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#85394 - 03 Sep 08 06:32 Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali
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Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine alias Lawrence Bellefonte alias Captain Lawrence is a Canadian-born con-man, now living in Bali. He runs an outfit called PT Bali Affordable Lifestyles International that has been selling "villas" and real estate on that island for some years. He has ripped off a *lot* of people, not just here in Indonesia, but in the US as well. Read on:


From http://the.honoluluadvertiser.com/article/2007/Apr/16/ln/FP704160348.html

Accused swindler living it up in Bali

By Rick Daysog
Advertiser Staff Writer


Barry Bellefontaine in 1993.


“Lawrence” Bellefontaine’s photo from a real estate Web site.


Wilbert Ho and Carol Comeau weren't pleased to learn that Barry Bellefontaine, a Honolulu investment adviser who took their money and skipped town nearly 12 years ago, is now selling luxury homes in Bali, Indonesia, and serving as president of the local tennis club.

After Bellefontaine and his wife sailed off in a 50-foot-yacht in July 1995, his investment company went belly-up, owing $4.2 million to Ho, Comeau and about 90 other investors and creditors.

In the late 1980s and early 1990s, the 56-year-old native of Canada was a significant player in Hawai'i's investment community.

Through investment seminars, newspaper advertisements and his weekly radio shows, Bellefontaine's company, Asian American Corp., bought and sold rare coins and precious metals for scores of loyal customers. Many of those customers were retirees who had entrusted Bellefontaine to hold the coins they bought.

Bellefontaine once boasted that his company handled more than $40 million in business from its start-up in 1985 to its eventual shutdown in 1995. His newspaper ads also claimed that his investment advice generated average returns of 50 percent or more in less than a year.

But for investors such as Ho and Comeau, those returns were a sham.

Ho said he lost tens of thousands of dollars after he purchased more than a dozen rare silver coins from Bellefontaine, who told him he could resell the coins for double Ho's original investment. Ho said he handed over the coins to Bellefontaine, who disappeared before returning the coins or repaying him.

"I'm bitter about that investment, and I'd like to get my money back," Ho said. "I would settle for half of it."

Comeau also entrusted her money with Bellefontaine. The Downtown resident, who met Bellefontaine at one of his Waikiki investment seminars, said she initially made money on gold coins she purchased from Asian American.

But Comeau said she gave Bellefontaine a $13,000 coin for safekeeping when he disappeared.

"That was a fair amount of money for me," she said.

Since leaving Hawai'i, Bellefontaine has started a new life in Bali, where he sells real estate and goes by the name Lawrence Bellefontaine.

According to his company's Web site, Bellefontaine "sailed to Bali 10 years ago with his wife ... on their yacht" and is now one of Bali's largest real estate brokers and developers.

His company, PT Bali Affordable Lifestyles International, said its clients include several multi-millionaires, senior officials with the U.S. and Australian consulates and several hotel executives.

PT Bali's Web site also notes that Bellefontaine is a frequent speaker at investment seminars and is the president of a local tennis club that caters to foreigners in Bali.

The Web site makes no mention of Bellefontaine's past in Hawai'i, his background in rare coin investments nor of his past legal woes here.

Reached at his home in Bali, Bellefontaine declined to discuss his time in Hawai'i and the reasons he left the Islands.

He referred all questions to his attorney. Peter Howell, the lawyer who represented Bellefontaine in the past, could not be reached for comment.

"I prefer not to talk to you. The last time I talked to you guys it made a lot of problems for me," Bellefontaine said before hanging up his phone.

James DiGeorgia, editor of the Boca Raton, Fla.-based investment newsletter Gold & Energy Advisor, recalled that the collapse of Asian American Corp. was relatively big news in the rare coin industry in the early 1990s.

DiGeorgia wrote an article in September 1993 that criticized the high markups that Bellefontaine charged his customers for gold coin investments. At the time, Asian American was charging its customers $925 for half-ounce gold coins called American Eagles when the wholesale price for those coins was about $460, DiGeorgia said.

DiGeorgia said he is surprised that Bellefontaine has resurfaced and is keeping a relatively high profile in Bali after skipping out on so many of his local customers.

"Anybody doing business with this guy should know he has never stepped up to the plate. He left people hanging and never paid restitution," DiGeorgia said. "He defrauded people of millions of dollars. This was a terrible event in the numismatics industry."

Those lost millions will probably never be recovered.

Before Bellefontaine left the Islands, the state Office of Consumer Protection had filed a civil lawsuit against him in June 1995, alleging that he misled scores of customers. In August 1996, state Circuit Judge Allene Suemori ordered Bellefontaine and his firm to pay $4 million in fines to the state for misleading investors.

The Office of Consumer Protection, led by staff attorney Jeffrey Brunton, recovered about $100,000 by suing a Mainland trust company that held some of the investors' coins. But most of the $4 million judgment went uncollected because the Office of Consumer Protection later discovered that Bellefontaine did not own any real property in the U.S. that they could seize.

The FBI also began a theft investigation into Bellefontaine in 1995 but never pressed charges. The feds eventually closed the case and are unlikely to open a new case because the five-year statute of limitations for theft has already run out.

Assistant U.S. Attorney Les Osborne, who was assigned to the case, declined comment because no criminal charges were filed.

"It's really outrageous that someone can get away with something like this," said Stephen Levins, director of the Office of Consumer Protection.

"It's truly unfortunate," Levins said, "that if in fact he engaged in criminal conduct that he was able to skirt the criminal process by fleeing for parts unknown."

Reach Rick Daysog at rdaysog@honoluluadvertiser.com.
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#85397 - 03 Sep 08 06:38 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: KuKuKaChu]
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From http://www.balibs.org/news-update/Affordable-Lifestyles-International-Villas.shtml

Bali’s expatriate crooks and fraudsters; be warned buyers of villas
By Made Mephitis-Mephitis
Apr 30, 2007, 07:12


Bali Villas Bellefontaine, fraudster then and now.
Lawrence Bellefontaine presents himself as a highly respected expatriate in Bali, president of the local tennis club and who operates one of the tropical island’s largest Bali villas real estate businesses, PT Bali Affordable Lifestyles International (AKA PT Bali or rather PT B.A.L.I.). The facts are though that his real name is Barry Bellefontaine who sailed from his native Honolulu with his wife in their expensive 50-foot-yacht in July 1995 to Bali. Not un-coincidentally it seems, in June 1995 the state Office of Consumer Protection in Honolulu filed a lawsuit against him for “misleading” his customers. But Barry AKA Lawrence Bellefontaine decided to set sail with all his ill-gotten gains for Bali, Indonesia.

