List of Hotel in Tanjungpinang

No	Name	Address	Phone
1.	Hotel Bintan Permata***	Jl Pantai Impian	+62771 23661
2.	Hotel Rainbow/Pelangi***	Jl.Kuantan	+62771 24982
3.	Hotel Comfort***	Jl DI Panjaitan	+62771 41234
4.	Hotel Laguna**	Jl Bintan	+62771 311555
5.	Hotel Sampurna Jaya*	Jl. Yusuf Kahar	+62771 21555
6.	Hotel Sanno/Melia*	Jl Pos	+62771 21898
7.	Hotel Top View*	Jl. Ciptadi 3	+62771 21889
8.	Hotel Furia	Jl. Merdeka 6	+62771 311225
9.	Hotel Halim	Jl DI Panjaitan	+62771 23719
10.	Hotel Bali	Jl. Sei Jang	+62771 26281
11.	Hotel Gunung Bintan Jaya	Jl Samudra 38	+62771 29288
12.	Hotel Laut Jaya	Jl Pelantar II	+62771 311471
13.	Hotel Riau Holiday Indah	Jl Pelantar II/53	+62771 22644
14.	Hotel Sampurna Inn	Jl. Yusuf Kahar	+62771 21651
15.	Hotel Tanjung Pinang	Jl. Pos 629	+62771 21236
16.	Hotel Surya	Jl. Bintan	+62771 21811
17.	Hotel Jo_Jo Trump	Jl Yusuf Kahar	+62771 20002
18.	Hotel Mutiara	Jl Gambir	+62771 28150
19.	Hotel Asean	Jl Gudang Minyak	+62771 22161
20.	Hotel Bintan Island	Jl. Bakar Batu	+62771 21946
21.	Hotel Paradise	Jl Potonglembu	+62771 21816
22.	Hotel Shinta	Jl. Kamboja	+62771 315629
23.	Hotel Dinasty	JlGudangMinyak	+62771 22202
24.	Hotel Sentral	Jl DI Panjaitan	+62771 312000
25.	Hotel Plaza	Jl MT Haryono	+62771 313222
26.	Hotel Wisata	Jl Merdeka 67	+62771 22215
27.	Hotel Lesmina	Jl Pos	+62771 316000
28.	Hotel Sadaap	Jl Hang Tuah	+62771 22286
29.	Wisma Riau	Jl Yusuf Kahar	+62771 21023
30.	Wisma Sekar Wangi	Jl Pelantar II	+62771 317585
31.	Wisma Senggarang	Jl Senggarang	+62771 23921
32.	Wisma Sri Bintan	Jl Pelantar I	+62771 24506
33.	Wisma Sri Pinang	Jl Pelantar I 17	+62771 21195
34.	Wisma Sondang	Jl Yusuf Kahar	+62771 21503
35.	Hotel Pesona	Jl DI Panjaitan	+62771 25083
36.	Hotel Panorama	Jl. Agus Salim	+62771 22920
37	Hotel Tepi Laut	Jl. Agus Salim	+62771 22754
38.	Wisma Santai	Jl Tambak	+62771 23707
39.	Hotel Shangrila	Jl Tambak 118D	+62771 22202
40.	Hotel Kaputra	Jl Wiratno	+62771 318100
41.	Wisma Lestari	Jl Bintan	+62771 21193

