On the first day I went straight down to the harbour where the “music” is supposed to play, well, at least it was the loudest place of all. The natives call the area PUM TMEI. As I have already mentioned, one has to travel for quite some time on a motorbike taxi. Eventually one reaches the harbour area; pass the overseas containers towards the BIBA nightclub. After a while the road forks, from here on it consists only of potholes, which are even worse than in PP. Even the whorehouses are more or less planks of wood nailed together, no comparison to Svay Pak. Even on a motorbike, it is quite difficult to travel along the road, just about walking pace – which isn’t that bad really, because at least one gets to see a little more. The only trouble was the continuous fear of maybe falling off the bike. Another thing that occurred to me was that the hens didn’t try that hard to get one into their hut, they were in fact more or less passive.

So, first of all a quick bit of ST which cost me five US dollars, the Mamasan hadn’t even tried it on by demanding an extortionate price, although one should not forget that such as in PP the whites are charged double right from the start. So, a Khmer only pays about 10000 Riel for ST which is around about two dollar fifty. One shouldn’t get all hot up because of the prices; one could for example see things as a contribution to development aid. So you can see, the press always try to make out that without westerners there would be no prostitution in Asia, haha. The few westerners that come here hardly make a difference at all. In principle, I would say that about PP as well, only there they are more or less among themselves. For example, in Svay Pak (where the countries natives also go for the same purpose) or in Martinis for example. The “mass” meaning the Khmer screw elsewhere, there where we normally don’t go, either because we don’t know of the places, or because there too dirty for us.

I honestly must admit: This Pum Tmei is too dirty for me, and the hens are by no means better than those, for example, in Svay Pak. However, over a period of time, one becomes a sort of “horny skin”. The next time however, I have decided to look for the better of girls, there do happen to be some of them there as well, one just has to keep ones eyes open. The ST was not too bad though, what one could expect. The chick did everything to please me, just like I like things. The whole family were sitting outside in the corridor having a meal, about 20 of them I would guess. They were laughing, enjoying the meal, joked about the Barrang (which probably wasn’t meant wickedly).

After I had shot my load, she went to clean her teeth; I sat outside on the veranda and did a bit of sightseeing whilst having a beer. My hen came out as well and sat down beside me, she was probably hoping for a permanent punter, is quite normal. It’s somehow not quite as comfortable as in Svay Pak. I don’t want to get on your nerves, but it just cannot be compared. After a while, I managed to clear off without taking a further look around. In the other direction, there was more than likely another 500 metres full of small whorehouses.