Just as well perhaps, as in August 1996, the state ordered Bellefontaine and his firm to pay $4 million in fines for misleading investors of his US investment company, Asian American Corp. which specialized in taking people’s money to buy rare coins, or it seems not! Previous customers of Mr. Bellefontaine claim he skipped town, did a bunk with their money and coins, which it seems was premeditated. You see, the US Office of Consumer Protection only recovered about $100,000 in coins but could not get back anywhere near the $4 million because Barry / Lawrence Bellefontaine did not have any real assets in the USA; but Mr. Bellefontaine clearly had tons of his investor’s cash on hand to finance his yacht and new luxurious lifestyle in Bali! Many of his cheated customers in the USA say they sank their life savings into what they thought was a safe and better investment than anything else on offer and with someone they could trust! Unfortunately they could not trust Bellefontaine who sailed off into the sunset not telling anyone where he was going.

Perhaps Barry or is it Lawrence has changed his ways though; we think not! Even if you get past the fact Mr. Bellefontaine clearly is still avoiding certain ex-customers and justice in the USA, he describes his company as “Honest, Reliable, Experienced, Professional Real Estate Agents with over 30 years international experience”. Yet like other nasty expatriates on Bali selling holiday homes to foreigners from his web site, ptbalirealestate dot con, claims to offer remarkable, even millionaire making invest opportunities on Freehold properties. Thing is, foreigners can not own land in Bali, only Indonesian citizens can, which can only mean Lawrence Bellefontaine is still the same old liar and cheat. Further proof of this is Bellefontaine even claims his company is 100% Indonesian owned, but how can it be when you look at their web site’s registration data, which clearly contains several falsehoods? Ptbalirealestate dot con, a clear misuse of the Indonesian registered company designation “PT” is actually registered to: Lawrence Bellefontaine lawrence@baliagents.com, Jl. Karangsari #2, Sanur, Bali with the false zip code and phone number 00000 ID / +1.9999999999. Even “better” and perhaps laughable is the admin contact for “their” other domain baliluxuryvillasales dot con, which lists the admin contact as “Captain Lawrence”; we know that the foreign expatriates in Bali are the most pretentious expats in the world, but this pirate from Hawaii really takes the salted biscuit!

However, although we would not normally jump to the defense of someone we consider to be human garbage as we do Mr. Bellefontaine, we would point out that his falsehood purveying real estate business is just as bad as it seems every other foreign owned real estate business is in Bali. We also believe many if not most of the other foreign expat owners of businesses in Bali are likely just as crooked as Bellefontaine; we have said all along Bali’s expatriate community [sic] is full of crooks evading real justice in a land where only bought “justice” exists.

It never ceases to amaze us how so many nasty expatriates in Bali go about presenting themselves as legitimate, professional, ethical businessmen while all the time they are thieves, shop keepers, sex abusers including pedophiles (yes they are, UNICEF says Bali is a foreign pedophile black spot) and “spiritual enlightenment” seekers (pot smoking la-la's). Every Bali villas real estate web site in English (what else) we have seen all have advertisements stating “Freehold land for sale” and “Luxury Villa Freehold For Sale”. Even companies claiming to be Australian owned are guilty of misleading gullible foreign “investors” enchanted by friendly Balinese smiles and the hypnotic palm trees and gamelan music, looking for their slice of paradise and perhaps a rental income in Bali. Listen up, it is all a pack of lies, do not be so naïve, do not get stung by these pompous foreign crooks.

Once someone makes an enquiry with these Balinese villas sales companies, likely after they have fallen in love with a property and believe the false concept everything in Bali is smiles and wonderful, elements of the truth start to creep out from these expatriate sales creeps in Bahama shorts. First comes the news that an Indonesian “name giver” has to own the land the villa sits on, as “technically” foreigners can not own land in Bali; “technically” indeed! Foreigners can not own land as individuals; that is the law and quite some technicality we would say! So the term “name giver” is also a subterfuge, lies, a way of making foreigners with more money than sense believe they can own something they never can; “name givers” therefore are the Indonesian people foreigners are conned into buying land for!

Now of course most foreigners interested in buying a property in Bali would not fall for that one alone and in isolation; the later being the issue, as every villa sales agent is at it and there is nowhere in Bali it seems of course to get impartial professional advice. So these pillars of expatriate society in Bali then go on to tell their victims about how they secure their rights to the villa and land by way of a nominee agreement, signed by the “name giver”, giving exclusive unencumbered rights to the land for 25 years with an automatic 25 year renewal, plus automatic title to the land if Indonesia ever changes its land ownership laws to allow foreign owners. Some sales agents tell punters that these agreements have been proven in Bali’s law courts; BS, BS, BS!

First of all just look at the sheer blatant idiocy of what Bali’s villa salesmen are saying! If an agreement can legally automatically renew after 25 years for another 25 years, why can’t they have a 50 year agreement from the start? This con is based on the “Hak Pakai” right to use permit which allows a foreigner who is resident in and contributing to the economy of Indonesia the right to have exclusive use of property for 25 years, which then can be extended for another 25 years if both the property owner and they mutually agree. But Bali’s nasty villa sales brigade are not selling “right of use”, they are selling false “freeholds”. Even if they were selling Hak Pakai agreements, foreigners would have to come live, work and pay taxes in Indonesia; we will come to that nasty aspect later. Bali’s villa agents will repudiate this by saying the latest Hak Pakai legislation (No. 7 of 1996 or RMA 7/96) was accompanied with a letter by the then Minister for Agraria stating this law should also apply to foreigners who were only in Indonesia from time-to-time; the problem is, it was only a letter, it was not and is not part of the law.

