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  About this Book

  Great, yet another book on world travel….

  The narrow road is deeply rutted and dusty. It is dark when we arrive at the floating village of Chong Kneas. Houses on stilts line the narrow road, which is strewn with artifacts of daily–plastic, aluminum cans and empty water vessels. A few new fires pour smoke into the early–morning sky.

  If you like to read texts like this, then you are reading the wrong book and I advise to you to visit your local bookstore and get a real travel book. There are literally thousands of books on travelling available, so if you want to read long, boring descriptions of the landmarks and cultural stuff, your local bookstore or library is the place to go. This is not one of those books. I had to leave parts of the trip and thousands of little details out to keep this book readable. I could have easily filled 2000 pages.

  If there are thousands of books on travelling, what makes this one so special?

  While there are many books on travelling and also on picking up girls, there are only a few books combining the two subjects. Books on (round the world) travel are often politically correct books written by guys who know how to travel but know nothing about girls. I dare to say that 95% of guys travelling are satisfied with an occasional drunken lay in a hostel, preferably with someone of their own “kind”. What I can offer is the story of how I went around the world, with just a backpack, some luck, and ever-increasing skills at picking up girls. And how you could do it too.

  So, that means I can just buy a book about picking up girls, read it and go abroad. Right?

  No. You could do that but the problem is that most of those books are written by marketers or “Pick up artists” who may be good at teaching this stuff and selling it but suck when it comes to actually picking up girls. Did you even wonder why every year they come up with a new book with a completely new system? That’s because they are only interested in your money.

  The tips you’ll find in this book are timeless and could still be used in 50 years. Those pick-up books are interesting reads but custom-suited for the western world. The world you’re about to say goodbye to. The world where witty “routines” don’t work since the exotic hottie you’re speaking with barely knows English or not very familiar with western culture except what she sees on television when she occasionally skips her soap operas.

  So who should read your book?

  • Anyone about to go on a long trip abroad who wants to read a diary on life on the road.

  • Anyone interested in travelling to exotic countries who wants to read real, crazy stories of the kind you won’t find in regular travel books. If you’ve ever been on a pre-packaged tour, and stared out the window of your air-conditioned bus, packed to the rafters with overfed Western tourists, being pushed around by travel guides who keep you to a strict schedule, and wondered what it’s really like out there, and what it would be like to actually get off that bus and go into the real life of the country – well, I can give you an idea of that too. And maybe you’ll realize just how much you’ve missed, locked in your endless air-conditioned tunnel of plane to hotel to bus to hotel to plane.

  • Anyone who wants to travel to exotic places and pick up the local girls whether they are White, Asian, Latin, Black, Brown or whatever exotic mix you can think of.

  • This book is mainly focused to cheap-ass backpacker bum travelling, but the tips will also help out the traveler on a bigger budget. In fact, more money equals more honey, but not for the obvious reasons known in the western world.

  • Anyone shy who wants to improve his life by travelling and meeting people from other cultures, including, yes, girls.

  Who should NOT read this book?

  • Anyone who expects a great piece of literature. I’m not a literary stylist, and I’m not going to pretend to be.

  In fact, I’m breaking the show/don’t tell rule in every possible way. Why, you ask? Because I want to tell you the story like I’m having a beer with you in a smoky bar. A place where serious talk is easily followed up by hilarious laughter or stuff that need whispering when there are women around.

  • Anyone who is easily offended or overly politically correct. I very much doubt you’ll enjoy this book. What’s in here is three years of my life. Three years of wandering, and three years of girls. There will be travel, there will be booze, there will be (at times) utter debauchery. And at times there will also be those moments when I found myself at some of the lowest points of my life – and how I got out of them. (Which mostly involved girls.) If this doesn’t sound like your cup of tea, save yourself the bother and go read something from Oprah’s Book Club.

  AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 GIRLS

  The epic 3-year round the world trip

  of a backpacking Casanova

  Neil Skywalker

  Copyright © 2012 by Neil Skywalker

  Second Edition, September 2012

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  For the girls who fell in love with me

  I hope you never read this book

  Table of Contents

  Prologue: You know it’s time to leave when…

  Chapter 1 – Going East

  Russia, Kazakhstan and Mongolia

  Chapter 2 – Northern Asia

  Japan & South Korea

  China, Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan

  Chapter 3 – South East Asia

  Vietnam

  Thailand

  Cambodia

  Laos

  Myanmar

  Malaysia

  Philippines

  Malaysian Borneo, Brunei and Singapore

  Indonesia

  Chapter 4 – Oceania

  Australia & New Zealand

  Chapter 5 – South America

  Argentina

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p; Chile

  Bolivia

  Peru

  Ecuador

  Colombia

  Bolivia

  Paraguay

  Uruguay

  Brazil

  Chapter 6 – The Guyana’s

  Guyana

  Suriname

  French Guyana

  Chapter 7 – The Caribbean

  Trinidad & Tobago and Jamaica

  Chapter 8 – United States

  Tips and trips section for picking up girls home and abroad

  Style and Fashion

  Alpha Behavior

  Inner Game

  Approach Anxiety

  Approaching in clubs

  Flirting signs and Teasing

  Pre selection

  Motivation

  Date game and Conversational techniques

  DHV and Storytelling

  How to talk in third world countries

  Escalating for the bang

  Travel cheap: The backpacking Casanova way

  What to bring on your trip

  Conquering the language barrier

  Special Thanks

  Thwack! The dull sound of a hard punch to the face. Dara’s pupils swam and she stumbled on her feet for half a second before her surprised look at Nina turned vicious. Without hesitating she threw herself at Nina and grabbed her by the hair, both of them kicking and punching, screaming in a language I didn’t understand as they tried to tear each other’s scalp off. I tried to pull them apart but their fingers were all tangled up in each other’s hair, and they had no intention of letting go. All the people in the guesthouse were staring, and quickly two guys who worked there rushed over to help stop the fight, with a method rather more effective than mine: they started beating the girls all over until they gave in and stopped. One of the guys was hitting Nina so hard I had to pull him off her.

  When the fight was broken up, Dara gave me a desperate look and walked away crying. Even coming out of a fight she still looked gorgeous. Her shirt was torn and showed a bit of the big beautiful breasts I had touched so many times before. I looked inside my room and saw Nina lying on the floor, crying and still soaking wet from that crazy jump she’d made into the filthy lake a little earlier. I closed the door and dragged Nina into the shower, took her clothes off and turned the water on. Her everlasting smile was gone, her eyes looked straight through me and she lay there like a ragdoll. I was washing the dirty water off her naked body and looked at her bruises and suddenly it hit me: I was shocked at how easily I was fixing up this bruised and naked twenty-three year old Vietnamese girl like it was an everyday thing. What the hell did I get myself into? And more importantly….

  What the hell had happened to me?

  To answer that, I have to go back to the beginning.

  Prologue: You know it’s time to leave when…

  My name’s not actually Neil Skywalker. That part you probably figured out already, considering that I don’t think there’s anyone out there who actually has that last name. And I was never the type of guy you’d expect to find surrounded by screaming, cat-fighting Asian girls battling over him.

  Rather the opposite, in fact. I was born and raised in Holland or, as it’s officially called, the Netherlands. My small country used to be famous for its excellent cheese, wooden shoes and windmills. Now it’s famous for legal marijuana being sold in coffee shops and tax-paying prostitutes in the red light districts.

  I didn’t start out as a total chump, like most guys who write about picking up girls, but I’ve just been a regular dude for most of my life. Let me start the story by jumping back to my time as a teenager.

  During my high school years I was the bad influence in class and wasn’t interested in learning anything. I changed high schools three times. I lost my virginity when I was thirteen years old on a family holiday in France. The girl was English, and therefore my first lay was also my first flag. That might sound like the start of a promising Casanova career but it was a one hit wonder and nothing happened for the next four years.

  As far as I know, no one had sex at my high school. If they did, they hid it well. At the last school dance I made out with a girl named Tammy. A blond and smiley girl with melon sized breasts. They were truly huge. Unfortunately the rest of her body was slightly on the heavy side too. She was a sweet girl but impossible to get in the sack. It lasted three weeks. Never been a patient guy.

  I soon found another girl. She lived in quite a rough neighborhood. Just like her daughter, her overly friendly/horny mom couldn’t keep her hands of me which was more than a bit weird when you’re a seventeen year old boy. In those times you had to wait till your parents were out of the house if you wanted to have sex. Something that didn’t happen often. We had sex just three times before we broke up.

