At this time of the day there is not that much going on, at least one cannot see much taking place. Everyone is just going about their every day lives. Washing has to be washed, meals have to be cooked, the brats have to be looked after, men do their work – hammering or transporting something about in the motorbike trailer. Or they sit down with a beer and let the women work, which of course is always a lot more cushy, for the men of course. I myself, went back to my hotel room after completing my “work”. Had a wash, not that the hen was dirty or anything, quite the opposite. As usual, I had looked for a Vietcong, and she was clean as they usually are. I hadn’t very often seen girls that washed so often as she did. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I don’t very often see girls who screw so much as she does. Anyway, I had sweated enough, and had decided to spend the evening in the BIBA Nightclub. The place is in Pum Tmei, and is on the right after about one or two hundred metres.

During the evening, I went back down to the harbour, one can see the Peek Casino laser show from some distance. I must mention one thing, if I hadn’t been told by various people that SV is safe at night, then I would have been crapping myself by now. The area is actually very appropriate – especially the for the first time, just to let you know. Nothing did happen to me. It was still a bit too early for the BIBA. I went with my driver (by the way, a nice young bloke who unfortunately hardly spoke any English) for something to eat, I don’t know what it was, but I didn’t like it at all. Oh yes, I remember now, one of the dishes was marinated fish heads, why the hell do I always have to try everything out…

Then we did decide to walk through Pum Tmei, above I talked about the better-looking ones, I found one. She was sitting with a few other hens in front of a hut, somehow I was a little unsure, all of a sudden they all, and I mean all of them started staring at me (…. Ooh, a Barrang!). Then there was that with the pot holes, maybe you will laugh now, but when one has to continually look ahead so as not to fall flat on ones face or tread in a deep puddle of water, then one doesn’t have much time to notice what else is going on, and that after drinking about the fifth beer. For this reason, I was glad to have found this young and good-looking hen. Into the hut, onto the couch, the Papasan was quite pissed, another two or three hens turn up with hopes of having a go with me, but not good looking ones, they waited outside as fly catchers. I ordered a beer. Then one of the hens got round me, and I had a bit of ST, haven’t got a clue why, I was just stupid and acted like a newcomer, good that you weren’t there

However, that’s not all, I went with the hen into that “room”, one wasn’t able to see in with it being half-dark so to say. Inside it was a lot darker as outside, at least I could see the Papasan sitting outside sipping his beer when I peered through the gaps in the wall boarding. The hen then gave me a real good blowjob, and sucked me dry right to the very last drop, then she went out to give her gob a wash out. After a couple of minutes she was back again and smiled at me, I then took a photo of her. My God, it was a Khmer, she was made up with white baby powder, maybe the native clientele like that sort of thing…

But seriously now: To tell the truth, one could feel sorry for the hen, she probably doesn’t have that much of an easy life, I think she just makes the best of it.

Finally, I had something to eat with the Papasan, finished my beer off, he kept on at me that I should buy him a beer; he was pissed as a fart. I told him no but promised him that I would be back the next day…. Things like that don’t happen in Svay Pak, sorry, won’t mention it any more.

In the meantime it was time to pop off down to the BIBA, so I happily marched in. I was escorted to a table by a waitress (a table that I had chose myself). There were hardly any guests there, between 10 and 15 Khmer hens. Sometimes they danced to native music, sometimes to western; now and again there was the German Polonaese Blankenese or what ever it is called. Two or three local lads were on the dance floor; don’t know what function they had. I saw an extremely pissed up Khmer, old aged, he was obviously a guest, Had a bottle of black label in front of him on the table. The girls were keeping away from him. Later on a sweet Vietnamese girl of about 16 (took a guess in the half-light, who knows what I would have guessed if it had been lighter) was sat next to him. She sat next to him as if paralysed and seemed to be discussed. No wonder, one could read the filthy fantasies in his red eyes. It didn’t seem to me that she had much choice in the matter. He was groping around on her, but then again he did seem to be too pissed up, a bit of luck for the hen. Not all locals are poor, in my travel guide it states that a lot of people here do dirty business and have a lot, a very lot of money.

What I want to drink, and if I would like a girl? A beer and yes of course, why the hell am I here? I was presented with one, she seemed quite nice, I didn’t make anything of her, just as little as with the other Khmer hens no wonder when taking the evening’s previous events into consideration).

BTW: “Soda Chris”, you reported something from the BIBA and wrote something about a hen who looked a bit like Sophia Loren. Bet your hat against a crate of soda that it was her!! See picture. I realised later when looking at the pictures. I didn’t take her with me; she was very nice but somehow much too decent. I had the feeling that she didn’t want to do a blowjob or something like that, you know, that with the gob – it is really made for things like that!?? And she was most certainly over 25, distinctly. If you don’t do such things at that age… With such an attitude she would be able to apply for German nationality. Anyway, I felt really out of place whilst there, there was nothing going on…

Just for fun, I wanted to try out the “one night room” for four US dollars, I got myself a Vietcong from outside, but then I went. I felt a bit sorry for Sophia, she had tried very hard. She had groped around on me for hours, as far as I can remember I had to pay for her by the hour for the company. Wasn’t very much though. There were four or five other westerners there that evening, she wouldn’t have earned that much anyway, apart from if things get going later in the night. Doesn’t matter, didn’t go to BIBA again, wasn’t my sort of place. Outside I found a young hen who I took to the hotel, she was a little “stronger”, but a flop, chucked her out at six in the morning, she just got on my wick.