So these jumped up liars selling bits of meaningless paper have to come up with yet more subterfuges to con foreigners they are buying something they can not own; enter the nominee agreement which they claim to have been already upheld in Bali’s courts, pah! If the law does not allow you to own something, how can unlawful nominee agreements have been upheld in court? First of all this Hak Pakai RMA 7/96 letter from the then Minister for Agraria is worth as much in an Indonesian court as an empty Snickers bar wrapper; Indonesian courts regularly ignore the current President’s recent decrees, let alone some letter written by an ex-junior minister years ago. OK, maybe some bent (aren’t they all) judge in Bali took some dollars from some foreigner and made a highly dubious ruling, once, but would that ruling stand up in Indonesia’s Supreme Court in Jakarta? We don’t think so! The fact these foreign sales cronies write into their worthless unlawful bits of paper such things as “automatic renewals” and “automatic title transfer to the foreigner if ever Indonesian law allows it” makes the documents even more unlawful; because no country, especially Indonesia allows what is called retrospective law. Remember how many of the Bali bombers and their stooge Bashir got off lightly because they were tried under criminal codes that were enacted after the bombing and therefore could not be applied to the terrorists for that pre-legislation attack?

But the con by these un-convicted crooks does not end there, oh no! Part of the lure for gullible foreigners to pay thousands if not millions of dollars for worthless bits of paper is the “investment” prospect, which is just as much a falsehood of course as the villa ownership crock. People like confirmed on the run fraudster Bellefontaine make foreigners believe they can earn massive rental revenues and that their “investment” (worthless bit of paper) will grow dramatically. The problem with this apart from the obvious pre-illustrated fact that foreign investors will have nothing to sell some other poor schlep but a worthless bit of paper, is that foreigners can not legally rent their properties out to anyone, not even foreign tourists! Many think they can of course and do, therefore breaking Indonesian law by offering their personal holiday homes as commercial vacation villa rentals. Unlawful? Absolutely, unless a villa or any other type of commercial (fee accepting) accommodation has an Indonesian operational license, it is operating illegally, period.

OK, so all the foreign “owner” of a villa needs to do is get an Indonesian operational permit right? Sorry, just as it is not possible for a foreigner to own land in Bali, it is equally not possible or perhaps viable for them to get an operational license. The only way a foreigner can get an operational license for “their” villa is to form an expensive public company (not possible for single villa operations) or a foreign investment company called a Penanaman Modal Asing (PMA). But the problems there are any foreigner wanting to start a PMA must submit the company’s trading plan prior to acquiring whatever it is they will be doing (no good if you have already “bought” a villa) and that PMA’s are not allowed to own land; the later fact should warn foreigners what the courts will think about a nominee / name giver agreement! The only other option for a foreigner is to have Indonesians form a private company (PT) for “you” in which you can neither be a shareholder or a director, which can then (hopefully) get an operational license to offer rentals, and pay taxes, and administration fees, and filing fees. But then what does the foreigner own? Why they own an even more worthless piece of paper as not only is the land in an Indonesian’s name but now everything on it is in Indonesians’ names; some freehold!

Also be warned, the wealthy military connected Javanese owners of hotels across the island are not happy with all these illegal and even legal “foreign owned” villas because they are sucking their business away during a very bad time for Bali tourism wise. It is likely there will soon be no new permits available for villas in the south of Bali! Plus there are already reports of illegal villas being closed down by the authorities; Some investment Mr. Bellefontaine!

We say if you have been tricked into buying a worthless bit of paper already in Bali; a) Let us know about it and b) If there are not some Balinese you can trust totally with your investment to form a PT and get your villa legal, consider an exclusive agreement with as reputable as you can find registered villa management company who can perhaps apply for an operational license on your behalf. No, you won’t likely get a great amount of the money they charge guests staying at your home in Bali, but at least you are a lot less likely of having that home taken away from you. Although we do not recommend him per say, the most established company on the island we believe is that operated by Pieter Rieger of balivillas dot com. But even this option has a sting in the tale of course. As the foreign owner of something in Bali, you have to register with the tax authority; yes you do. The problem then comes that Indonesia claims tax on people's worldwide incomes. Oh sure, there are tax balancing agreements with other countries where you can offset your tax liability in one by proving you paid tax into another. But Indonesia has incredibly very high income tax levels, and foreigners may well be asked to pay a percentage of the money they earn working in their home country!

Therefore, our earnest advice is ff you have not yet bought your worthless bit of paper masquerading as Balinese villas, don’t; don’t buy into this fraudulently sold dream and don’t line the pockets of the nasty expatriate villa sales crooks in Bali.
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#85398 - 03 Sep 08 06:44 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: KuKuKaChu]
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From http://www.3c-ltd.com/v2/2006_sgsite/speaker_bio.html

Mr. Lawrence Bellefontaine
President, PT Bali, Affordable Lifestyles
Earning Handsome Profits in Bali While Enjoying a Home in Paradise

* How foreigners can legally purchase properties in the exciting Bali real estate market.
* How to obtain a visa that will allow foreigners long-term stays in Bali.
* Which areas of Bali offer the best investment potential and what type of properties are the most successful.
* How to enjoy a second home in Bali an earn 15% to 30% per year.

Mr. Bellafontaine is the President of one of Bali’s largest realtors & developers. Editor of weekly “Real Estate” newspaper column. Clients include the head of General Electric & Ritz Carlton S/E Asia & business people from around the globe.
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#85399 - 03 Sep 08 06:55 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: KuKuKaChu]
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Now this is interesting. this article published in The Jakarta Post written by a woman simply called "Dewi", which coincidently just happens to be the name of "Lawrence's" Balinese hatchet girl.

Bali sees increase in demand for property

The Jakarta Post , Jakarta | Fri, 03/23/2007 4:26 PM

Dewi, Contributor, Bali

Past visitors to Bali are familiar with the sight and sound of hawkers on the streets who eagerly approach tourists and ask:mister, want to buy sunglasses or fake watches?"" Now many hawkers are sayingmister, want to buy some land?""