  I didn’t date any girls for two years after that. At age nineteen, I could count the times I had sex on one hand. A fact my “friends” and colleagues at the construction site were happily using to make fun of me.

  After getting my driver’s license, a nice convertible, a better paycheck and by hitting the gym on a daily basis my confidence got a big boost. For the next five years I had four girlfriends and one one-night stand in a park behind a club. If you would rate them on beauty then they would probably be 6.5’s. No fuglies but not head turners either.

  Things were looking up until I decided to break up with the half Russian girl I was with for nearly two years. A lot of (non girl-related) shit had happened in the last few years including hanging out with the wrong crowd and frequent and serious trouble with the law. Something I won’t go into in this book.

  I was always too hard-headed and foolish to get a college education, and after basic high school I worked at all kinds of jobs. Unlike some guys, luckily I had some skills and wasn’t just lifting boxes. For many years I was working in construction as a carpenter, and for a little while as a tiler.

  It would have been great for the self-esteem – I’m pretty proud of some of the carpentry projects I did – if it hadn’t been for the fact that any kind of manual labor is looked down on, even the skilled, well-paying stuff. Or at least, that’s what I thought. I felt I wasn’t good enough to get a beautiful girl with a job like that. Putting girls high upon a pedestal. I assumed beautiful girls only liked the educated and well dressed manager type of guy.

  Well, let’s face it. As a major movie fan, Hollywood wasn’t the greatest source of information on how to get an attractive girlfriend. I didn’t see many blue collar guys picking up the babes. It’s always the slick marketing executive or financial expert you’d see spending lots of money in clubs or bars. A sexy dressed babe with long luscious hair makes flirty eye contact, our handsome hero spews a few quick witted lines and not much later they end up in bed in some luxurious apartment with a great overview.

  And if you do see a blue collar guy in a movie, then he has a cool job as a bartender or surf/ dive instructor or he fixes race cars or something. I wasn’t any of those guys.

  No, I had my hopes set on being that guy who by some miracle ended up with that totally hot girl at the end of the movie. A girl who by real life standards would be a million miles out of his league. The late nineties were full of crappy rom-coms like that.

  I lost my (fifth) construction job and quit going to the gym and doing martial arts. I had wrecked my left shoulder by overtraining and overworking six days a week. It’s still an injury that comes back from time to time when I train too hard.

  No job, no money, no girl and no gym. A horrible and depressive dry spell was inevitable. I would classify myself as a “totally frustrated and cowardly mess” during that time. I would make up excuses not to chase girls or would lose all incentive to do so.

  For the next year I was unemployed, injured and sat at home; an old but spacious apartment in the city center I bought at the age of twenty-two and completely renovated by myself in the evenings and weekends for almost nine months while working a full time construction job.

  Since
I didn’t have much money and wasn’t in the mood for going out, I can’t say I remember doing much that period of time besides watching lots of movies, browsing the web to kill time and having a daily wank.

  A friend suggested me to work as a taxi driver just like him. There were no jobs available in my city at that time and thus I went to work in a nearby city where I didn’t know anything besides maybe the main street. You can imagine the trouble I got myself into by not knowing any streets at all. This was before navigation in cars and I had to use a paper map.

  My friend and I were known as the laziest cab drivers ever. While other goody two-shoe drivers were getting lots of rides, we were busy hanging out with people around the train station and drinking coffee all day. The only times I was making an effort was when I could do a ride of the meter and could pocket the money myself. I was making a fixed minimum wage so I didn’t really care if I lost the job or not.

  There were always tons of college girls around the bus and train station but since I didn’t have much game, I did nothing with all those opportunities walking by. I also felt that I wasn’t good enough for college educated girls since I had such a low income job. I did however have a one night stand with a colleague after which I tried to avoid her as much as possible since the sex was pretty bad. She however had a thing for me so that I had to use a system of scouts and phone calls to see if she was at the train station.

  I had a short relationship with a young platinum blond girl (actually a college student I met through a friend) during that time so technically I was cheating during that one night stand. The relationship only lasted four weeks anyway, more on that later in the book. Later on I met a girl during work and she became my girlfriend for the next 3.5 years.

  After a year I was pretty bored with the taxi driving and wanted more out of life. My contract had just been renewed and I stayed at home pretending to have back problems (which wasn’t a complete lie btw). I wanted to get an office job and an uncle told me about me being a professional buyer just like him. It sounded pretty good to me.