Soi Cowboy is still well worth paying a few visits to, especially the smaller bars during the afternoon, one can have quite a bit of fun at a reasonable price. But even here it is recommendable to keep one’s eyes open or they will manage to get you to buy them one drink after another and I am talking about loads of drinks; but not in all of the bars. Then again, on the other hand, is that not what we are awaiting? Many of the bars have short-time rooms; even in the bars one can do “this, that and the other”. Don’t expect too much here in the bars, regards from the lads with brown shirts. Not that the police are present at all, one doesn’t hear or see anything of them. However, the bar owners are still “afraid” of them with fines and at worst the closing down of the bar being threatened.
 

The Soi Cowboy is down the Sukhumvit Rd. 23, “ASOKE” BTS Station, one further along as the „NANA“. Just down the steps and across the crossroads.

If one crosses the road in Rio, or in Fortaleza, or maybe anywhere in Brazil, they always attract ones attention, the bundas or sexy asses. The 10er. The super figures that could make it straight away as the title picture in any fashion magazine. On average, one falls in love every 50 to 100 metres, an unbelievable strike rate, and when after a few days, one comes to ones senses and compares things with Germany or anywhere in Europe; one becomes very aware of this.

God is a Brazilian. In this country, one probably meets a woman who really catches ones eye maybe every few days – but not just that, one even has a good chance of getting to know them, in any case if one lives or works here, or at least speaks a bit of the lingo. For amazed sex tourists like me who can’t speak a word of the lingo and just walk around with gob and eyes wide open, there are still the whores, and theses are just as good. I don’t need to lose a word about the accressability of the bitches in this country.

There is a sentence: If you wolf-whistle a woman in your country, you will probably end up with a slap round the face. In Brazil, you will get one if you don’t wolf-whistle… Of course, that is a little exaggerated, but in general, it is a little like that: The girls are proud if they please the men, and enjoy the effect they have on us. At home, they get all tarted up, and if one then happens looks at them, they pull their skirts down and look at one as if one is a sex offender, well, that’s what happens to me anyway.

Brazil and the women – part II

If one crosses the road in Rio, or in Foraleza, or, maybe in any part of Brazil, they are hard not to notice, the fat arses, floppy tits, flabby guts. Of course, there are the super women as described earlier on in the report, and enough of them as well. But after a time, when one has gathered ones senses, one starts to take a look at the others, and they are, as around the rest of the world, average or even ugly.

Brazil has it’s own fashion, girls trousers are tighter than tight, the minis shorter than short, it doesn’t matter whether the 40 year old black housewife’s backside seems to be like a barrel, or the legs look a couple of tree trunks. The gut must always be uncovered, even if it looks like three rubber rings placed on top of each other, the Brazilian women don’t give a monkeys. If ones got it, then ones got it, and if one has, then it is shown, no ifs and buts. I find that attitude ok!!!

How much do you have to pay for the chicks in and around Mombasa?

ST (Short time):  500 – 1000

LT (Long time): 1000 – 1500

Of course it’s quite normal for the girls to try and get as much out of one as they possibly can, but don’t pay more! They will still be satisfied with the normal price. Sure, all over in all countries it’s just the same: Not to pay too much so as not to ruin the prices (BTW the same applies to the service). But in Kenya this has another component, and this was new to me. There is the danger of some people due to a certain lustfulness, being ripped right off. All of a sudden the police are standing at the door and happen to find a “massage stick”, revealing photos, some porno material, at the worst drugs are planted that are promptly “found” just by coincidence. Reports from Kenya specialists (travel there very often), which are believable, that things like that do happen, such stories have come to my ears very often.

This means, that people like me who treat the girls like the own girlfriend, are at great danger. I have always allowed the girls to order something to eat, and so long that one of them was good for me, she was always allowed to drink as well, I let them drink what they wanted and as much as they liked. When I’m out for the evening, I don’t worry about 20 Euros or so. There could be people, the girls themselves, or their black boyfriends (yes, they all have one, no false illusions), or maybe an uncle with the police, who think that it’s about time that they earned a bit more cash, and that a rich Muzungu could fork out a months wages. Just for this reason, play cheap, it’s healthier. I didn’t want to believe it at first; I’ll gladly pass on my experience to you. See the chapter concerning this (“Snares”).