This change in sales pitch has resulted from the dramatic increase in foreign demand for property in Bali in the last five years.

Tourists are once again arriving in droves in Bali as indicated by the high arrival figures last month.

Inevitably, a small portion of the six million annual tourists to Indonesia will in the last days of their vacation investigate purchasing a vacation home or investment villa.

Veteran Bali realtor, developer and newspaper columnist Lawrence Bellefontaine, a resident of Bali for the last 10 years, is optimistic about future demand and prices for Bali property.

He cites the fact that five years ago only a handful of foreigners took the risk of buying property in Bali due to the economic crisis in the aftermath of president Soeharto's downfall.

A three-bedroom luxury villa in those days could be had for as little as US$149,000, but now would sell for twice that.

Although prices leveled off for approximately a year following the 2002 and 2005 bombings, they have never fallen and are now beginning to increase rapidly once again.

Bellefontaine says,best future indictor for Bali real estate is the daily hits received on the Bali real estate website www.ptbalirealestate.com.

In January this year, over 37,000 interested buyers and renters from around the world checked out this website. This is a whopping 38 percent increase over January of last year.

Most of the potential clients want a piece of Bali, which has for the past five consecutive years been named the best island in the world by Travel & Leisure magazine.

Any unprejudiced observer would agree with the Balinese phrase ""Bali Bagus"" (Bali is Good).

Many readers may be ready to act on that and buy a second home or retire here.

Bellefontaine warns, however, that due to the fact that there are no licensing requirements for Bali realtors and agents, purchasing property in Bali can be a dangerous minefield of misinformation and misrepresentation.

He recommends potential buyers adopt his philosophy ofnothing and trust no one"" unless they have excellent verifiable references from sophisticated clients.


Directors of major companies such as The Ritz Carlton and General Electric have relied on Bellefontaine's advice in the past and have purchased vacation investment villas in Bali.

There is no long-term risk in buying Bali real estate.
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#85400 - 03 Sep 08 07:04 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: KuKuKaChu]
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From http://www.mail-archive.com/sos@bali-in-danger.net/msg00022.html


----- Original Message ----
From: Asana Viebeke Lengkong <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To: sos@bali-in-danger.net; [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Sent: Sunday, 15 October, 2006 10:25:29 PM
Subject: [sos-bali] BALI......

A Hindu place for ugly people?

Monaco was once called a "Sunny place for shady people." Is Bali fast becoming a "Hindu place for ugly people?"

Recent trends in advertising on the island of the gods have left local observers gob-smacked!

Lawrence Bellefontaine of PT Bali Real Estate, for example, wrote, in a paper titled Bali Benefits from Thailand's Woes for a Smart Property Conference, held in Singapore in late September 2006, that "the bombings and the coup in Thailand will benefit Bali Tourism."

"What goes around comes around," he added.

It seems a very ugly way to sell villas!

Not since the October 2002 Kuta bomb -- when a six star hotel strung a banner across the highway which read "We at the (six star hotel) are concerned about the bomb" -- have we seen such ugly opportunism.


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#85401 - 03 Sep 08 07:16 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: KuKuKaChu]
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jesus kuku --- did he stitch up one of your clients?

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#85402 - 03 Sep 08 07:30 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: Phoenix]
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Quoting: Phoenix
jesus kuku --- did he stitch up one of your clients?

very nearly. and i've had a few requests for assistance over the years from people caught up with this fellow.

nasty piece of work.
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#85407 - 03 Sep 08 10:01 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: KuKuKaChu]
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the name alone should put one off straight away...lawrence bellefontaine indeed.
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#85411 - 03 Sep 08 11:57 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: witty handle]
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#85419 - 03 Sep 08 12:13 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: Roy's Hair]
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Go Fuck yourself Kukukachu. You've been spreading slander about me for far too long and all because of one night in that Saigon titty bar. I'll see you in court buddy boy.

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#85422 - 03 Sep 08 12:16 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: L. Bellefontaine]
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what can i say? i'm trembling at the knees, lawrence ... the mere thought of being butt fucked by you again just turns me to jelly ...
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#85423 - 03 Sep 08 12:22 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: KuKuKaChu]
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Quoting: KuKuKaChu
what can i say? i'm trembling at the knees, lawrence ... the mere thought of being butt fucked by you again just turns me to jelly ...


wow!! kkkc, i never knew you were also a special one
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#85424 - 03 Sep 08 12:23 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: KuKuKaChu]
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You are not the real Harry Barry Belafonte and I claim my five pounds.
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#85482 - 03 Sep 08 20:57 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: Roy's Hair]
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Lawrence's keywords:

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#85489 - 03 Sep 08 21:54 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: KuKuKaChu]
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I notice 'ballbag' or 'shithead' aren't included. An oversight, perhaps...
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#85501 - 04 Sep 08 07:37 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: Marmalade]
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Here's the story of "Captain" "Lawrence's" experience as a yachtie .... and his rescue by the Australian Navy.

From http://www.humanpower.freeserve.co.uk/note031200a.htm

The Crossing from Bima - Sumbawa Indonesia to
Darwin Northern Territories - Australia


Richards account of the crossing from Indonesia to Australia


Andrew and I were both in a state of exhaustion after our 4 day paddling odyssey through Komodo National Park. As we dozed off into a comatose state, a sharp wrap came at our hotel door inside Hotel L'ambitu Bima. At the door were the grinning faces of Dean and Captain Lawrence. 'Hey.....you guys.....how come you're sleeping?' with an air of confidence Lawrence continued 'You must be Tim-right?', this was Lawrence's first mistake. There would be others. The sea had been flat calm from Bali through to the Eastern end of Sumbawa, and 'La Boheme' had made good time. We hadn't expected to see them until tomorrow, and so we were a little dazed by the sudden appearance of a smiling Dean and the jovial Canadian Captain of our charter yacht for Australia. Whilst Lawrence went in search of a 'Massousse' and a few beers, Dean excitedly chattered about the brushes with whales, porpoises, turtles and the comfortable, even enjoyable cruise that they had enjoyed from Bali.