Fotiko por Areta Mayo

List of Hotels in Batam

NO	Name	Address	Phone
1.	Island Garden Hotel***	Pembangunan Road,Villa Idaman-Baloi Centre	+62778 457300
2.	Harmoni Apartment	Imam Bonjol Road J/1	+62778 455550
3.	Grand Mutiara Hotel*	Raden Patah Road Blok III/12	+62778 425765
4.	Island View Hotel and Apartment*	Prambanan Road 1 Sei Jodoh	+62778 426566
5.	Sari Jaya Hotel*	Bumi Indah 12	+62778 451341
6.	Horison Hotel*	Lumbung Rezeki E1-7	+62778 457111
7.	Hotel Ozon*	Peniuin Center H1	+62778 428888
8.	Harris Resort	Marina Water Front	+62778 3818888
9.	Sentosa Hotel	Kompl Batam Santosa	+62778 452330
10.	Hotel Pelangi*	TanjungPantun JJ	+62778 451555
11.	Holiday Hotel*	Imam Bonjol B1	+62778 458609
12.	Kolekta Hotel*	Raden Patah BIII	+62778 451333
13.	South Links Country Club Apartment	Gajah Mada Sei Ladi	+62778 426222
14.	Utama Hotel***	Nagoya Paradise
15.	Pelita Hotel*	Sriwijaya Road 23	+62778 425333
16.	Panorama Regency Hotel & Apartment	Tanjng Pantun Jodoh	+62778 452888
17.	Golden Virgo Hotel*	Teuku Umar 1	+62778 432095
18.	Harmoni Hotel***	Imam Bonjol Block B	+62778 432393
19.	Ramayana Hotel	Kompl Batama F1	+62778 456888
20.	Nagoya Plaza Hotel	Imam Bonjol Road	+62778 493585
21.	Formosa Hotel***	Nagoya	+62778 426789
22.	Golden View Hotel****	Bengkong Laut	+62778 771777
23.	Indah Hotel*	Baloi	+62778 450880
24.	Raflesia Hotel***	Bukit Nagoya	+62778 431999
25.	Hotel 89**	Baloi	+62778 433789
26.	Good way Hotel***	Nagoya	+62778 426888
27.	Penuin Hotel*	Lubuk Baja	+62778 422613
28.	Vista Hotel***	Lubuk Baja	+62778 431888
29.	Turi Beach Resort****	Hang Lekir Nongsa	+62778 761080
30.	Puri Garden Hotel****	Nagoya	+62778 458888
31.	Nongsa Point Marina	Nongsa	+62778 761333
32.	Grand Majesty Hotel	Jodoh	+62778 433688
33.	Batam View Beach****	Nongsa	+62778 761740
34.	Planet Holiday****	Jodoh	+62778 433555

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Sonoman and his musical-mental power

There Sonoman goes, across the galaxy of the man: the sensors in his mind protect him against the dangers. But don’t immunize him from the sadness. “Why would I come here? Why, if I can’t stand this loneliness anymore?..”
There Sonoman crosses on through the Milky Way of the mankind; fighting against the dark forces of this Universe and others: his cap keeps him safe against electric risk & the evil. But can’t save him from the lack of love.
“What is worth for what is worth for what is worth for? What I am fighting against and who I am?..Does a superhero, make any sense? Do superheroes ask to themselves this kind of questions anyway?..
There Sonoman goes: using his musical-mental power to fight the vicious obscurity, the faceless forces of the dark side of this Universe, and others…see him fly by at the speed of light, like a white orgasm; like an eruption of “Limzul” or “Rinso”: astral soap. See him: you won’t see him: when you heard him, supersonic, already he’s 7.000.000 light years away from the point of focus…and as all the correct citizens of the federation of the Universe know; his unlimited mental tele-phase is shield and neuronal love over this Universe.
And others.
But this can’t give him the love of the princess Starosta. Because the unlimited tele-phases don’t understand of sweet maidens’ hearts and their secret gardens…and even yet, there Sonoman goes; across the spatial nothing that hasn’t space or limit.

The astral conch, the womb of all the obscurities: astral order or nonsense.

Meanwhile, on the corner of your street, late in the windy night, the litter flies like oligophrenic witness of distant Universes.
You’re not alone: Sonoman knows you, and his Universal love won’t leave you completely alone.

Not completely.


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Little excerpt from a theatre play

Amorous shadow, my vinous sea: who has broken your voice? You broke my liphe.
Oh, asunder to say the least. I am at the edge of being at the edge of being sure that you were one of the nine winged muses of Sterne in his Italian nights. But...
Incest of mine, repugnant animal: woman; answ2er me NOW: who! Whoa! Ah! Ah!

The tempest is coming with steps of Andean giant, closer to the door of your secret, the tempest has broken your voice: did the tempest break your voice in this golden afternoon?

It was that Swiss sailor maybe?

In dreams I envision you, bald and barefoot, exactly as a zoroastrian apostle on the snow.


