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.

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.

As far as I’m concerned, there is only one single “locality” in the town worth mentioning. The CASABLANCA. Of course there are other bars and possibilities. There is the FLORIDA NIGHTCLUB, which I didn’t like that much, only went there once, was accompanied by a girl. The waitresses were unfriendly, the drinks expensive, the show average at the very most and to put the cream on the cake, the bill the end was completely wrong. Taking photos is forbidden. If I was you, I wouldn’t visit the small knocking shops and bars, much too dangerous. One shouldn’t push ones luck too far, particularly because these places don’t have that much to offer at all, apart from warm beer and shagged out whores.

On the way out to Bamburi beach there is the highly recommendable TEMBO DISCO, supposed to be the largest disco in East Africa.

Before that there is BOB’S, forget IMHO. The scene is for Africans, they want to be amongst themselves. Even though one could have a bit of luck, it’s not the right place for pulling whores, the same with the food, tough and no spices, typical Kenyan. Costs extra, just mentioned it to round things off.