Wikitravel: Angkor Wat

Actually, Angkor Wat is only one of the many temples within the grounds, which are meant when mentioning this name. The temples really are very fascinating, and all who visit Siem Reap, should at least take a look at a few of them. According to our calendar, the facility dates back to the year 1000. Times when in Paris there was a population of around about 50,000, at the same time, there were already about one million people living here.

The temples are unbelievably impressive, mountains of stone processed piece by piece and stacked up. Without turning our short sex-tourist report into a cultural guide, because there are better sources of information, I will now show you a few photos just for a first impression. I took about 1000 photos whilst visiting the facilities; it’s a pity that the weather wasn’t all that good.

A ticket for the day costs 20 US dollars, there are also tickets available, which cover a period of a few days, in the long run, these are a little cheaper. It is possible to book tickets at the hotel; one is picked up in the morning and guided through the temples. I preferred to do things more individually, meaning that I got my driver to pick me up and take me down there, this meant that I was not dependent on a group or some special tour what ever. My driver waited at the front of the temple while I trudged around… It is well worth buying one of the guidebooks on offer here and there. They point out quite a few interesting places that one most certainly would have marched passed without even realising that there was something to be seen.

I found the large stone faces very impressive, and the symbiosis between building and plants to be found in some areas. Sometimes one wonders whether the building is keeping the tree together that is standing on top of it, or whether the trees roots are keeping the building intact…

There are quite a few begging children around the smaller of the facilities, they press some sort of rubbish into ones hand, and hold out their hand demanding „One Dollar“, a standard price. The Monks (there are also females amongst them) gladly give their blessing, and expect one to give them a small reward for doing so.

The facility seems to be a continuous construction site; the materials are partially very weather beaten. Some buildings have been destroyed by the huge tree roots, and the damage caused by the “Khmer Rouge” plays its part in making the temples’ requirement for renovation immense. At the moment, visitors are still allowed to touch the figures, and at some locations, the “frescos” have dark patches from the many hands that have stroked them whilst searching for luck, luck that these obviously promise. Despite the masses of visitors who are led through the facilities on a daily basis, everything is in quite an original condition, which provides the corresponding impression.

The first picture shows the only one of thousands of temple dancers who shows her teeth when laughing, nobody knows why she has such a dirty smile on her face, and nobody ever will. All records from this day and age were kept on organic materials and rotted away many years ago, this being the reason why many of the facilities mysteries will never be solved… these dancer can be found just behind the gate to the main facility.

Apart from the Martini, I would like to talk about a few other places. First of all the Clubs/Bars. These open at six in the evening, and all three are worth visiting:

Sophie Club
No 9E1, St. 53/118

Is quite near to the Central Market. Don’t let yourself be put off by the sight of the building from the outside and the stairway (pictures 6 – 9). One has to knock at the door; the door is opened, and closed behind one immediately. The advantage of this is that the girls in the bar have the peace and quiet to unpack your cock and give you a good old blowjob. This is free of charge. However, after a short time, a lady-drink is expected, costs two US dollars, ok, a good performance has to be rewarded. After some time, one grabs a girl (better 2, 3, or even more) and takes them to one of the ST rooms. This service costs ten US dollar per girl. They are really good; they are worth every single cent. It is also possible to “hire” a chick, something I have never done because the town is packed out with young good-looking whores who are willing to take my money. So, after that, a bite to eat, then off down to the Martini. I finish the evening off with a few bevies and interviews with some pleasant and motivated up and coming talents – of course one takes one of them along for the night, costs about 20 US dollars for the whole night.

Cyrcee Club
No 13, St 49
Description with photo HERE

Is also situated quite near to the Central Market, quite a few cuties, same system except that nothing is done in the bar, rooms are on the first floor, prices are similar.

Slightly offset, and the road on the corner is the

Mikado Club
No 21, Street 136, corner 49

In the bar, they have private rooms, or booths in which one can more or less quite liberally have fun with one or more girls (curtains). The ST room is upstairs. VIP room for five US dollars an hour extra. The prices are similar. Some of the rooms are very nice, with mirrors, lights and a clean shower. 

Then a few “normal” Bars:

Sharky’s Bar & Restaurant
126 Street 130
Hompage here

American style Billiards, food not too bad to OK, a lot of freelance whores who want to massage you as a pack, charging one dollar after only five minutes, a bit of a rip-off. Not my sort of place, maybe it has something to do with the atmosphere, and that in all the years I have been visiting the place, I have never really dragged anything decent out of the place. Shout out the usual prices, start of with 50, but are happy to accept 15 for a ST or 25 for LT.

