I didn’t know what had happened, I have no memory after the initial crash and it wasn’t until a bunch of Indonesians lifted the bike of me that I started breathing. They also tried to charge me for the help, stole my wallet, my camera and my dinner, but hey, at least they pulled the motorbike off me. This incident taught me that I was stupid to ride when drunk but one event shocked me to the core and stopped my drink-driving in its tracks.
Phil was a heavy drinker and a rat-bag, but he was always ready with a smile and he was always respectful to the locals. He also had a great deal of friends and this was revealed by the turn-out for his wake and the very real tears they shed at his passing.
Phil and I were drinking at a pub on Legian Street on the night of the accident, we were both drunk but it wasn’t long after my first accident and I was wary of driving too drunk. I told Phil that I was going home and I suggested he do the same. Phil decided to stay for one more beer and the next afternoon I received the phone call from Phil’s best friend. “Mal, I don’t know how to tell you this but Phil is dead. He died in a motorbike accident last night. We’re all meeting at the bar if you want to come down.” Strangely, I happened to be sitting in the very same pub only in a corner. I was entertaining a group of family and I’d seen a few people I knew at the front bar but had avoided them as I didn’t want to mix the groups.
The news fairly rocked me, there was something terrible about the guy I had spent time with the night before dying the next day. I could still remember what we’d talked about, the jokes we had made and the laughter we had shared. I made my excuses to my family and went to join the solemn group at the front bar.
It was an incredibly sad occasion. Five or six blokes sat in silence and nobody was sure what they should say. “He was a good bloke,” came up quite regularly and punctuated the silence.
The story of Phil’s accident and what had happened took a little time to come out, there were few witnesses but things were eventually pieced together.
Phil stayed for a few more drinks after I left the bar; he apparently switched from beer to Scotch for some reason and stumbled from the bar at about one in the morning. Phil lived close to Nusa Dua, a long way from Kuta and about a thirty-minute ride away from the pub where we’d drank in together. Phil drove on the bypass and because it was late at night and there was little traffic he would have been riding at a good speed. He drove the roundabout on the bypass—close to the big statue that connects Kuta, Sanur, Seminyak and Nusa Dua—and a taxi must have got a call at the same time and pulled out in front of him.
Phil took the taxi on its side. He broke an arm and a leg in the initial collision and the taxi was left with dents in its rear corner and driver’s door. Phil ricocheted off the taxi and across the lane, lost control of the motorbike, came off and slammed into the road. Phil would have lived—albeit badly injured—bar one thing: he wore a cheap motorbike helmet and a tiny piece of plastic from the visor broke off and lodged itself in his head. But this wasn’t the end of the story.
The taxi driver who collided with Phil picked him up from the road, placed him in the back of his taxi and made his way to the nearest hospital. Phil was still conscious and his faculties were intact enough to make a phone call to his best friend from the taxi.
The friend didn’t answer his phone, it was one forty-five in the morning and he had it switched to silent. When the taxi arrived at the international hospital Phil was unconscious. Had he remained conscious, he may have been able to plead his case or make some kind or promissory gesture. The hospital staff asked for cash or some kind of credit card before they would treat Phil but his wallet contained just Rp10,000 and the hospital staff turned him away.
The taxi driver didn’t stop there. He made his way to another international hospital and tried to get them to admit Phil. Unfortunately they too turned him away because he lacked cash or credit cards. The driver was left with little choice. He knew Phil needed urgent medical care so he drove Phil to Sanglah Public Hospital in Denpasar, a thirty minute journey. The driver took it slow so he didn’t cause Phil further damage.
They arrived at the public hospital at about four in the morning and the staff did all they could to save his life but Phil died at 6 am.
Ever since Phil’s death I have travelled around Bali with at least a few cards in my wallet and I always try and hold some cash. I have a Visa card linked to an account that contains only sixty dollars. It doesn’t matter, this card could save my life as it shows that I have money available. I would recommend this to any person that wants to ride a motorbike in Bali. I would also like to remind all people that the helmets available are not made to international standards; they are in fact worthless replicas.
This book is dedicated to Phil.
About The Author
Offered the chance to work in Bali as a marketing manager for a development company, Australian Malcolm Scott had no idea that he would be surrounded by prostitutes, drug peddlers, drunk tourists and even more intoxicated expats. He quickly hired Balinese gang members as security only to later hire new security to protect himself from his own security. Scott’s moral compass soon spiraled out of control and he became that which he most despised: a full-blown Bali expat.
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Jakarta Undercover
MOAMMAR EMKA
Prowling the seedy red-light districts, the underground club circuit and the house parties of wealthy Indonesian society, Moammar Emka offers a unique glimpse into the underbelly of modern, urban Jakarta.
Jakarta Undercover features:
• sex-for-sale in chauffeur-driven SUVs
• sashimi sex
• desperate housewives
• scissorless barbershops
• nude casinos
and many other bizarre offerings of the flesh.