'Jump on, jump on Dan for God's sake', the yacht scraped excruciatingly along the concrete jetty at Bima port. With a sharp crack, one of the rear starboard-side halyards snapped and flailed, and the rubber tender grazed the side before we lurched erratically out into the deeper water. Our captain couldn't understand why one of his crew hadn't jumped on in the confusion and rapid acceleration. Of course we knew why he hadn't got on; but somehow we didn't feel it appropriate to contradict our enthusiastic captain.

A gentle breeze whistled in from the North as we made our way around the final cape of Sumbawa. Spirits running high the team and crew were all smiles. We were being treated like customers on a luxury cruise. Incidentally, we had paid as if we were customers on a luxury cruise. Our crew of 5 scurried around looking after our every requirement. Dan, from Yeovil Somerset, and Pablo, the Scotsman with a shock of dyed blonde hair, would be our crew from here to Darwin. Avie was our cook. Petrified of what was about to unfold; we tried to reassure her that everything would be just fine. The two Indonesian crew Ketuk and Madee would come only as far as Kupang in West Timor, from where they would fly back to Bali.

Our captain, Lawrence, from British Columbia Canada, had sailed to Indonesia some 4 years previously aboard La Boheme. He was clearly keen to look after us, and was chirpy and friendly towards us. His habit of asking a question and then only listening to half the answer was a little annoying, but we let that ride. We didn't feel quite as lenient however, to his abrupt orders that were barked from the wheel. The conspicuous absence of p's and q's, somehow didn't feel right for the captain of a yacht where everyone lives in close confinement.

On the first night, sunset approached, and we were crossing the Komodo Straits, bound for the southern Cape. Pablo duly scurried off to fix us ice cold Bintangs as we waved goodbye to Sumbawa. Calm waters, great weather, amongst friends, and bound for Australia, life looked rosy. Tim organised a Human Powered celebratory game to commemorate the true culmination of 'Human Power'. Now we would attempt to sail to Darwin. This vain desire, however, lasted for just a few hours. We set the sails in the hope of catching sufficient wind to propel us on our way. Our speed barely flickered above one knot, and so the writing seemed to be on the wall. Andrew and I held a brief discussion beneath the stars on the foredeck.

After having spent such a huge amount of money on the crossing, in order that we might maintain our non-fossil fuel journey, it seems that we shall now be motoring, after just one day afloat. With more than a tinge of regret we concede that we shall have to motor; particularly bearing in mind all the recent weather forecasts for the Timor Sea that have been showing widely spaced Isobars and only the faintest wisps of wind.

Fair weather prevails all the way until Timor. Scorching sunshine beats down on the deck and the team seek out whatever shade is to be found. A couple of times we pause for open sea swimming where we all take it in turns to practise our diving; flying either from the bowsprit or directly from the side. We're visited by a couple of schools of dolphins en route and despite not being able to sail, we're quite happy. We eat well. Dan and Pablo have by now picked up the task of preparing our meals as well. Avie has been sleeping or staring in fear at the watery horizon, ever since our departure from Bima. Its quite clear that she shouldn't be out here; she's scared out of her wits and sick even from the gentle swaying motion of the boat.

The rude issuing of orders from the wheel has, by the time we approach Kupang reached serious proportions. Madee is shouting back at Lawrence; clearly not prepared to put up with the barrage of orders and lack of thanks. Dan and Pablo, are both also losing their motivation for the trip. We're concerned that they may look to jump ship in Kupang too. At that point of course we would find ourselves in a very difficult spot; four hundred and seventy miles from Darwin without a crew. Around this time it becomes clear that despite being paying customers we must look after Dan and Pablo. Without them we shan’t be going to Australia.

We slowly draw closer to Kupang. The wide circular horizon extending on all sides further than the eye can make out curves away into nothing. This bare landscape without landmarks, gives way to the approach to Kupang, and at around 5pm on the 28th November we're dropping anchor just off shore and readying ourselves for a calm night in sight of dry land.

Whilst Andrew, Tim, Rich, Lawrence, Dan and Pablo make for the bright lights of Kupang's restaurants, Dean and I opt for a quiet night being cooked for by Avie. Strips of deep fried chicken and fried potatoes with lashings of ketchup make for a tasty meal, and we're turning in early hoping to get a good night's sleep. The next morning it turns out that none of the team have returned to the boat. Trying to contain our anxiety we put it down to maybe a few beers and then a contingency plan of staying in one of the town's small hotels. On arrival back it turns out that the real story is a little less benign. On their return to La Boheme, the guys walked past some police who asked to see their passports. On not being able to produce them, a trigger happy officer decided to fire off a couple of rounds from his pistol. The guys are a little shaken but otherwise quite fine. Tim takes some time to contemplate last night's events, and sits quietly for a couple of hours with furrowed brow. After breakfast, we head back into the town to provision, and to send a quick note home. Rich S gets the hardest of the jobs, and is packed off with Lawrence to get us stamped out from Indonesia. This is the reason, that in spite of our intentions never to get close to Timor, we find ourselves overnighting here.

Kupang seems to be functioning perfectly normally. The town is bustling and busy, and the locals seem to be in pretty good spirits. We chat to an Indonesian employee of the UN, and try to get a snapshot of the current climate here. Elya tells us that the big issue here in Indonesian Timor is the continual flow of refugees from recently independent East Timor. Apart from this, she says everything is quite normal. Its difficult to put one's finger on it, but there is a kind of hollow feeling to the place. The normal Indonesian shouting and laughing is somewhat subdued. We don't hang around here for too long. We get food and drinks and then we're back aboard the boat ready to leave.

