Transport in AC is cheap and easy. Although depending on the time of day it can take some time. For this reason living central is not a bad idea. Actually, everything that lies between the market and Santos Street can be reached on foot. Lazy prats like myself sometimes drive the short distance from the Margarita Station (near the market) down to Neros. Just about everything is located in between.

The best thing to choose in Angeles is either a trike or a jeepney..

Trikes are Mopeds with a roof and a sidecar which is also fitted with a roof. The advantage is that if it pours down one arrives at ones destination more or less dry. The disadvantage is if one is tall, there is a genuine problem due to the little amount of room available. Some are such a “tight fit” that one has to be a contortionist to be able to get into them, but some are ok, even when travelling à deux. The trikes are mainly found in front of hotels that are a bit out of the way such as the Clarkton or Oasis. On the stretch between the Clarkton and for example the nightlife, there are a few places well worth a visit such as restaurants, bars and massage parlours, meaning that everyone has the opportunity of making use of a trike.

The price for a trip, no matter how many are making the journey, is normally 50 Piso- Locals only pay 20, who wants to can haggle. As far as I am concerned it’s to exhausting just for a few cents. It’s important that the price is agreed upon beforehand. Here are a few pics about this topic, which also gives the opportunity to show a view of street life during the daytime 

Jeepneys are not always more comfortable, some of these also have quite tight seating. Another thing is that they are quite often full to nearly bursting point. In others it is not possible to see the road; you don’t know where you are because your head is crammed under the ceiling. The best place is next to the driver. The unusual and mainly funny sight of the vehicles should not distract ones attention from their condition, reminded me a lot of Cuba. One hole next to another, but for some strange reason they still don’t fall apart. Anything that has four wheels and moves is driven.

The Jeepneys run from the market, there are dozens of them standing around. If one is full, then off it goes. It’s off towards the Oasis (and further, but I have never been that far). When one has reached their destination, just bang on the roof from the inside and the driver will stop. If one is standing somewhere on the way and wants jump in, a small hand signal is enough. The journey costs 7 Piso each, it doesn’t matter where you want to go, one just gives the driver the money at sometime during the journey when he has time, and a hand free. Those sitting at the back pass their fare on to the other passengers who in turn pass it on to the driver, change is handed back in the same manner.

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.

Well, what did I mention about my last visit to the island… I was in Lamai, that’s the second largest tourist location; I was in the Weekender Hotel. As far as I am concerned, it was, at the bottom of the line, a little bit to quiet, I mean the location, the hotel wasn’t that good either (see hotel description on the homepage). Will ad a few photos to the report later on.

That’s the reason why I came to Chaweng this time, no doubt about it that it’s the location with the most shops and hotels, the tourist centre amongst the islands so to say. For years I have been giving advice to first take a good look when something new enters the market, if one decides to go somewhere new, and what do I do myself… Ok, I paid the price; I have already mentioned the hotel. That the situation in Chaweng is now completely different as I had imagined is also my own fault. I thought, Samui, this tiny little island, what needs to be prepared there? Off to Chaweng, right in the middle of things, the rest will work out itself, I’m an old hand, rubbish.

Our hotel CHAWENG BURI was situated quite conveniently, pretty much in the middle of things, but I searched in vain for a Beer Bar centre such as in Lamai… The scene there is somehow different, everything was larger, but not concentrated, and everything is such a long way from each other. The road carries on for kilometres down the beach, of course there are a lot of hotels, there are loads of shops, beauty and massage parlours, and the usual sales stalls. But Beer Bars? Wrong. One has to search for them with a magnifying glass; it’s not that much of a whore’s location. If anything, the whole of the island is a bit of a “catalogue tourists” place, and differs a lot from Phuket. So, Patong on Phuket and Chaweng on Samui are completely different.

First of all I wanted to take a look at the Gogo Bars, for a long time now I had thought that I had somehow heard about them. So, Werner searches for Gogo Bars in Chaweng. Dragged the chick along, called a taxi: Take me to a Gogo Bar! Don’t know of any, after the 3^rd or 4^th try, “Gogo bar, no problem”, lets go, cost me 300 for the journey, he chucked us out in front of the “Coco Bar”, open air and live music. After standing around in front of the place for quite a long time, the manager came out; who I immediately asked where the hens were. He told me there weren’t any, not allowed on the island; I then jacked in looking any further. But: never trust a bar manager, you are supposed to drink HIS beer, but not me, not to the sound of live music Waaahhh!

Two days later I found what I was looking for, near a solo disco, there are some here, 2, Gogo Bars, really bad? No, those in Khon Khaenn are even worse.

