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.

I 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.

Wikitravel: Sihanouk Ville (Kompong Som)

Stopped over in the Golden Castle again, right by the „Lion Roundabout“. This time I had the large suite, haggled them down to 45 US dollars (50). The room was even equipped with a sauna… Ok for those who need such a thing. The whirlpool was a load of crap, not enough water pressure, apart from that, great!

I really enjoyed things in Sihanouk Ville. The town is up and coming… It hadn’t really been necessary to take a girl along though, there are enough possibilities there. The “Wooden plank brothels” down at the harbour (next to the Khmer disco BIBA) were all open, also the Blue Mountain with the Viet-knocking-shops as well. There is something new (was new to me) called the “Victory Hill”, a short street with about 20 bars and restaurants. There is a “short time hotel” nearby (good rooms, five US dollars). Not bad!

The town’s main attraction for me, is its vast extent and the beaches. Motorbike hire (3-5 US dollars per day), girl on the pillion seat, ride around, a trip down to the beaches, a quick shag in the water. A holiday feeling like being on an island!

Beaches:

These are the main beaches I visited: Victory and Independence Beach (lots of beach stalls, small restaurants, deckchairs etc).

Ochheuteal Beach, apart from a decent infrastructure, there are also many hotels. There are also some more lonely beaches a bit further outside of town, but without any infrastructure.

Victory and Independence Beach: Simple huts, the people here are poor, and are happy when someone turns up to spend the afternoon there. There are cold drinks and a humble number of dishes on offer. No jet skies, instead one is able to hire blow-up rubber tubes for a few cents. Female beach peddlers offer fresh fruit and all sorts of sweets and crisps etc. Ready grilled giant shrimps in tasty pepper marinade are also on sale, five for a dollar. It is also possible to have ones fingernails manicured, or get a massage if required. By the way, three of the rotten deckchairs collapsed under me, I probably weight as much as two Khmer men…

…in Sihanoukville, Cambodia! Thank god, and the girls are smiling. To tell the truth, we had come here for a bit of fun, or what?

Pocoloco???

Is a little bit mad, but nicely mad! Is run by a couple of German brothers… Can be found down the large road when on ones way to the lion’s roundabout, about 100 metres before the final bend on the left hand side of the road. Unfortunately, I haven’t got the address with me at the moment, because the boys had just run out of visiting cards. Doesn’t matter though, everyone in Sihanouk Ville knows the place. It is a sort of… open-air disco… On entering there is a billiard table on the left, some sort of sofas for cuddling on the right, the bar is straight ahead, and behind the bar, yes, rooms. One or two of them, the place is just being done up a bit, nice, recommendable to keep things short. You can stop over there if you want to (by the way, quite big and clean for those who are looking for that sort of thing). Alternatively, one is able to take advantage of certain services provided by the women (massages, small talk, what else crosses our minds, yes, exactly “that”).

I went in, I think it was the evening that I had left the hotel quite frustrated, and wanting to give myself a really good time (The bitch from Phnom Penh was still lying in my bed). The waitress brought me a drink over and gave me a dirty smile. OK, maybe she was only returning a dirty smile, I can’t remember exactly. Anyway, 10 minutes later, I was lying in this huge bed with her, and she showed me what she could do. It was more of a professional job (she wasn’t all that young anymore, so what should I have expected), nevertheless, she was still good, I mean really good (for those who know what I mean).

After a further 15 minutes, I was sitting at the bar freshly showered.  Yep! hadn’t cost all that much. Don’t ask me, I think it had cost around 10 dollars. You can’t get a cheaper shag in a decent place in Sihanouk Ville anywhere else.

I returned to the place one day later, in the meantime I had checked my bitch out of the hotel, I noticed this Thai… She wasn’t the youngest any more either, and sort of, how should I say, extrovert. She kept on telling me how shy she is, and at the most, a vodka could change things for the better, or maybe two vodkas. OK, she downed the five!!! vodkas in record time, which were just enough to make the regulations clear: Long time, shaved fanny, loads of blowjobs, a shot in the gob, and the rest!

In the hotel, she even alienated my razor as agreed upon. A smooth bare fanny looks a lot better, or what do you think? The subsequent blowjob was just average, what had I expected… A Thai in Cambodia, is that what one wants… I would have been able to find a similar artist in Pattaya, Bangkok, or on the island at any time at all… That on every corner. I could have tried it here with a Khmer or Viet, would have been no problem.

My penalty, The blowjob was ok, the screw, yea well, the trouble was that she kept on waffling on about me being able to buy her a mobile, yes; she really did want me to buy her a mobile phone. She wasn’t just testing (what won’t we forgive if the ladies take NO for an answer). The trouble was that she made this topic the topic of the evening. Such things normally ruin my shot, but luckily not this evening… As promised, she got her shot in the gob, see the photo, I didn’t know that spunk could make one look so ugly… Of course, I checked her out straight away afterwards, which was coupled with a reduction of wages. By the way, I went back to the POCOLOCO with her, because I had something to discuss there, hadn’t been planned, but the unexpected comes often…

So, the one wanted a motorbike, the other a mobile, do I really look that stupid?