzzling Gaz swears on going solo, while fellow adventurer Danny boy insists a duo offers the best comprise.

For me, I value the crazy experiences and personal growth offered by solo travel, but love the sheer enjoyment of a non-stop partying with a group. I still get laid either way, but I’ve had to learn how to adjust my game accordingly.

Life is about balance.

Every year I make sure I do one solo trip, one duo and one group. And you know what – it’s all good!!!

What’s your experience of Solo vs Buddy Travel?

“Pipelining” is a practise primarily employed by travellers wanting to meet potential sexual partners in a future destination. Meetings are typically arranged online through social networking and dating sites. The objective is to have potential mates already ‘in the pipeline’ prior to arrival in a certain location, thus vastly increasing the chances of a sexual encounter with a local. The terms ‘Pipelining’ and ‘online game’ can be used interchangeably.

Origins: While I’ve done this for many years, I only coined the term recently. The word was inspired by an interview with Lumiere, where he talked about “[using] the internet to build a prospect pipeline of local women before [arrival].”

For a How-to guide check out Pipelining 101.

Or at least the first one while both parties were sober…

Last night my date proposed to me… on DAY 2!

It was the most surreal date of my life. Of late, I’ve had a propensity to date devoutly religious virgins in their teens. I don’t what it is, but I keep ending up with these chicks. I’m getting laid by other girls but I’ve gotten to the stage where I relish a challenge.  I’ve finally found a worthy nemesis – God, the biggest cockblock ever.

In reality,  my interactions with these women ultimately end in stalemate.  They want to get very serious, very fast, while I’m more interested in feeding my ego by taking what is most precious to them – their chastity. The situation usually involves hardcore Muslim girls, but yesterday was a little different.

It was my second date with an attractive 19 year old Nigerian Christian. Customary to most of my day 2′s, we ended up in bed. Although she let herself become extremely aroused, she wouldn’t escalate to sexual intercourse. She was a virgin and she informed me she was adamant on waiting until she was married. Cockblocked by God, again.

We then proceeded to have one of those effortless, multi-facted conversations that last all night and end up with each person having a profound and intimate understanding of the other. We talked about religion, our core beliefs and values. I built so much comfort it felt like we went through a 5 year relationship in one night. I tried my best to challenge her creationist beliefs and dismantle her dogmatic values, but my efforts were futile.

I told her it could never work. She said it could.

At the risk of loosing me she came up a crazy solution – she proposed to me.

She asked to be the father of her children, her baby daddy.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“I’m very serious.” She insisted, looking lovingly in my eyes.

I didn’t believe her at first, but she was completely dead set. This girl wanted to marry me. I was in shock, but rather flattered.

She had it all worked out:

“You can still go travelling, I don’t want to get in the way of your dreams but I want to be married by the time I’m 25.”

I hesitated.

“You didn’t give me an answer..” She said, looking for the elusive “I do”.

I told her I’d think about it, I talked about comprise. 6 years is a long time and I don’t plan on settling down so early, but it’s nice to know I’ll have the option of a cute virgin bride when I’m in my early thirties…

This morning she woke up and sneaked off to the shops, surprising me with a cooked Irish breakfast in bed, what a sweetheart.

On reflection, it was a rather intense second date.

Have I learnt my lesson? Sigh..  I wish. I’m courting a young Libyan beauty at the moment. We haven’t even been on a date yet and she’s already asking me to get serious. WTF? I’m still going to see the Christian too.

Why do I do this to myself?

Snapshots are mini town/city guides for smaller places or cities I have only experienced briefly. Here’s a little snapshot of Cairo.

What are one’s first impressions of Cairo?

Not the romantic pearl of Arabia I envisioned. The place is a shit-hole. The locals seem friendly, but that’s only because they want to scam you. Egyptian men are the among the worst breed of human I’ve ever encountered. There is the odd gentlemen, but I found 90% are of the scummier variety. If the guys don’t piss you off, the heat, filth and lack of nightlife will. At least it’s easy to get high in Cairo.

What are the women like?

There’s no doubt that Cairo’s saving grace is in the eyes of the local temptresses. The majority of Egyptian women are in hijabs and carry a little weight (Egyptian guys love the chubb). But when they’re cute, there’s really cute. Egypt remains a conservative Muslim country and fellow travellers reckon hooking up with a local is more likely in Tehran, Iran; that’s saying something. According to Reuters, a survey conducted in 2005 found 95% of Egyptian women have undergone some form of female circumcision, so expect a decreased libido. However, I’m convinced the chicks can be pulled, I got a lot of great responses from smiling and giving a flirty wave. The average women marries at 24 – I see a window! This isn’t Saudi, it can be done. If I were going to Egypt again I’d get my ass online and pick up that way.

For more pics of  sexy Egyptian girls, click here.

Where should I go at night-time?

For a population of nearly 8 million people, the nightlife in Cairo is desperate. Zamalek is your best bet, with a few bars conducive for game. It’s relatively upmarket, but wealthier girls who tend to be a little more liberal drink here, otherwise you’re restricted to nightclubs in the major hotels.

If you’re looking for a good time in Egypt hit somewhere like Hurghada on the red sea, it’s way more fun. The place is a major holiday destination for sexy Eastern European & Russian chicks.

Any other recommendations?

I never EVER recommend organised tours, but in truth I reckon Egypt is best experienced in this way.

Oh yeah and you should go see those pointy things in the dessert, the what-cha-ma-call-its - pyramids! Apparently giant Lego blocks constitute some sort of ancient wonder. Read my article – How to get a private pyramid tour!

The Bottom Line

See the pyramids and get the fuck out of Cairo.