Carry on with the first evening: Just for myself, I had really believed in the Beer Bar scene on Samui… Wanted to down a few bevies together with Noi after the experience with the Coco Bar. Didn’t find any straight away! Who would have thought that… Chaweng is different, it’s a bit confusing. So we did actually jump into a taxi and buzz off down to Lamai! Cost us 300 each way. Went down the old and well known Beer Centre which is situated not quite opposite the old WEEKENDER RESORT. There I kept a few girls free and started the usual old programme… B52s, Black coke, Spy, Margarita, Beer etc. I felt a lot more at home here, and also the sight of the girls at the bar was familiar to me, the way they looked anyway. I was glad to have Noi with me. In the Bar Centre itself it was pretty dead, nothing much going on, haven’t got a clue how they manage to survive. My girl was pretty pissed up afterward, and pretty good for use as well…

By the way, there is also a Sado-Maso place in Pattaya: The Castle. I don’t know why I am linking it… In comparison with the two pretty good places in Bangkok, this place is just a poor copy, or did I just happen to have a bit of bad luck? The shock of the place caused me to forget to take a photo, not even from the outside. I rang the doorbell and a female nose poked out and asked me whether I had been there before. “No”. She explained the prices to me (same as those in Bangkok) and let me in. Inside, a hoard of Koreans kneeling down and being entertained in front of the appropriate women. A pretty fat naked bloke was being fastened to a cross in the corner of the room by two of the women, pretty harmless, but then again…

Well, I thought, how nice. I take a seat at the bar and order a black soda for my 900 Baht. Three hens turn up and present me with my own private show: One of them is tied to a few poles and blindfolded, her tits are hanging down. I have a quick feel, in fact I am told to do so, can’t be bothered with such floppy things. One of the others kneels down; this one is also blindfolded, and awaits what is coming. She is a lot better looking, and I have a good feel of her large but inviting backside. The third woman had already lit a candle, one of those candles that produce a lot of hot dripping wax, this she then drips in an SM way onto the backside of the one kneeling down waiting for what is coming.

I grab her wax-covered backside, and… The woman with the candle gives me an angry look and with a quick movement of the hand, sends some of the wax flying in my direction. At first I thought she was trying to include me in the “game”, but then I register that the hot wax had just missed my hand (if she had hit it, it would most certainly have been quite painful) and my shoes. Then, she really did give me a very angry look, as if she had wanted to bite me. This all hadn’t been to provide me a bit of pain, but to demonstrate that I had not behaved very well, because I had touched the other woman’s backside.

I’ll explain: I had been integrated in the game in both the Barbar in Bangkok, and in Demonia, I had been allowed to and it was in fact what they had wanted, that I take part. Sometimes I even amused the girls with the utensils I had taken along with me (a very nice latex mask covering the whole head with a pretty long latex tail):

I hadn’t awaited all that much, but I had never been treated in such an unfriendly manner before, not anywhere in the world, not even where one is expected to be tolerant. I am the paying guest (and not that cheap either) and expect, if I do happen to do something wrong, an appropriate reaction and to be told what is wrong, but not that. By the way, I was stone cold sober that day (was only early in the evening).

I cried out loud and clearly “Gep Tang Kap!” after the moment of fright, or should I say after I had sussed the situation out (This really only did take a moment or should I say a second after I had seen the look in the bitches eyes). All of the other women in the place (and one other guest, could have been the manager though) suddenly took a look what was going on, that’s just what I wanted to happen. I was given my bill on demand, BANGED a thousand Baht onto the bar, grabbed my 100 Baht change, and disappeared out of the door without even taking another look at the place. Had only been in there for about 10 minutes, she could let her wax drip down the other woman’s backside without my help, and I can get a black soda in any other bar in the world, and cheaper at that. The main point though, without being reprimanded in such a rotten way.

Lads, go out and get what you can, pay well for the service, but what ever you do, don’t let them take the piss.

Hat Surin. The beach is about 20 minutes bike journey to the north of Patong. It is completely structured for tourists, very similar to Patong. It is a very nice beach, but during the monsoon season (about May until October), swimming is not recommendable due to the life threatening currents. During this time red flags fly to warn against entering the quickly deepening water. Despite of the warnings, the occasional careless tourist drowns here.

The large picture above may deceive: The shot makes the place look romantic and solitary, but it’s not, especially during the main season. A few years back there were restaurants and bars along only about half of the stretch of the kilometre long beaches; the rest was solitary and empty. Nowadays the place is completely full from one end to the other. The new catalogue tourist hotel does the remainder of the damage. However, one is able to sit quite comfortably, there are showers and the food is recommendable, even though not all that cheap, but who would expect that here anyway.