Walkabout Bar (and Hotel)
Corner St. 174/51
Homepage here

Nothing special at all. Also Ami style with billiards, but good for pulling a girl after the Martini closes (all the girls set of in this direction after two in the morning).

About 100 metres further down the road on the other side of the street.

Heart of Darkness

A disco with a strange atmosphere, somehow a little aggressive and unfriendly, never felt very happy there, but some might like the place.

Here a few detailed field studies from Phnom Penh.

One may not believe that what I have put together for this chapter is “out and about during the night-time”. On the one hand, I was only in the town for a short time, on the other, there is nightlife, but by far nothing like the nightlife of Phnom Penh, for example, here are a few tips and addresses that I had checked out myself:

The TAPHUL ROAD is a “brothel street” if you could call it that, this is where one is able to find quite a few massage parlours and smaller knocking shops. One should watch out for the signs “massage”, they are all more or less disguised. I had quite a few nice short times there for 15 US dollars a time, mainly with Vietnamese girls. Low budget, that’s Cambodia. One should not expect much more than a room with a bed with used sheets and a small shower.

The first evening I drove up to the place with my driver, girls came pouring out, some of them were even quite good lookers, and of course the Mamasan. Sure enough, she started a conversation with my driver, even though I made it obvious that I wanted her to speak to me. I was trying to avoid having to pay extra for a commission for the driver, just because he happened to be there. However, it was pointless. Prices of around 60 US dollars were being talked about, ok, then we will forget about that place. I made a point of coming back to the place later on, but on my own of course, this I did. So, bobs your uncle, suddenly the prices were quite normal again. I had the experience of seeing an Ami chuffed to fuck because he had “only” paid 50 US dollars for a bout of short time (she was good looking though). I disappeared quickly, it is no use trying to haggle the price down with such idiot present at the same time Us experienced sex-tourists are not having any of that, it’s bad enough that with our 10 to 15 dollars we still pay two to three times as much for a shag as the locals.

The street is easy to find, and I really do recommend that one pay a visit without taking a driver along. When coming from “Angkor Saphire”, cross the bridge, straight across the roundabout, now you’re on the national road number six. Then you will arrive at a crossroads, on the left had side on the corner is a large bank with a cash machine, on the right is the “Royal Independence Garden”. Just carry straight on, turn off into the next road on the left, and there you are. You will find a town map (scalable) here.

Siem Reap town plan

As I said, there are quite a number of massage parlours down there; I didn’t have all that much time to try many of them out though.

More addresses for the night:

Martini Pub Restaurant
N° 48, Street 95, corner Street 350

Yep, there is a disco with this name there, not just in Phnom Penh. I would say that it is quite a good “hunting ground”, even though it cannot quite keep up with Phnom Penh’s best offers. Just give it a try, all taxi drivers know of the place. I have found what I wanted there quite a few times up to now, even a nice Ladyboy. Yeah, I must admit… Was nice, sympathetic, but did a blowjob like my granny. Nevertheless, I had a “Gathoey” (Thai for Ladyboy); such a female like one is not awaited here.

Zone One Club
Phsar Nhe, Taphul Village
Svay Dangkum Commune

Lots of freelancers, but as down the Martini, not only. What I mean is that the “completely normal” village kids party here at the weekend and after knocking off work, those who can afford it anyway… Good for a few bevies and the music is mainly better that down the Martini where sometimes they play local music including the dances that go with it (dancing in a circle holding hands etc. By the way, the place is also down the so called “brothel street”.

Zanzybar Pub
Opposite Bakheng Hotel, near the Night Market

Yes, right next to the night market or „Old Market“ as it is known (see below). This is one of the places one can go to when other places have closed for the night; it even stays open until the early hours of the morning. Lots of girls also hang around here, either those who have earned a lot of cash and want to spend it, or those who have earned very little and would like to earn some more. Well, what can you say about that. Sometimes went there with my “beauty of the night” or have manage to pull one there, now and again it was the other way round, they pulled me. Once I bought the last bottle of vodka, some ice and a litre and a half of orange juice because my hotel fridge was bare. There is nothing more boring than throwing a small party with nothing to drink… The large photo above was taken there as well.