Just get back to the prices again. It seems better to agree on a price beforehand, if not, the next morning one could be confronted with unreasonable wage demands. So, agree upon a price and within this price range, and then nothing can happen. I myself have ignored this rule a few times, preferred to pay 500 more or too much than getting mixed up in a load of stress. The girls are all sweet, but the Kenyan whore’s temperament is very full of spirit, which does have its advantages at times, but not when they are all worked up about a disagreement regarding the payment.

By the way: ST is absolutely unusual, the girls are happy to have hooked a Muzungu. They cannot keep chopping and changing as in Pattaya, there are just not enough white men running about here. Another reason why they like to stay for the whole night or if possible even longer is because they are glad to get out of their usual dirty environment, those who have seen where most of them live will know exactly what I mean. A little more information on this topic later on.

Christine I met in Nakumatt whilst out shopping, I saw her in the telephone shop. She helped met to activate my units – and we exchanged telephone numbers. What I now describe is a perfect example of how NOT to go about things… The evening was pretty expensive with only about average fun. Believe it or not, It cost me 20,000 KSH (around about 230 Euros), although myself I only gave her a 1000. It all started off quite harmlessly: I asked her if she would like to go out for a meal with me, “yes of course” she said, I also asked her if she knew of a nice little restaurant that we could visit, something typical Kenyan, she knew of a place. She asked me if I would like to eat fish, sure, we’re at the seaside, and what’s better than a nice plate of fried fish… The restaurant was quite a way off so we had to travel by taxi to get there, and because it was so much out of the way we hired the taxi for the complete evening (meaning the whole night). Ok I’m not a miser. So off we went. I thought she was going to show me a small romantic dreamy restaurant where only the locals go, WRONG: It was more than likely the most expensive restaurant in the whole area, there were only tourists sitting there, some alone but most of them as couples. Apart from the waitresses, she was the only black person there. Well! We went in anyway; the waiter asked “how many persons”, I lead the way as things are done, Table right next to the water.

The chins of the others simply hit the deck. A dirty sex tourist has the impertinence to come here dragging his black whore along with him to this first class – “we want to be amongst ourselves in this very expensive” – restaurant!!! Should be ashamed of himself. The food: average, she had something baked over with cheese (fish of course), You can get things like this at home in the Nordsee fish restaurant down the main street for €9,90. Should I back down? Lets go the whole hog, I ordered a bottle of good French wine, all pearls to her, but she enjoyed it all the same… The atmosphere was more than “cool” very impersonal; the bill was extremely “fat”. Good job I’ve always got a bit of cash on me.

OK, off we went with a taxi, I wanted to take a look at the MAMBA disco, it’s a bit out of the way, out Nyali beach way. Crap! Felt like one had to go down 300 steps (could have been a few less) to a nearly empty premises. There were about 30 people spread around a room meant for about a 1000. 20 of them were girls who didn’t take any notice of us at all. OK, I was being accompanied, but I had the rotten feeling that nothing much would have happened here even if I had been here on my own. They were all dancing on there own as if they were in love with themselves, they didn’t seem to be interested in money or punters. There weren’t any there anyway. No comparison to the other places, not one little bit. We got on our way after 2 drinks and ended up in TEMBO, I had already got rid of a lot of cash and had to change my reserve funds in the form of 100 Euros in the disco, of course at an absolutely terrible rate of exchange.

After a few more „bevies“, all the „lights were on“ and I wanted to try out another hotel with her. What a crazy idea… She said that there was one in Mtwapa for 750 shillings. Into the taxi and off to the hotel, helped the taxi driver to a middle sized 2 weeks wage, who would start getting stingy now. The hotel, I can see now on the pictures, is the KENDAL VILLAGE HOTEL (not to be mistaken for the KENDAL HOTEL which has connections to the club with the same name, will get back to that later on). Also a load of crap, I had to pay 1500 in advance, the bar was shut, it’s not possible to get a beer and worst still a water, had to send the complaining hotel boy off somewhere to get me something to drink, that costs quite a bit as well, and what more, it seems to take ages and ages. Pretty irritated by now, we went to our sparely furnished room; there was a shower and air-conditioning though. We both had a shower and afterwards I shagged her on one of the narrow boards. Just by coincidence I happened to take a glance towards the door, there is also a small window.