'Rough water ahead', at the bow position I shout out to Lawrence. Ominous white caps are breaking not far away, and it looks as if a reef is below the surface causing the disturbance in the water. Images of our 51ft ketch run aground on a reef race through my mind. In a panic Laurence spins the wheel violently. The yacht lurches suddenly as we enter the rough water. 'We're on a reef', colour drains in an instant from his face, and we all look at each other. Seconds later the depth sounder is reporting two hundred feet of water. In the confusion the swell is hitting us from all sides. Dean shouts that she definitely doesn't want to be here. With an almighty gush, a heavy rolling wave swamps the aft deck. Soaking all of us, and catching us all unawares, our hearts are in our mouths. The boat tips and rolls nauseatingly. Our grips tighten on the railings around our seats. We hope they'll hold fast. We all slide one way and the next in time, but a little too stteply to be laughing. As the water flattens and we leave the violent chop behind, Laurence begins laughing. 'You know that's quite normal', he puffs proudly. 'Three sets of current are coming together just at the tip of that headland, and boom!' he gestures with his hands rising up to the sky. It is intended that we should believe that Laurence was quite ready for the rough water. Somehow I can't help but wonder why he took us straight through the middle of it, and why he thought it was a reef. Our confidence in our captain has taken a knock.

Evening approaches, and after a brief respite the sea roughens once more. The wind picks up a notch and we motor on into a choppy stormy night. We make do with a makeshift meal from the galley. Avie is now firmly planted in a horizontal position; eyes tightly shut and praying for deliverance. Dan and Pablo stagger around and make us some fried chicken and baked potatoes. In the darkness the yacht continues to wander back and forth. With no horizon to fix my eyes upon my head swims. Our motion is something like a roller coaster ride with the lights off. Just the phosphorescent wash off the bow as we crash into successive waves shows that we are rolling back and forth, up and down, in and out of the sea. I stuff down my food as quickly as I can and head down below. It seems that in the horizontal position with eyes closed I can avoid sea sickness quite effectively. Nadine, my fiancee grips my hand tightly, and whispers 'Get me out of here Rich'. The swell washes up and over the portholes. Adrift from the Australian mainland by still a full three and a half days at best, I know that we're going to have to be brave. I also suspect that I'll be lying if I say that its going to get better. We enter stormier conditions overnight, and Dan, Pablo and Lawrence take their watches through the darkness. We can feel the bow rearing up and then crashing down. I try to imagine what kind of animal would move as we are, with this strange lolloping gait. My confused mind reasons that we're galloping like some kind of lame horse. Shortly afterwards I slip into a fitful slumber. From our first night it takes us a further eighty four hours to reach the shallowing waters of the Northern Territories Australia. Time becomes rather confused, and nights and days become one. We take turns to take the helm, and we edge towards Australia.Overnight thunder, lightning and rain lash the decks and the winds whip up sickening swells. From our tiny circular portholes we watch brightly silhouetted lavender tinted clouds splashed with brilliant light by fantastic electrical storms. We also watch spellbound, on a clear night as we cross beneath the patchwork of Southern Hemisphere constellations. The mast cuts the sky like a blade and we hold course by selecting a notable star on our bearing and heading for hour after darkness hour in that direction.

On day three we awake to discover that overnight the wind and waves have been fighting us hard for the last ten hours. Our progress has dwindled from our usual 5 to 6 nautical miles per hour down to a grinding three. On the GPS we watch with growing concern as our estimated time of arrival climbs again to almost 2 more days. It seems to have been hovering at 2 days for the last 2 days. Our thoughts stretch out to Australia as we creep forwards. At first I had been prepared to write off the minor weather disturbances as rain showers. My barometer shows steady high pressure - so no cause for alarm. Now, however, with the wind freshening, the 3 to 4 metre swell looking pretty set, and our forward speed not much better than a slow moving tortoise, I am truly becoming concerned. Its around now that we all begin to realise the power and danger of the sea. The feeling of being so far from help and from safety. The feeling that the weather has easily within its potential to overwhelm our tiny craft, and crush us in its awesome power. We all would like some good news and some help. Contrarily, Laurence announces that we don't actually have enough fuel to reach Darwin. So to add to our concerns of the weather, we also now juggle with the thought that when we do come within range of the coast, we may find ourselves without enough fuel to negociate any reefs or waterborne hazards that we may encounter. There seems to be only one sensible course of action with a shortage of diesel.

Two of our sails however are torn. We have a broken shackle on the jib. Our captain seems very reticent to hoist the sails. Indeed, even in calmer seas, when any true sailor would have felt ashamed to have been motoring, when any true sailor would have leapt at the chance of the peace and tranquillity of drifting under sail; even at a reduced speed, our captain would not be drawn into hoisting his main. Our captain it had become clear, was not a sailing man. When finally we did manage to get agreement on proceeding under sail power, we were unable to make good progress upwind. With the wind whistling in directly from Darwin we could at best make a course of approximately 140 degrees. During this time our captain spent his time making more accurate time calculating exactly how much fuel we had in our tanks.

We continued motoring just a few hours later. Making now for the nearest point of the Northern Territories. Although the weather had been fine and pleasant in the middle of the day, the wind, clouds and rain were not far away. The afternoon wore on and the conditions deteriorated. The boat shuddered and shook on each mighty crashing wave that we broached. The tinkle of glasses, and the horrible mess of food spilling out of the refrigerator, and the dripping of water through the hatches and down into the cabins, all combine to make a nasty mess down below. By now we have damp beds, damp clothes, sticky patches of congealed food behind the fire extinguisher in the corner, and difficulty in staying on the toilet as the boat rolls uncontrollably. The GPS continues to say that we are 2 days away from land - even late on in the afternoon. Just as we are all beginning to wonder what unexpected and nasty turn the adventure is going to take next, a crackle of interference and a loud broad accented Australian voice echos around the galley. Coastwatch, the Australian Airforce patrol who sweeps the enormous Northern coast, has a visual contact with us and has contacted us on channel sixteen the international emergency and distress channel. Laurence clambers downstairs to respond. The heavily falling rain and water from his waterproofs drenches the floor as he staggers across to the radio, bracing himself against the wildly rocking boat.

