I LOVE Svay Pak (K11), it’s about 11 kilometres away from PP. I went there every day, one drives for about 30 minutes down a road full of potholes, past the typical Cambodian way of life. Huts, old cars, lorries packed with people. Everything is very dusty during the dry time of year; during the rain season it is impossible to avoid the mud. Suddenly, on the left a sign for condoms, one turns in here and off you go: The girls come pouring out, laughing, waving, and trying to get one to stop. In Svay Pak there must be around 300 chicks (realistic estimation made by my driver). Most of them (maybe even all of them) are Vietnamese and under 25 years of age. They are simply lovely – well, as far as I am concerned they are anyway.

So, normally the first thing to do is to get past all of the hens; I always like to sit out at the “bar” for a drink first of all. Depending on what time it is either a coke or a beer. My “bar” (there are numerous possibilities around this place) is the one at the very back on the right hand side. One is able to sit outside at one of two or three different tables; one is also able to get something to eat from the peddlers who roam around or at one of the stalls. One dollar for a drink. The driver parks the car round the corner and waits. It’s very amusing and interesting to watch what’s going on. Every time a car or moped-taxi arrives with a “Barrang” or Jap, a bell will ring (is probably set off somehow at the entrance) and the chicks will storm out and get into position. Sometimes they try to get pedestrians in there with a little urging. Sometimes there are also other tourists sitting in the “bar”, now and again conversations are held. Girls try to catch ones eye; they even cross the road to try to chat one up. Now and again one even has the enjoyment of a massage, and that free of charge. 

This is where I got to know T, a German who had been working in BKK for nearly two years. To be able to apply for a business visa one needs to leave Thailand on a regular basis, this being the reason why he flies to PP every three months. We got to know each other (during my first visit to PP) and went around the various establishments together. Was quite amusing, he knew the ropes and arranged the prices. We walked from one place to another, had a beer here and there and messed around with a few of the girls. There are normally pretty comfortable places to seat oneself in most of these places, mainly old leather couches and armchairs behind curtains that are there to obstruct the view of gawping tourists passing by. The girls are mainly well behaved, the Mamasan inquires to which girl one wants. We always wanted something to drink (1 dollar) and to mess around with a few girls on the couch. Sometimes we bought the girls a coke. If we felt like a shag and one or two of the girls appealed to us, then we would do a deal with the Mamasan. Short time for five US dollars would be agreed upon beforehand. They try to get more out of one, so make sure that they realise that you know all about the price of “things”. Never pay any more than absolutely necessary, this will end up ruining the prices.

Everything happens (even the screw later on) in a very relaxed and pleasurable atmosphere, all this without any time pressure at all. T and I were just about always in a very good mood; we messed around with the chicks and told jokes, and in general had a really good laugh. Then we went off to the room. The rooms are furnished in a very simple manner. Mainly a bed that is a little bit higher than usual, this is good for the screw doggy fashion, or one is able to sit nicely on the edge of the bed for a decent blowjob. The girls know exactly where there place in life is There is a fan, a few coat hangers and one of the rooms even had air conditioning. In one of the places they even have real showers en suite. These rooms are of course the absolute luxury ones. Normally the showers consist of a rainwater basin down stairs, and one has a shower by pouring or letting the water be poured over ones nut with a ladle. The bog is in the same room, this is mainly a small hole in the corner. First of all one is pretty shocked at what things are like, later on everything seems just normal having in general got used to how things are. The hens find all this normal anyway.

Once whilst giving me a shower, one of them just pissed on my foot and laughed. As an old friend of water sports it instantly made me really horny )) So if necessary, take a shower beforehand and afterwards. What can I say about the girls themselves, well, they really do give it their best to satisfy one, competition is always lurking nearby. A blowjob with a shot in the mouth/face is pretty much standard, if desired. One can screw as long as one wants to, well; I have never had the feeling that I was under any time pressure at all which is something I find really great for the price. The girls are always willing and there is always a lot to laugh about. Afterwards I give them between one and two US dollars tip. Long time costs 20 US dollars, pay time is afterwards, except when having long time. To be on the safe side, come to agreement about the price beforehand, because one or the other Mamasan could have other thoughts (some have to pay anything up to 50 US dollars).

I have never been ripped off, and none of them have every stolen anything from me. I have always had a safe feeling in Svay Pak. Must say thought, that I was always there during the daytime (I think it opens just before 11 o’clock) and kept an eye on my stuff, meaning for example that I never went for a shower without taking my trousers with me. LT has to be paid for beforehand. One agrees upon a time with the Mamasan (mainly eight or nine o’clock) when the hen has to be picked up from the hotel. This always works out very well. If I am satisfied, and up to date I have always been satisfied, I give the chicks a five-dollar tip in the morning. 

