An insight into the pots and onto the plates: The Margarita station with the famous fly grate. Here one has a good view of the street, it’s quite interesting to sit here when one is out and about on ones own and waiting for ones food. Pics of the inside are not allowed, that’s why they have been taken without a flash and are sometimes a bit off focus. As already mentioned, the food here is very very good, and the menu is extensive. From Ami food through Thai food up to local soup dishes, everything very tasty and not expensive at all.

I didn’t find Edelweiß all that good myself, neither the food nor the service. A lot of people praise the place, is probably just not my taste, so, for those who want to shove in a Wiener Schnitzel just get off down there.

We enjoyed the grub down at Salvatore’s; it’s above the “Angel witch”. Unfortunately I have no inside pics of the place, but the seating is good, that’s if you sit in the part of the restaurant that has enough room to stretch one legs. The service is good, the noodles are al dente, the dressings tasty and the Espresso is hot – and is served WITHOUT milk. We had bad luck at the new Italian above the Lancelot, unbelievable what one is offered for a lot of money.

On the picture with the plate one can see the sad rest of a sad pizza, well, at least I had ordered one according to the menu, a “Calzone” (folded), it was only due to the circumstances that I was actually able to eat so much of it; I was as hungry as a lion. I was really annoyed that I had ordered something to eat in the place again, was a bit brash! Where’s Kokomo’s, definitely not for me any more. At the last resort, one can get a few deep fried caramelised bananas at a mobile stall of 10 Piso a pair, delicious!

In the new shopping centre (within sight of the Margarita Station, easy to reach when walking there) there are 2 ATMs (cash-points). It is now possible for one to get money with a credit card or a normal bank card.

The cash-points spits out 10000 Piso a day per card… Thank God the days of having to carry all ones cash around are over. However, I still keep a certain amount of cash on me as a reserve, technology can fail sometimes.

This one here is on the left at the entrance; the bank that belongs to it is there as well. The other cash-point can be found on the second floor near one of the two “games caves” (mainly used by kids who waste their savings there). I haven’t tried out which card is needed here.

It’s all a bit of harmless fun really; everything is set up for families and teenies who are attracted by barber and telephone shops, boutiques and games etc. There are ball games, games of chance and anything right through to karaoke Automats and just about everything, there are things for every age group, apart from all that, on the top floor there are a few cinemas.

We’ll carry on with the (contrast) program. The more than life-size horse with the knight is stood in Lancelot. It’s actually not my type of pub, the girls mainly hang around bored and as far as I am concerned they are too professional. Sorry, just my opinion. But, this evening my mate and I had a hell of a lot of fun, of course we had taken our hens with us… Had a round of blowjobs, and it became more than just a nice party. Just smiling faces, snogging girls and an atmosphere that one searches for in vain some days. The last pic shows the bill being presented… Ok, it wasn’t that bad divided between two.

Finally we fell into the DIRTY DUCK, most certainly one of the most noteworthy filthy bars down the mile. Our girls in the state they were couldn’t leave it out and gave their best on the dance floor, well, they are Gogo girls, it’s in their blood, it’s better like that anyway, Apart from that they seemed to like each other a lot… To be bisexual and perform lesbian action is no problem at all for a lot of the chicks in Angeles, I mean GENUINE action… The snogging seen here is only a small part of what is to come.

Of course we splashed out a bit and bought the girls loads to drink, one only lives once… Were very well rewarded due to the attentiveness of the chicks. One could await this anyway! A few extra shows – I licked one or the other hen at the bar, they pulled my “thing” out etc etc. The atmosphere that day was unbeatable. Sometime things just work out as one wants… Sometimes God seems to be in a good mood!!!

No Kids, can’t carry on like this. Only girls, bars, nightlife? OK, it’s not to be my fault, but even the hardest of sex tourists has to enter the street during the day in a half way sober condition. Even if it’s just to get the necessities from the supermarket (beer, rum, coke, ice-cream, chocolate? Batteries for the massage; eh thing, you know?). Have had to do this all on my own before. Not long back I had thought, it was early in the morning around 13:00 hours, my God, all of these tarts, every day, and the booze, I have a problem with life and the alcohol. Was convinced that in future I would live a bit more chastely. Join the YMCA or some place and go for some withdrawal treatment. The shock of the thought made me open a can of beer and nip off down to the Santos Street for a quick blow job.

Is that girl laughing? She’s right… 500 Piso, 30 minutes and most of the slime is gone.

But that’s not what I really wanted to talk about. We want to take a bit of a look at what’s going on in Angeles during the daytime. Don’t await much of a change… There are the same old filthy bars and knocking shops, trikes and whores. Just the lighting is now a bit of a disadvantage to some of them.

I’m back! In the land of my dreams… First of all down the Santos, dipped my hand right in the shit didn’t I. Oh well, did it really have to be a cherry girl? Those are the girls who are still virgins (or claim to be one at least), they are only prepared to play “other” games, lying down… What do you say? “Can I come in your mouth?” OK, booked. Once in the room, more or less shy, simply haven’t got a clue, no talent, then again the services offered did have a nice end, but that was it… Sweet but dead.

I was so frustrated by so much lack of professionalism (why did I jump into bed with a virgin? My own fault) that I fell back on an old acquaintance from the Santos… But unfortunately that was only… Professional, in a bad sense. Or am I just a spoilt sort of person? Ok, blow job, get it in – out again, shoot my load, that was it. That is most certainly going to be the last time I book her… A 33 year old should try and make a bit of effort, I think so anyway. The protests that one is together with a lesbian and needs a good bit of cock don’t help either hahaha. Bullshit!!!