My halcyon days of chaos, chaos, chaos, melancholy of my ways: oh, errors of the whiskey and the raving lunacies of the opium: el estío del señor Satanás.
Nights of hate and desperation and it’s me like a reflex of the mirror into the deep night, oh Sir Belzebú, represented in the natural elements, like the gold or the lightning, assisting me and victimizing me: it’s me running like a dog after your galvanic moon.
Like the blind dog of Socrates in Andalusia.

Look at the ivies that surround this cursed hamlet: they are full of horror, dead children and bread; look at me: every time I kiss you I get poisoned under the bad sign of this damnation you were born: moonwoman, soft like the water: perfumed like the diabolical alcohol, cursed and cursing: witch of my feverish dreams by the shores of Calais: you are a bad beast and you shall die.

I got to sink this knife inside, by the English Channel, completely drunk and insulting the policemen. Inside of youI, inside of meyou.

The seven meanders that surround the citadel were fornicated and poisoned by your EYE. Violated by your mental vibrations.
YOU! YOU ARE THE MAGMA AND THE EYE, DASTARD AND BASTARD WHORE! HARPY OF PALESTINE, HERMETIC BANSHEE OF CHAOTIC, PUTRID CORDUROY: repugnant animal, woman!

Everything in you is disorder and furious doors.
Your hair is just vipers, the sun runs away, backwards on its course.
Until you disappear. Disappear until you.

But you’re the angel of my unfathomable centre: the chasm where no key, no key, no key has fallen.
For good.

Sometimes the coldness, it is so subpolar on these paths, Athena.
You know it’s just a lie, the life.

As you were born from the head of Zeus hospital, father and fornicator, as you’re a monster, yu’re owner of all the silver, science-woman, meiga Galega; horrible abomination, strange artifact: you.

See now the dry poplars burnINg under zodiacal skies that, oh, are so blue that don’t exist anymore.
Never existed, like you, you never; damned whore, my love, my rare fulmar from Hindochina.

The tempest is already here...SHHHHH...listen: listen to the leaves falling from the tree of your heart. Its ramifications are overflowing in venom.
Its tallest branches reach the throne of Lucifer Magnificent: you, YOU HAVE TO DIE.

Atalanta: goddess, hunter and martyr: I don’t want to want you.
Your sad shade will follow the destiny of Ysrael: I command you to be exiled, out of this life: exodus and yourself being the arrow and the wound, at once.

...But don’t walk away from these mirrorized labyrinths, no, with out; REALIZE why.
Why do I kill you? Why you? You: TRUNCATED VESTAL UNDER THE FLAMING WUTHERING, CROSS-EYED; RRRRREPUGNANT ANIMAL!

You...

...have many names: Anhedonia, Amphetamina, Diana; elastic Diana. Is grudge what my eyes are built IN, nothing else remains. But the oneiric.

But your vaginal elasticity by the argent of that river in my retinas.

Letrilla a la Galatea del enajenado, tardío señor

Como aquel Pigmalión del Chipre, Otomán
Tus versos rememoran, sin quererlo
Y van]

Como trazando una línea en el monte
Más la nueche muere, y sin saberlo
El horizonte]

[A descent into the Hells]

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...The big bird of Paradise is the first thing your eyes will envision after the transportation: she will lead you towards the nebulous forest, outside the garden, which actually it’s silvery: the sun of Paradise it’s Aztec, and its endless streets, stairs and bridges, are sunbathed day and night.


Leaving Eden behind [the garden of the 1001 ziggurats], you’re entering into the forest, whose back boundary is close to the white chasm of the nebulae.
You’ll have to ride the giant bird now, to cross the immensities of the cosmic vault, where the white chasm lies.
Lies: remember: are all lies.

On the other side of the universe of your drem, you are: the point of inflection is three; the mirrors are one: the bird dissapeared.
Now you’re facing the south side of the Zodiac lung

[as I was facing the death of all my dreams: so now all of them are dead, as I am]

can you see now the Zodiac lung..?
your next step could be harder..

now: take a breath and watch to your left.


The sequence will show, under your feet, the glass sheet, one of both: now you’ll have to jump over the chasm of the moralists of the life: them, traitors of their own law.
Law.