The curtain is not just by coincidence prepared so that one can take a look into the room from the outside; the hotel boy does this as well. I jumped up as if being chased by the devil and ran over to the door and ripped it open, he legged it down the corridor and we carried on with the program. One thing I won’t forget is that with one of my legs that had a foot hanging onto the end of it, I managed to kick over one of the beer bottles that I had placed on the floor due to the lack of a fridge. The bottle smashed into a thousand pieces, one of which buried itself into my big toe which reacted with a bout of bleeding. Another thing that sticks in my mind is the fact that I gave her such a poking due to my temperament, that she spent most of the bout screaming “OOOHHHH YEAH! SWEEEETY!” which more or less turned the whole session into a comedy, well, secretly anyway “sweety”. This went on non-stop. Apart from that, she pulled a bit of a face as I shot may load into her mouth, not all hens are born for that sort of thing.

OH, my God.

That was the night, wasn’t it supposed to be a nice evening? But nearly finished. She had to arrive in time at the telephone shop to start work, we were both dog tired and had 45 minutes left to get a bit of sleep. Didn’t even think about an early morning shag! Shit, what a blow, if one makes all the beginners mistakes at the same time, then one has to pay dearly. Make sure that you don’t make such mistakes. You do have one advantage, and that’s before you go on holiday to Kenya, you can read this report, gg.

It was also very interesting to see how she lived, take a look at the pictures. No, not what you think. Kenyan slums look quite different, very different in fact. She lives in a favoured area; the houses there have real walls. As I said, I only gave her a 1000, compared with what the evening cost that’s just a small tip really. She seemed to be satisfied though, maybe she hadn’t complained because she thought that she had a big fat fish on the hook, completely wrong though… Managed to get away from the bait and be off for good, once is enough I reckon. It’s doesn’t seem to be that she was impressed by the fact that I had managed to get rid of so much cash that night, It seemed to be taken for granted. That right, after all, Muzugus are rich and money is not the issue either.

She herself didn’t have much money at all, she didn’t earn that much in the shop. Just for example: She boils her water each day to use as drinking water; bottled water is much too expensive. Nobody can pay for such a luxury from their poor wages, not forgetting though that she does have electricity in her room, even a telly, yes, Africa is poor and it makes one feel ashamed. How to deal with this? We can’t change anything, we just have to accept it and best just not let the people there see what we think, or just take it for granted. There is nothing other that we can do. Anyway, she had had a nice, and I, an interesting evening. What I consider a nice evening is something completely different, not taking the financial aspect into consideration. I would rather lie in my bed and use my own fridge, play my music and use my own timetable. There should also be a nice morning shag in the price as well, if possible anyway, and I like to decide when she can leave and not her boss (job). So it’s better to frequent the “real” whores, it’s cheaper, more fun and in general works out a lot better.

So as you see, it’s pretty simple to dip your hand in the shithouse – even I can – and have to now and again.

OK, a change of style. Let’s get down to business! There are a few extremely good places to go to in Phnom Penh. My favourite, of course, is the MARTINI BAR; as a matter of fact, it is a disco, that’s if you could call it a disco. Don’t worry, to tell the truth (just like everything after dark in Phnom Penh), it’s a knocking shop, or even better, a place where one is able to chose a “beauty of the night” for a small fee. The address:

Martini Bar
Open 7pm to 3am
#110, Street 173,
Phnom Penh, Cambodia
tel: 011 874 416

They also have their own Website:
http://www.martini-cambodia.com

Everyone in the town knows of this place. I said it was a “disco”, that’s right, one can have a dance here if one pleases, but one doesn’t have to, one doesn’t have to dance to make a find. I like dancing myself, but not just to be able to drag some girl along with me. Description of the location.

Open Air area (roofed) with a bar outside, tables (food available but I cannot recommend this crap), and absolutely loads of girls sitting around, just take a walk through and hang around until one of them starts chatting to you, or more often to chat someone up. US! Buy them a drink; ask about the weather or their outfit… It works, guaranteed. Once again: It’s a knocking shop, the girls are waiting for us, to get off with us, yes, it’s only to do with money. Prices: Starts at 10 US dollars for a short time (a quick visit to your own hotel with the hen for an hour or so) and it costs 20 US dollars for long time (over night). Sometimes could cost double, have you got enough cash with you?

Then there are the discos, music, dancing, cold drinks… Everything as usual. Of course, the same programme as outside. Easy!

Take a look at the Website, but don’t let the pics shock you: As from the evening (as from 22:00 or 23:00 hrs), there are some very nice hens.

I know a few people in Phnom Penh who visit the place more or less on a daily basis. Have downed quite a few bottles of Black Label, and got of with quite a few hens, this is compulsory in Phnom Penh.

Here a few pics from the MARTINI to get things going, don’t let yourself be given a fright, just a “cross section”, and of course, there are a few crappy girls there as well, but how many cuties can you make off with during the evening?