'La Boheme - La Boheme, this is Australian Coastwatch, do you copy?' is followed by a few magical words 'La Boheme - La Boheme - .....we have a Navy Patrol Boat in your vicinity and we shall be asking the H.M.A.S. Lawn-sess-ton to come within radio contact of yourselves in order to look at offering assistance'. Our situation had not changed dramatically during those few moments. The boat continued to crash against the relentless waves, and the messy carnage down below continued unabated. And yet from being alone in this frightening situation, we now had a friend, a crew of competent seamen to assist us if we hit serious difficulties. An hour passes in minutes and through the mist and rain we make out the dark green and grey of Launceston powering through the waves.

' La Boheme - La Boheme - this is HMAS Laun-sess-ton - are you receiving - over?'. Launceston directs us towards the nearest landfall, and advises us that there is nothing immediately that they can do for us. Of course at the moment we have no immediate danger. But we all, that is except for our captain, are aware that things are deteriorating, and that without too much imagination we shall find ourselves in an altogether more serious situation. Night encloses us once more, and Launceston departs, satisfied that today there is nothing more that she can do for us. Dean and Avi are both taking shelter below as the four in our team, Laurence and his two crew huddle together on deck. It is quite clear now that we are rapidly approaching an emergency situation. We are all as the saying goes 'In The Same Boat' and therefore we agree that each one of us will do what we can to get us through the situation. Now we must all pull for each other. The dividing line of customers and crew must be scrubbed if we are to get through this spot. Andrew and Tim within a few minutes of each other bring their dinners back up, vomiting overboard into the wind. In our cabin, Dean is sobbing into her pillow, nervously chattering about wanting to be at home. In a fit of rage she flies at me and vents her anger and helplessness, thumping me as hard as her fists will allow 'Get me out of here', she bawls. All our worst nightmares are rapidly coming true.

Another stormy night ensues. The conditions seem to be getting worse as time unfolds. In the darkness we feel the bow rising high in the air over each successive wave. We then sail through the air as the wave passes beneath us, and then we rejoin the sea with a crash as we hit the next wave. The shudder that jolts the hull at each crash is enough to make one fear for our immediate safety. Overnight we hear boxes and water bottles work themselves loose and roll and rattle their way around the cabin. We try to ignore, and continue saying our prayers.

Day breaks, and I go above decks and offer my assistance to Lawrence. 'You don't want to be up here', unfortunately for our captain there are no prizes for stating the obvious. Over the last few days Lawrence has had not much more than a few hours sleep, and I wonder whether his judgement is sound. Its just a few minutes later and the boat is taking blows from every angle. Each one feels strong enough to be the boat's last. We teeter at precarious angles and the crew and our team hang on for dear life. After a particularly loud crack I hear Laurence shouting for help. Clambering up on to the deck I find that all hell has broken loose. The wind has strengthened, and breaking waves surround us. The deck is awash from breaking waves, the sun awning is mainly blown off, and Laurence is clinging grimly to his deck mounted compass. As a wave washed across, the compass was broken from its mountings and before it fell overboard Laurence grabbed it. After stowing the compass we attempt to tie down the dangerously flailing metal poles of the awning. The sea has become wild, and the crests of the waves are being whipped off by the howling gale. Unbeknown to us at the time we are flirting with the outskirts of Cyclone Sam; Australia's first of the season.

Our speed has dropped further still, and although early in the day, amongst the maelstrom that is threatening to swallow us, we are just 25 nautical miles from shore. We sway and rock and at the helm, Dan does his level best to keep us at an angle to the worst of the waves. We all know that the storm is worsening and that Darwin is slipping away from us. Our fuel supplies dwindling, making painfully slow headway, and now without a compass I feel deeply uneasy at the situation. How are we going to reach a satisfactory situation. This view is compounded an hour and a half later when we inspect the GPS once more. Our distance to shore now.....twenty six point nine nautical miles. We're drifting away from Australia and from safety. Laurence is trying to navigate using only his GPS. At these slow speeds and veering erratically on the motion of the powerful waves the computer can't work out which direction we're heading in. I rack my brains for a compass. We must have one somewhere. Laurence certainly doesn't have a back up. We sent our handheld Silva one back home a few weeks earlier, having not used it. And then I remember the one that Nickers had given me back in Thailand - mounted on my handlebars, complete with bell.

'Pablo have you got a Phillips screwdriver', it doesn't really seem like the time to be fiddling around with bike maintenance, but its clear that we need a better indication of which direction to head in. Its far from perfect - but at least it gives us a chance.

'La Boheme - La Boheme - this is Coastal Watch - do you copy over?' a cry of delight goes up as the plane comes over 23 hours later than we had last heard them. A discussion ensues between Laurence and the radio operator over whether we are in distress, and whether we need immediate assistance. The plane will only be overhead for a short while, and we have a finite window where we can talk to them. After that we shall be back on our own. Whilst Laurence is on deck, out of earshot, we take the opportunity to explain that our situatio0n is indeed serious and we shall be requiring assistance as soon as it can reach us. Just before they go out of range, we hear Coastwatch calling Lauceston back once again to assist us.