Your jump will be hard, because the chasm is immense and its black mouth it’s scary, and never ends.
Like the mouth of a never ending, black wolf the chasm is, so, your jump hard it is.

But if you dare to do it, and jump, even knowing that you would never succeed, then a force will turn your jump into flight: now.


Like in a reversed sequence you find yourself now beyond the feat: it is done: how?
There is no use in trying to understand the matter the reveries are made of.
________________


That green path you see in front of you, right behind your eyes: that green path provokes you some incomprehensible sadness.
The path it’s ascending and sunbathed

And at some point, the path ascends, to descend later: I am crossing it right now.
Though I don’t want: crying I walked by this path, tomorrow.
Though I won’t want: crying for you I’ll walk by this path, yesterday.


I am just another passer-by across this valley of sad images; across this replica of the life itself; and I am missing you.

But you: you’ve got to walk the path now.


...In the middle of the ascending road there are the swimming horses.
It is a summer road, and does have a lake that could remind you of your past-terrestrial days.
Into the lake are the horses: crimson and purple, magenta.: don’t look at them.

Passing by the lake, and far away ahead, the road becomes windy and lonely: here is where yor inner self will talk to you louder.
The only inhabitants of this comarque are the owls, and their oblique and tall shadows are projected by the sun, among the shadow of the wind.
If you observe very hard.
Running like the sand on the desert, the shadow of the wind.

These damned corners have to be left behind: going out of these comarques, the road starts going down...
The wind dies, the oblique shadows disappear: now, follow the high sun, down.
______________

At the end of the road there is something.
You are walking down the road now: and the lower you descend, the brighter the sun shines.
Shine.
Because deep down along this path, there are some bitternesses, and also some tepid sweetnesses.
Because this path is a replica of the life itself; and when you complete the distance, between your fears and its end, then you will be back in the world again.
Out of this nightmare of hellish labyrinths. Out of these enigmatic roads.
Hellish labyrinths.
Enigmatic roads.
Like the life itself.


Now: go on.


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The pleasure machine

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Anna Jensen was a technician and engineer, she worked for six years in one of the most important companies of the US in the camp of the aeroplanes assembly.
Anna lived alone in her minimalistically decorated flat, in Miami, Florida, and she was 35.
The walls of the flat were white, and much sun entered in the mornings, while Anna used to drink a black coffee with some toast.
In fact her diet was quite healthy, strict though; rich in proteins: the breakfast was accompanied with some fresh orange juice: she avoided meat, and the alcohol didn’t enter in her diet at all.
Her job was quite specialized, though relaxed, and the best of all is that it were few hours: she had much spare time to dedicate it to herself, and her favourite pastimes; the physical exercise and gym, to walk under the sun, and the masturbation.

The Florida weather is warm all the year, so she was all the time naked at home: thanks to her diet and dedicated hours of exercise, her body was practically perfect: toned; slightly muscular, and with a golden tan that contrasted with her blond-platinum hair.
A bad marriage and several terrible relationships, left her reluctant to date somebody, so she lived alone, and didn’t want a man in her life: the men bring excitement and pleasure, but too many problems; the men are way too complicated...notwithstanding she still enjoyed flirting and seducing, though always scared of going ahead, she did hide herself in her little and secret world.
But she enjoyed sex too much, she was very physical, and used to spend, as well, long hours masturbating: anal, vaginally, with a large variety of dildos: orange, pink, yellow, plastic, rubber, large, smaller; harder or more flexible.
In the shower, or on her soft and big bed, she always gave herself to the sweet pleasure, exploring herself interminably, getting multiple orgasms, over and over again, until getting really exhausted.
She was not exactly a sexual addicted, rather could be described as a vicious with a too hot cunt.
And...also she had rubber dolls, and in a very feminine way, she fucked her dolls, using a dildo-belt; and though she fucked them like a man does, her movements were still feminine, more delicate and sensual than possessive or vigorous: she penetrated as if she were being penetrated. And she was, because the dildo-belt had two dildos, and one was into her sweet twat.
Though her favorite delight was to masturbate on her bed, with her huge-white dildo, which was very flexible and did fit her so perfectly...getting her so full: with her thighs well-open, she did dare the dildo penetrating with plenty into her slit, deep and slowly, making her experience every milimeter of her sex, giving her 1.000 different sensations of pleasure.