When it comes to providing unlimited sexual services, Jakarta—the world’s fourth largest city, and the capital of the world’s largest Muslim country—never seems to run out of sexual gasoline.
This is the book that took Indonesia by storm. Moammar Emka is the male equivalent of Carrie Bradshaw; this is “Sex and the City” Indonesian-style!
Over 300,000 copies sold in Indonesia!
Jakarta Undercover II
MOAMMAR EMKA
After the enormous success of Jakarta Undercover, Moammar Emka is back with more on the seedy nightlife and underground sex servics of modern, hip Jakarta. Delving deep into the city’s karaoke clubs, massage parlours and transit hotels, the author takes it upon himself to experience first-hand the tasty delights on offer and what exactly they involve.
What is a cat-bath massage? Who are the Mickey Mouse girls? How much does an all-night gigolo really cost? How popular is the after-lunch hand-roll service?
From swingers parties to midnight lesbian packages, Jakarta seems to have it all when it comes to sexual services. And if you thought the first book was explosive, Jakarta Undercover II will leave your imagination running wild.
Indonesia’s bestselling series—over half a million copies sold!
Island Of Demons
NIGEL BARLEY
Many men dream of running away to a tropical island and living surrounded by beauty and exotic exuberance. Walter Spies did more than dream. He actually did it.
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p; In the 1920s and 30s, Walter Spies — ethnographer, choreographer, film maker, natural historian and painter — transformed the perception of Bali from that of a remote island to become the site for Western fantasies about Paradise and it underwent an influx of foreign visitors. The rich and famous flocked to Spies’ house in Ubud and his life and work forged a link between serious academics and the visionaries from the Golden Age of Hollywood. Charlie Chaplin, Noel Coward, Miguel Covarrubias, Vicki Baum, Barbara Hutton and many others sought to experience the vision Spies offered while Margaret Mead and Gregory Bateson, the foremost anthropologists of their day, attempted to capture the secret of this tantalizing and enigmatic culture.
Island of Demons is a fascinating historical novel, mixing anthropology, the history of ideas and humour. It offers a unique insight into that complex and multi-hued world that was so soon to be swept away, exploring both its ideas and the larger than life characters that inhabited it.
Escape
The true story of the only Westerner ever to break out of Thailand’s
Bangkok Hilton
DAVID MCMILLAN
Klong Prem prison, Thailand. The “Bangkok Hilton”, where 600 foreigners among the 12,000 inmates of this walled prison city also wait and rot. Among the tragic, ruthless and forgotten, one man resolves to do what no other has done: escape. This is the true story of drug smuggler David McMillan’s perilous break-out from Asia’s most notorious prison.
“Breathtaking stuff” News of the World, UK
“Gripping” Zoo Weekly, UK
“Drug trafficker David McMillan … spent two years plotting his escape from a Bangkok jail” BBC, UK
“The jailbreak was straight out of a movie” The Age, Australia
“This is one of the world’s most notorious—and remarkable—heroin traffickers: Melbourne man David McMillan. Despite still being on the run, McMillan has written a book, Escape, about … his amazing breakout in Bangkok” The Australian
Escaps: The Past
‘Living Fast’ Redefined As Bangkok Hilton Escapee David Mcmillan Opens His Past As A Teenage Drug-Trafficker
DAVID MCMILLAN
In this gripping prequel to ‘Escape: The true story of the only Westerner ever to break out of Thailand’s Bangkok Hilton’, drug smuggler-turned-bestselling author David McMillan tells it from the beginning. Throwing away an expensive education as a teenager then a promising executive career, McMillan hits rock bottom only to shake off the dust from the dirt-floor warehouse that was his home to make his first million dealing drugs before he turned 21.
McMillan details his incredible plans to smuggle two tonnes of marijuana from northern Thailand by Learjet, befriend drug-dealing pimps in fishbowl brothels in Bangkok, rig cockfights in Manila with disgraced British peer Lord Moynihan and even transport liquid heroin in a transparent glass statue. Learn the tricks of the smuggling trade as McMillan arms himself and his teams of couriers with dozens of passports and custom-built machines that frustrate border guards for years.
Success for McMillan comes at a heavy price as he builds up smuggling rings around the world only to see them repeatedly destroyed. While this true survivor overcomes prison time in half a dozen countries on four continents, the true cost is the lives of almost everyone he holds close.
Soon enough the highlife of cash millions, glitzy apartments and commuting by Concorde is shattered as the law catches up with the urban-cool trafficker in Australia. Despite eleven years jail, and release under heavy surveillance, McMillan returns to the only world he knows: the smuggler’s trail. Ahead lie shiploads of marijuana from Colombia, the opium fields of Afghanistan and death row in both Karachi and Bangkok.
Copyright
First published in print in 2012 by Monsoon Books
This electronic edition first published in 2012 by Monsoon Books
ISBN (paperback): 978-981-4358-71-2
ISBN (ebook): 978-981-4358-72-9
Copyright©Malcolm Scott, 2012
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