The

Old Market

Is mentioned, no use providing an address because it is an address in itself. A small quarter of the town, or should I say rather a square with many western style restaurants. There is live music, Cordon Bleue with chips, cocktails, a fresh draught Guinness, and everything that a temple tourist wishes to round off a successful sightseeing trip. Of course, there are no whores. And apart from the night market, there is all sorts of Khmer junk being sold, food as well, all in all just the normal stuff one would expect to find: Tours for tourists, gems probably of dubious quality, fashion jewellery for the ladies, music CDs etc etc. A few westerners chance visiting the restaurants frequented by the natives, probably those who spend the rest of their holidays in their hotel with a bout of “Montezuma’s Revenge”…

Still worth taking a look at!

I visited one of the small filthy bars that still happened to be there:

Blue Wave Club
N° 239, Achamean Street, Behind Hotel De la Paix

Easy to find, if one turns off to the left at the large crossroads where the bank is, then the next on the right, one will find it after a few metres on the left hand side of the street. My driver took me down there; it was pissing it down with rain. Of course, the driver had to wait outside, because where will we end up if we take our drivers with us into the knocking shops… He wouldn’t have come with me for all the money in the world anyway: Still, he had to look after his motorbike, nobody in Cambodia leaves them unattended.

So I went in, dim atmosphere, thick curtains, booths, a well sorted bar and two well dressed barkeepers. So far, it had everything I had expected from a nice bar, that’s if there had been a good choice of appealing girls. There were exactly three, two of them were occupied with holding each other’s hands, the third one was a bit older. Oh well! I thought, now that I am here… And bought a few round of drinks, of course a few more than normal, I wanted information about the bar instead of trying it out with these ladies. So, the price of drinks is moderate, and there are rooms just behind the thick curtains. The girls wanted 30 bucks for a bout of short time, I did without because I had not intended trying to haggle the prices down. After some time, I left the place to visit somewhere else with a better choice of fanny.

Ergo: Boring that day, but there was nothing against trying the place another day, particularly since I had been told that there were more girls available on other days.

Here an assortment of pictures of all this (sorry, a few of the pics taken outside have been marked by water, it had been pissing it down all day).

And to finish of with, a few private pics of „my“ Ladyboy. Yes I am so baaaaad!!!

As I said at the beginning, it had been a mistake to take a girl along with me from Phnom Penh, and then this particular one. As I found out later on, she was quite often in a bad mood, and completely barmy. After it had sunk in after about the 35^th attempt to explain that I was definitely not buying her a motorbike for 2000 US dollars, her spirit dropped to about zero. After the second or third night, she decided that she wanted to stay in the hotel alone.

Ok, no problem, and off I went for a short time. On returning later that night, we did have a bit of fun, but in the end, I made it clear to her that it would be better if she returned home on her own, because what I really didn’t want was a bitch on my hands. She didn’t agree with me. Early in the morning at six o’clock, I woke her up and she packed her bags… Luckily, I got rid of her without any further problem.

Down at Victory Hill: About 20 bars full of women, but women who were all desperately in need of money. A few cheap guesthouses, a few restaurants (one Indian, a bit small, but super), a large hotel, which lets out pretty good ST rooms for five dollars. I had quite a bit of fun during the first evening in the “Crazy Rabbit”, the Papasan is from Belgium, quite a nice bloke. Paid for a couple of Vietnamese sisters and took them down to the ST hotel (40 for the two of them). It was really good! Of course, I hadn’t known that evening that the girls had only been “borrowed”, they were normally on the game down the Blue Mountain (Phnom Kiu). There is supposed to be a follow-up to the story with these two.

Back in Phnom Penh

I had another few nice days in PP. Generally, not much has changed here since my last report. I got Sophann to drive me around quite a lot, of course I went to Svay Pak on a daily basis, in fact on the last day I visited the place twice. The road to Svay Pak has been repaired, the journey is now a lot quicker, and without the potholes all over the road the journey is also a lot more comfortable. PP had luckily just missed being flooded. The Mekong had only needed to rise by another 50 centimetres and it would have happened. I saw myself how high the water had been, it had been, so to say, only the width of a gnat’s bullock from flooding. Just think about it, six months earlier as I had been to PP in the dry season, the water level had been about ten metres lower, it could have even been 15 metres as far as I know. If one takes these dimensions into consideration, 50 centimetres is not that much at all. I had wanted to be taken to the place where the small restaurants were alongside the river, you know, the place where I had poked the girl in one of those overheated huts with the shit-hole in the floor. We couldn’t even leave the main road to get down there, the water was already that high and we would have still had to driven for ages to reach the place. There was probably nothing left of the “restaurants” anyway. On asking Sophann what had happened to the people, he answered that they were now out on the street. The people there really don’t have it all that easy at all.