One day, seeing one aeroplane’s device, an idea assaulted her mind...why not?: why not build a machine of sex?
A machine to masturbate and to fuck, the complete, the ultimate machine, with all the imaginable applications for sex; all together and in one.
The biggest, smallest size imaginable; the perfect robot-machine-android, with all the sexual characteristics of a man, and of a woman, and of both together.

Week after week, Anna was working on it, assembling piece after piece, according to her feverish design: she knew the machines were just devices to serve the human: servitors of our needs, and she wanted the most phenomenal sex cyborg-slave, ah, ah!
Yeah: she wanted a machine to serve her, in the most bestial sense of the word, to serve her anally and vaginally non stop.

Finally, the droid was made: after long weeks of ardent work, every little detail of her design, did fit perfect, like a clockwork made for pleasure.

The machine was like an android (this is, with human shape), all covered with a fake skin, made with a plastic solution, very resistant to th friction, since she had in mind to subject it to heavy and constant duty: the soft ‘skin’ of the android should stand long hours of hard fucking, like a stallion would, or even more.
Also it was supplied with artificial semen and artificial vaginal flux, moving tongue and lips, with several directions and speeds, synthetic saliva and even synthetic sweat...and of course, two vigorous and hard cocks, four fine testicles, two anuses, two tender and profound vaginas; and two firm and big tits.

Finally, and trembling of emotion, Anna started experiencing this love machine that herself created: it was like her own son and her own daughter at the same time, and of course she was comittig incest...and she could not stop.
In fact, night and day, day and night, all she did was to fuck and to be fucked, to suck and to be sucked, to masturbate and to be masturbated by the infernal machine, that already was starting controlling her mind almost completely.
The only thing she did, besides of having sex with the robot, it was to go work, exhausted: her mates started realizing that something strange happened with Anna: she started getting gradually more thin, and her stare was like lost.
Finally they started asking her if she was ok, but all she used to answer was that was following a new diet.

The first thing she did, arriving home, was to get naked, turn on the android, and start fucking: on her knees, doubly penetrated, anal and vaginally, until reach so many orgasms and practically get dizzy and almost lose consciousness, under the steady and invariable performance of her synthetic lover, that didn’t stop a second, and kept on pumping and pumping her big cocks machinally into Anna, that was lost in ecstasy.
She was a slave to sex, totally, and there was nothing else in her mind than sex.

One afternoon, she had her robot-lover doing her the cunnilingus Anna finally got a faint: in the middle of a multiple orgasm: the pleasure was so wild that seemed to invade her like never before, like a spiral staircase...she started feeling a strange sensation, an unbearable delight, like a fever, and the spasms of pleasure got extended during long minutes.
She started getting scared, because the orgasm didn’t stop, but she was too hot to stop, and was enjoying too much...but finally lost consciousness in the middle of the interminable orgasm.

One day Anna stopped going to work.
Her mates didn’t see her more, nobody picked up the calls, and nobody knew what happened to her anymore.

Even her office boss himself went to her house, and did ring the bell, on and on during a good while: there was nobody home, apparently.
Notwithstanding, for a moment, he thought have heard a noise, coming from somewhere inside the house.

It was such a metallic noise, very low. At least that was what he thought he heard in principle, like an ultra-slight rattle...the equivocal and dubious sound got quickly buried by the noises of the street: the siren of an ambulance filled the street with its scream.
The boss decided to give up, nobody was inside that house: walking slowly he left that place...


Notwithstanding, the metallic noise was getting gradually louder and slower every day, along four or five days the noise was getting increased, and finally became an unbearable screech, heard even from a considerable distance.
The neighbors could not stand such an unbearable noise anymore, and went there, but nobody opened the door: finally the police came, tearing down the door, the first thing they noted was a disgusting, offensive smell; and walked into the house towards the room where the terrible screech came from.