'La Boheme - La Boheme this is Laun-sess-ton. We would like you to proceed on a bearing of one hundred and ten degrees. This will bring you into the sheltered anchorage of Dundee beach. There we expect the swell to settle out sufficiently to be able to launch our rib.' More cries of relief, and more tears. Dean is adamant by this point that she will be getting off La Boheme today. There won't be many more discussions on that subject. 'We intend to bring you more fuel and something warm to eat - over'. As we continue to fight our way through the still uncomfortable swells we are flanked by the reassuring bulk of Launceston. Every now and again we refresh radio contact with them, trying to give more information about our situation without wanting to overload the Captain with unnecessary details. The rain comes and goes and from time to time we lose visual contact with Launceston. A mist encircles us briefly but surely as we draw closer to land, the sea begins to settle. We attempt to muster some enthusiasm for our sighting of land and our first Australian vista, but in our drained condition its about all we can manage just to get up on deck and have a look. Some 4 miles off the shore line we finally get the nod from the Captain of HMAS Launceston. 'La Boheme La Boheme - this is HMAS Launsesston - ah yes....we shall not be able to proceed any further in to shore. If you can drop you forwards speed please. We shall be launching the rib and sending our guys over to you shortly, over'. The tiny rubber, partially stiffened inflatable dinghy zips across the tops of the waves as daylight begins to falter. Without any fuss or excitement, the four man crew manoeuvre alongside, and within moments they are aboard and charging the fuel tanks with diesel. Without discussion, the commands are shouted out clearly and unequivocally by X.O. Paul McCarthy, and his three crew immediately jump into action. Officer McCarthy explains that the navy has many other operational commitments to fulfill as well as assisting ailing pleasure craft. It is not normal procedure to take civilians aboard Patrol Boats unless the situation is a risk to life. He drops below whilst the fuel and food is being loaded aboard and talks with Dean who is going through every sort of emotion; unsure of whether she will be aboard for another night, being taken to the Launceston, or quite what is happening. After a brief radio discussion it is confirmed that Nadine and one other will go aboard Launceston and the remainder will head for shelter in shallower waters close to shore where the sea should be even more settled. After a few moments of discussion with Andrew, Tim and Rich, all of whom are also seriously shaken by the situation, it is agreed that I will leave with Dean. Dean, Freddo and Shuey pull the oldest trick in the book as we hop down into the rib. 'Aw, you've done the hardest bit ay! Getting up on to Launsesston - that's a piece of cake!'. We run before the waves in the grip of darkness, adrenaline pumping and a sheepish smile returning to Dean's face. In the half light we can just about see the moving horizon of the black waves rising to meet the ashen sky. Fully illuminated with navigation lights, Launceston is bathed in a deep red haze radiating from doors and windows. The decks are bustling with crew going about their business, whilst also trying to get a look at the 'Pommies' who have just been plucked from the yacht. Alongside we scramble up on to a rope ladder. The swell moves rythmically, the rib rising in steps up the sheer steel hull of Launceston. At the top of the third rise Shuey shouts 'Go - go' to Dean who steps up and is plucked from the rib by two strong arms who launch her up on to the main deck.

Unable to believe quite what has happened the two of us smile, a deep smile of relief. And then we think of the guys still on board La Boheme. 'Ow ya travellin now then choppa?' a friendly face gives us a wink, not expecting a reply. He doesn't get one. It takes me until I'm halfway down the corridor until I can figure out quite what he's said to me. Max the 'cheffo' cooks us up the most miraculous baked beans, tomato soup, chicken kebab combo that we have every tasted. His sarcastic drawl disguises what seems to be a concern for the two of us. He makes sure we're fed and watered and settled in for our night's sleep. Before we turn in though we get to meet the face behind the voice on the radio; the Captain of HMAS Launceston; Ken. We spend just a few moments thanking him and shaking his hand several times over. We hope he gets the message; we're truly grateful to the whole crew of Launceston. The two of us sleep soundly, despite the lumbering crashing reverberations as the Patrol Boat makes its way back up and around the North Coast.

In the morning we wake refreshed and find despite a fresh wind, and continuing whitecaps as far as the eye can see, the day has dawned sunny. Following breakfast of fresh fruit, milk tea and the legendary Ozzie vegemite on toast we make our way up to the flying bridge to watch our entry into Darwin Port. We watch the weather report come out of the laser printer. The ship's navigator points out the two tropical depressions that are on the point of becoming cyclones. Our route traces a neat line between the two; small wonder we have had such an ordeal! Back down in the junior officers mess we're surrounded by the crew who grill us both on how we came to be here, and also the standard of English Cricket. Now this is what we had been looking forward to, the Ozzies, the people with whom we share so much, and yet who are on the opposite side of the world to us, and who can't stop beating us at Cricket!

Epilogue

As we came alongside in Northern Command Naval Base Darwin, the customs officers were ready for us. As we explained how we had come to be entering Australia in such an unconventional way, the two officers looked at each other. 'A 51ft ketch, on Dundee Beach.....it went down last night'. In the pit of our stomachs Dean and I both felt dreadfully ill. Like a hard punch to the stomach, our wind was taken from us. As we sat together wondering what on earth had happened the next piece of news filtered through that all seven on board were safe and well. We couldn't help but wonder though quite what disaster had unfolded back there to mean that the boat had sunk.

Probably looking somewhat punch-drunk, Dean and I were taken under the wing of one Captain David Bergman of the Northern Command Army. Brought back to his house we sat, and we sat, not really able to gather our thoughts properly. We looked at our one bag and the handful of belongings that had come ashore safely with us. 3 Hindi Pop CD's, Dean's make up, a reading book, and a few grubby clothes. We sat and looked at each other in our Navy Boilersuits. Now what would we do?
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#85503 - 04 Sep 08 07:45 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: KuKuKaChu]
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Something tells me that you really dont like this guy....
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#85504 - 04 Sep 08 07:47 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: Dilli]
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make up your own mind. wink i'm just cutting and pasting ...
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#85507 - 04 Sep 08 08:21 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: KuKuKaChu]
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news clipping from Darwin newspaper about "Captain" "Lawrence's" ill-fated journey to north Australia:

http://www.humanpower.freeserve.co.uk/darwin%20press.htm
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#85508 - 04 Sep 08 09:35 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: KuKuKaChu]
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tl;dr
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#85529 - 04 Sep 08 11:55 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: Vulgarian]
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One of the underlying themes in the stories above is greed. Who the fuck buys silver coins and expects a 100 percent return on investment in a year. A fool and his money ...
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#86834 - 30 Sep 08 23:18 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: Piss Salon]
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gramaticly correcy smile Piss Solan
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#89705 - 18 Nov 08 16:10 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: JakartaLinks]
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another "get rich scheme" busted in Colombia.
http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5gOl1IC_1tIR4nxQ0hN_S2cUkAJRA

Unfortunately took advantage of the poor!
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#89799 - 20 Nov 08 05:41 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: AlvinHosanna]
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ew.. what an ugly guy /throwup
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#89817 - 20 Nov 08 07:39 Re: Barry "Lawrence" Bellefontaine: Bule Crook living in Bali [Re: AlvinHosanna]
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Quoting: AlvinHosanna

Unfortunately took advantage of the poor!


Cant be that poor, one guy invested $8,700
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