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Blue Mountain Brothel – Phnom Kiu
No CommentsI let my driver take me to the next highlight (read about the tip in the net, just BTW): The “Blue Mountain” or “Phnom Kiu”. A small side street out the back of SV, there are small whorehouses on both sides of the road, some are proper stone houses as in Svay Pak, no wonder that I was happy here for the remaining days. The prices were a little higher, ten US dollars for ST. Never tried such a house out, it costs the same to take a hen to ones hotel room for ST. Took two with me quite a few times, they stayed for three hours without any problems, and all were good.
Phnom Kiu is a cul-de-sac. Now seriously ;-))) It carries on for about 200 – 300 metres until a steep slope starts. On this day at about midday, or it may have been during the early afternoon, I went into the house on the left before the slope starts. The hens were really chuffed, custom at last, and a Barrang at that, who will pay double. Yippee, I felt like at home again, there was something familiar about this brothel, the chicks weren’t as bad as those in Pum Tmei, the Mamasan was friendly. One was so to say, able to take part within the family life, yeah well, held one of the hen’s little son in my arms, general enthusiasm.
It was pretty amusing anyway, as I went with both my hens and the driver on a motorbike to the Golden Castle, a foursome. I should have taken a photo, you will never forgive me!!
) Even the team at the reception found it noteworthy. Interest is always pointed at me, mainly because I never enter the entrance hall alone, disregards to the time of day. The ladies on daytime shift were more discreet a and inconspicuous. Although now and again their jaws did nearly hit the deck, but they were able to refrain themselves. I cannot say that for the night shift which mainly consisted of men. Even the security personnel greeted me with the thumbs up sign etc. Normally things like this would have been a little embarrassing, but here, after a short time I began to enjoy it, I must admit, how else should one cope? One examined more or less the current choice; I could sense that they didn’t mean any harm; on the contrary, I had the feeling that they had a little respect for me. A little strange the whole ordeal, but amusing.Published on April 18, 2009 · Filed under: Cambodia, Sihanouk Ville; Tagged as: Cambodia, sihanouk ville