What they observed just inside the room, was one of the most unexpected views they could imagine: an almost burnt android, all covered in blood, was moving its pelvis, with every time slower movements, and its two big-metallic penises were penetrating yet the flesh of the deformed body of a woman.

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Letrilla

"Paseaba la doncella
Bajo el su parasol
Ella la más bella
La modosa de Albuñol

Por modosa e por modesta
-Ansí la madre asegurallo-
Atención ella non presta
A esa cosa llamada falo

Acompañalla una criada
Por las calles de la villa
Vieja puta e porfiada
E muy dada a la morcilla

El tiempo, en alas de oro
Como ágile sueño voló
E la moça, rubio tesoro
De la polla se prendó

Más que polla, pollona
Era la sua favorita
E en viéndola tan morcillona
Dejó de ser modosita

Con el paje e los criados
El crestiano ó el morisco
Con tullidos e lisiados
E con el señor Obispo

Con Juan e con Juan Pero
E con el poeta castizo
Con el lechero, el herrero
Con todo mundo lo fizo

En siendo tal su frenesí
Más que verga, por el vergón
Ni paró ensartada ansí
Por un noble garañón

E non acaba aquí el asunto
Pues al burro e al baturro
E a mil más que ni barrunto
Les mamaba bien el churro

E ansí acaba esta letrilla
Rijosa e montaraz
Escrita en mala castilla
E non demasiado sagaz."

Czechoslovakia

Egypto!

The Exotic Islands of Natuna

The Exotic Islands of Natuna known as Pearl of The North located within Riau Islands Province is really like a pearl on the ocean waiting to be discovered. The area is 3.235,18 sq.km strategically located between the South China Sea with close borders to Malaysia, Thailand and Borneo are promoting to be developed as new tourist and investment destination at the Province. The natural beauties of vertical granite stones located underwater Natuna ocean has been admired and acknowledged by diving as well as photography experts.

Natural beauties in Natuna include the seven level waterfalls, pristine beach at Siantan Island, tropical Senubung Hills, exotic Sedanau Island, and Subi Island which once was a Japanesse air force fortress during World War II as well as cavern like Lobang Hidungcave containing bountiful swallow birds nest. Tourist shouldn't miss out visiting Anambas Islands endowed with natural and pristine underwater photography experts in April 2007.


Some white and beaches along with vertic granite stones in Natuna are Sisi Beach, Setengar Beach, Cape Beach, Cemaga Beach, Melang Beach, Manas Beach and Matak Kecil Beach with compliment value for your holiday. The Malay traditional arts and cultures extravagance inclusive at Natuna Calendar Events are festival of Zapin Dance, Hadrah Gendang Siantan, Mendu, Gasing Ayam Sondol ( Malay Traditional folk game usually known as top spinning ) and Awan Mendung. Natuna is also known of producing Screwpine Mat at the Serasan district where tourist may personally catch sight of the production process.

One of famous folk stories in the island is elephant called Mina guarded the Natuna ocean. The animal which resembles ancient Mamoth elephant can burst fire from its trunk and lived on The Ocean of Natuna. Many of the sailors at that time have actually spotted Mina on their voyage. natuna can be easily accessed through Ranai Airport as well as Lampa and Penangi Seaports.

☆Land of the Great Wall Of China☆

Caminando por Morocco

♋Un Paseo Por Colombia♋

View and the precipice

~Mas Foticos de El Interior de la Cueva~

Wham uno de mis mejores amigos en sl!

Bailando y Platicando rico......

~El Jardin De Los Suenos~

La Casita

A high-precision view of the Sun

Lonely is the word

Abandoned child

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Like the angel who wrestled with Israel, eyes of desert: abandoned child; what your thoughts are now?
The hand that grants, the hand that denies the blessing.

Let me feel what you feel, let me teletransport myself into your cells: child of the dry caravan; dry are your tears now.
Geometric creature, sprout of a feverish Spinoza’s estival dream: eyes of desert: what your loves are now?

Late at night, on the hills of a world that never knew you; observing the lights of the Great Prostitute shining, that Nazarene of the eyes on fire maybe will bring you a star light.
Or will you be abandoned forever, like Jacob wrestling with the angel?
Fallen being, eyes of desert.

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Lonely is the world