One evening I had let myself be driven down to the 154^th street (the area between the 63^rd and 158^th ). There was supposed to be something to do for my type of person, I took a look at three different places, they were supposed to be massage parlours. The chicks sit on top of brightly lit up platforms waiting for punters. Wasn’t my sort of thing, why should I visit a massage parlour in Cambodia? The Thai massage parlours are so much better. It’s said that chicks there are available for a bout of ST for a very reasonable price.

At last I have taken a look at Toul Kork, but only whilst sitting in the car. Sophann told me that it was quite dangerous around there and also very dirty, it’s near the harbour where the speedboats and ferries leave for Siem Riep etc.

BTW: A few months ago, a ferry from PP to Siem Riep (Angkor Wat) was assaulted by bandits; I think I prefer to travel by air.

The huts looked the same as those in Pum Tmei, the streets also. Sometimes one really got the impression that one wouldn’t be able to carry on any further, the potholes were terrible. I was there during the daytime, I didn’t get to see any chicks, but then again, you know what I think, Svay Pak is large enough for me.

I also tried out the “Happy Herbs Pizza”, my God, what a classic but not as you now think… It all happened as follows: I asked Sophann whether he used Ganja, shit, or dope (used all the words for the stuff I could think of), to my surprise he answered with yes, so I said Ok, we can share a pizza, I would have to start again on a small scale (hadn’t smoked the stuff for a number of years now). Sooner said than done. Off we went down to the pizza parlour, took a look at the menu and placed an order, we made a point of telling him that we only wanted it “spiced” mildly. Ordered a beer to go with it, sat outside and enjoyed it. We did in fact share the pizza.

Afterwards we made our way to Svay Pak, after a while I found it a little bit strange that I could feel no effect from the pizza and started a discussion with Sophann, about the pizza of course. Suddenly he changed his tune and said “Ganja? That’s forbidden in Cambodia!!” Since asking my question about dope consumption he had not really understood what I was on about, he could not believe that the pizza was supposed to have been covered with the stuff. He had never heard of such things, and I could hardly believe what he was saying – it’s written down in every travel guide. But then again, sometimes Sophann is a little clueless, I don’t mean that in a rotten sort of way, exactly the opposite, he is friendly, honest, and harmless; I started having my doubts about the effect that didn’t seem to want to turn up. BTW: Does anyone know whether hashish is forbidden in Cambodia, I think it is in fact, but also tolerated, even though my travel guide states that it is legal. The Cambodians are not susceptible to the stuff anyway.

Anyhow, I went to my bar in Svay Pak and waited, the effect came over me slowly, very slowly, and only made me tired and grumpy, that was that for the day, I let myself be taken to the hotel and slept for 14 hours, why the hell do I always have to try everything out… By the way, Sophann didn’t feel a thing from the stuff. It’s no wonder; one knows about these things, anyone who has never consumed the stuff has to take it 5 – 10 times before it works.

I visited the Russian market for the first time, and I must say I enjoyed it very much. There are food stalls with all sorts of Khmer and Viet-grub. The market is inside, covered mainly with some sort of covers, I think so anyway, the sun didn’t shine on ones brain, that’s the main thing. One of the main things available are the souvenirs, there is a large choice for a reasonable price. There is not just the normal tourist crap, one can get silver, wood (for example statues or lace work), everything possible and impossible that has to do with Angkor Wat. I walked around for a long time, and my bags were continually increasing until I though about the restricted amount of room in my always full suitcase. Some of the things were very good presents for when I return home.

In the mean time a lot of there Internet cafes have popped up in PP, they are also very cheap, if one wants, one can make a Telephone call for a very cheap rate, it’s better than phoning from a hotel. Something I had forgotten to say about SV: The Internet cafes there (there not really cafes but a sort of office with copying machines and faxes etc) are extremely expensive, but still cheaper than making a phone call to Europe, they wanted six US dollars a minute, I didn’t bother, that really is a rip off. As I said, it’s not like that in PP.

