This brings us back on track. Hung around during the daytime in one of the Beer Bars that is still open. “Beer Bar” yeah well, it’s not quite like in Thailand, but similar. One can have a drink and keep a few tarts free for service, pay for them as well. What more does one want? My mate did that here as well, he fell so deeply in love that he kept her for a full 4 days. She wasn’t that young either and was really glad that someone actually took her with… She was always in a good mood, always laughing, more of the thankful type of person. During the next few days I also had the pleasure a few times in fact. Well, there is nothing to complain about… Where love falls! And I even complain about a gap in the teeth…

Evenings in the Foxy Bar, It’s a bit out of the way on Fields Ave. Got a real good one there (for my taste), was new to the business, After I had paid the barfine (1000) she threw a bit of small change (about 50 Piso) onto the dance floor, (this is a tradition) the chicks fought for it… Supposed to bring good luck for the rest of the course of the day – of course, the other hens want to be taken along at some time as well!

Then the usual programme… Another blow job here in the “La Pasha”. Later down to “Insomnia” with my beauty of the night (her girlfriend works there) and painted the place red. So what, you only live once!

OK, Angeles City is a lot smaller and clearly laid out than Pattaya; nevertheless, there is a nearly inexhaustible amount of possibilities and spots for those who are only planning on spending a few weeks here. I mean, the Bars are all close by and one can draw on unlimited resources. So, grab what you want lads, just take what pleases you! But, first of all I had a few beers and got used to this paradise. This is something that has to be done when arriving from the emancipated land of bitches…

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.

That’s right; most of the Gogos and bars worth mentioning are all in the same area (Fields Ave). Nevertheless, along the stretch past the Airbase, down towards the Clarkton (Perimeter Road) there is quite a lot for us to do…

I find for example, the „Gentlemans Club“ worth a mention. It has the advantage that it is situated on the first floor… The time for an advanced warning in case of controls is long enough due to the staircase; this enables a more dirty type of show in the bar with girls being able to dance naked.

Next of all there are 3 bars which are situated right next to each other: SWEETY, NIFTY’S and RIO. Lots of Expats can be found here. Because they visit the bars more frequently, they probably get a better service… We found the service partly unfriendly and shameless. But one can also have fun. If you see the large GARFIELD sign, bang on the roof and jump out, you must go down this street, the 3 bars are situated right on the corner.

Finally, I must not forget the 24 hour massage parlour, those who like that sort of thing will most certainly get their moneys worth. The parlour cannot be missed if one continues on down the street.

Angeles City. Here we are out and about in „Misty’s Golf Club”, which is nothing other than a Gogo Bar. We found it a bit average. The atmosphere during the first 2 days was super. On the first night we took 2 artists with us to a party that was more or less a failure. No hardcore action, which was mainly our own fault. Anyhow, the more often we visited the bar, the more boring it got. I made the mistake of buying the ugly Mamasan a few drinks, which meant that the following nights I couldn’t get rid of her.

She showed me, but only because I asked her to, a few rooms in the BLUE NILE HOTEL, which lies nearly opposite and belongs to the same group. The rooms are nicely furnished, but tiny and expensive. (last photo). There is a pool there though. The hotel was nothing for me, because the room (I think for around 3000) would have be full BEFORE I had unpacked my case…

BTW: We all had the feeling that it was better to check the bill, especially in this bar. If one is in a group, everyone comes in one “pot” as far as the bill is concerned (the drinks bills are all put in a container on the table), one doesn’t have much chance of getting wise about any “mistakes”, because, no-one knows what drinks the others have ordered and for who they are meant. It’s not that important because of the low priced drinks, but we don’t want to be ripped off.

During both my holidays their I had a lot of parties with my mate and one, two, three or four hens, and also alone with two or three chicks. It’s no problem to find girls there that don’t have a problem with their own sex… The amount of Bi girls there seems to be quite high.

Let’s start off with Rosanna, the old acquaintance from page one, and Romea, who I frequently booked in all sorts of variations. She’s not the youngest any more, but nice and of course talented, she licks everything and is willing.

The story up to now: I praised Rosanna earlier in the story. That was all very well; nevertheless we did have a bit of trouble. First of all I had her at midday before she went back to the bar to work. I gave her 1500 instead of the normal 1200, the rest was supposed to be a tip. I agreed to pick her up in the evening because I wanted to go out with a mate around the block first for one or the other ST in the Santos. As I went to pick her up in the evening she was still in her “uniform”, working dress which is just a bikini.

Oops! I thought, that’s a bit strange, girls who have finished work normally wear there normal dress. Some time later I decided to depart, I wanted to take her along with me to one or the other GogoS hoping to find “another one” suitable. I asked for the bill and was not that surprised to see that the 1200 was listed on it. I called the Mamasan and informed her that I had already paid it that morning. A short discussion between her and Rosanna before the 1200 was deducted. A stupid attempt to rip me off, or just a mistake? Did she think the 1500 was a tip? I couldn’t and didn’t want to believe that, and later my suspicions were confirmed. The friendship didn’t go as far as she had made out at the beginning.

Anyhow, later on I met Romea and took her along as well. I explained above that Rosanna was nice, horny and willing, which is quite true, but only as long as we were alone together…