Somebody had recommended the
Lucky Star Hotel
14, Street 336
Tel. 855-23-880 023 / 024, Fax: 855-23-880-024

Costs 20 US dollars. The rooms aren’t that bad at all, a little better than in the Paris. The thing is, there are only single beds, a bit too cramped for me. For anyone who has no problems with this sort of thing, great. Oh yeah, breakfast was served in a small restaurant opposite, I only got a very skimpy menu and always had a plate of soup, always good for the figure at least. Some of the rooms are a bit loud; at the front of the place is a very busy street. To the one side there is a large house being built. Construction noise (is not too bad) starts at about nine in the morning. Apart from these few trivial things, I would say that the hotel is recommendable. Wedding receptions are held there quite often; maybe they needed the restaurant for this purpose. As far as I could make out the hotel seemed to be quite empty, I hardly saw any other guests, It’s not that central either which is not much of a problem if one has a driver on call. Right next to it in the evening there is a sort of red light district down on the street, only Khmer hens, the pimps hang around there as well. One is able to drive up in the car and is able to take a hen with without even getting out. Have never tried it out, as I said, only Khmer chicks. I think this place is known under the name of Keochanda.

During the course of time, I have found out the following things about my favourite hens, the Viets: They have all got one thing in common. When they get stuck into my lucky back with the clobber etc they all give a cry (honest) and their eyes light up, it doesn’t take them that long at all to start trying the stuff on either. I don’t have to urge them one little bit, maybe by just leave stuff lying around a bit now and again. They are very easy to please ) They even let themselves be photographed. Afterwards they even put things back where they belong, is quite amusing. None of them wanted me to shave them; they were a bit “limited” when it came to that. Once the excuse was used that the Mamasan didn’t like such things… Haven’t got a clue what I should think about that. Maybe things would be different during an LT, I think they would anyway. I thought that this time my beard trimmer would maybe not come to use at all Things changed suddenly a few days later… Thank God that most of the younger chicks haven’t got much hair down there. Because of this, most shaves are out of the question, or are not really that necessary. The Thais are different, they have no problem at all with having their pussies shaved, it’s even possible to do one on an ST chick from a Beer Bar.

During my last day in PP, I was naturally once again in Svay Pak, this time in detail. Actually, I had decided on a hen from the Martini for the evening. Just for once a Khmer, well, she did look very sweet. The trouble was that I could not find her, maybe she was already busy. It was already late, about ten in the evening. I decided not to waste the evening and get something preserved. I informed Sophann that I wanted to go to Svay Pak again and asked him if it would be a problem (I was thinking about his petrol costs, it is a few kilometres away), no, no problem at all. The 20 US dollars aren’t that much, some pay 25 but I prefer to give a few US dollars tip at the end of the evening.

So, of we went to Svay Pak. I had never arrived that late before; this made everything interesting in one way. First of all I stopped at the first house on entering just carry straight on. It is new and a few stories high. I had never been in it before. The hens were just having a bite to eat; I was allowed to sit with them, the usual procedure. Ordered a beer, messed about a bit then off into the house with a hen, I wanted to make things clear for an LT. There is a Papasan there. He wanted me to pay 50 US dollars! I had to laugh, I offered him 20, “take it or leave it”. He didn’t want the 20 US dollars; instead, he offered that I could stay in the house for the whole night. I didn’t really want to do that, was much too dangerous and apart from that, I like to do my planning myself. Later on Sophann told me that the man is very very dangerous, I believed him. At some time or other I definitely will stay over night in Svay Pak, just for fun. But the thing is, one is FULLY at the mercy of the place, the men who during the daytime are busy with their billiard tables and are not to be seen within the “flow of traffic” probably sleep in the houses were we leave our money during the daytime.

So, back out again and into my bar, there I met an “old acquaintance” and took her with for 20 US dollars, what else. She could remember me from my last visit to PP. She was the third hen at my going away party in Svay Pak (she was the one who talked a lot, see report). At the time she was very new to the job and shy, her name is Lon, very dainty and very sweet. How many points would you give her on a scale from one to ten? I would giver 100%, not just because she is good looking, but because she is also very loving. My number two in Cambodia this year. I fear that most would place her at number six or so… However, I like here face and mouth!

The pains of saying farewell were not too bad at all, I still had a large part of my holiday ahead of me, two weeks in Thailand. I experienced things there that should have completely knocked me off my chair, in more than one way. Report follows…