Once T and I had a small “party” in the hotel, we still had different hotels. We both took a hen with us and got an extra room in his hotel for the night (at that time it was the very bad Morakat Hotel). We bought something to eat from the supermarket; we had fried duck and suckling-pig to take away, a few fruits, something to drink and then off we went to the hotel. First of all, we had something to eat and afterwards took a Viagra. Was my first (good) experience with vitamin V. I sniffed it because as one knows, 98% of sex happens in the head (only joking, haha….). We went our separate ways to our rooms, no group sex. It was still quite amusing, now and again we visited each other and had a real good laugh.

Managed four bouts during the night, and what bouts they were!! My hen was called Srilan and I found her very very sweet. The room only had a couple of single beds; the first one was completely sweaty after about an hour or two. This tender thing and the shy look in her eyes. Although during the afternoon I had given her a trail ST, I was still being careful with her. She lay face down, me on her back with my thing in as far as it would go, I was sweating like a pig, can’t claim anything else. At first it was a bit embarrassing until I realised that she was very willing and did everything (just like we always want it). She could hardly move her head, it was turned to the side and I was lying with my 90 kilos on top of her. The juice ran off my head into her face, she licked it off!! We snogged like mad, she was pretty much at her best as well. Of course I now gave it all I had got, I gave her the works all right, in all variations, in fact I was giving it 110% effort, and that for quite a long time too (I’m not a fast shooter anyway, hehe). Those who know me know where the first shot has to land ) I knelt over her and she opened her mouth as wide as she could….  Aaahh, what a pleasure….

In between I went over to T. (Srilan came along with me), he felt pretty good. He told me that his had been so wet that the juice (her own of course) had run down the inside of her thighs when doing it doggy fashion (She really had been dripping like a gravel lorry….). And although T has a lot of possibilities (the stories he tells me are topics for themselves, he also speaks quite fluent Thai), he is always satisfied when in PP. I wanted to go and get another hen but nothing became of that, so I would have liked to swap hens for an hour or so (so what, we were amongst ourselves , but my hen didn’t seem to be very happy about that, surprised me a little, didn’t want to get into her again, had been a super evening. I was lying in the second bed in Ts room, under the blanket together with Srilan; I became horny once again and decided that I had to get stuck into her again. Told T that I had to sort some business out and disappeared back to my room together with Srilan and my three-man tent for the next round. Got up early. This rhythm is quite pleasant; one has more from the day as in BKK.

During the night, I woke up as horny as could be, so, switched on all lights and got on the chair for a screw. First of all from behind, I bent her over the armrest. In-out, in-out, in-out. Then I sat down. A mirror was there as well, I used the mirror to see how she rode me. Later on, Srilan was allowed to sit on the floor in front of me and give me the works, she was good at that, gave me a nice bit of head, up and down and in and out and with her hands to the left and right just as she had learned. During the action, she looked at me with her large dark eyes. Just before I came and could only croak the words “Good girl, yes, yes, that’s goooood” or something like that (there was a bit of German mix in as well), she cheekily grinned and gave me the rest. I grabbed her hair to hold her head still, and wanked directly into her mouth. I shot my load right onto her tongue. I sometimes ask myself where the hell does so much stuff come from. Both the chicks were supposed to be picked up at eight the next morning, so I set the alarm for six, for a lovely dreamy morning screw. Unfortunately at the time I had no digital Kamera. I gave her a ten-dollar tip. T complained afterward saying that I shouldn’t ruin the prices. He’s right. In future I will put the brakes on, ten US dollars is a hell of a lot of money in Cambodia.

After this night it was clear to me that one day I would return to Cambodia….

During my last visit I was constantly in Svay Pak. Actually, the first time I went there I had also wanted to visit the Temple in Angkor Wat, then that crap with the robbery happened and I had lost interest in cultural things (although there is supposed to be a lot to do for us in Siem Riep). I had decided to travel to BKK with T. At least I have seen the “Killing Fields”, something one should definitely see when in PP. Cambodia is really a little too large for me, I don’t really need PP either, no massage, no disco, at best the unreal opportunities down at the Mekong. The Svay Pak is really enough for me, that’s it, that’s why I go there.

On the day before my last there, I got out at the front of SP. Sent the driver to the bar and went down to the houses, one or two quickies and had a chat with the Mamasan. How long had I got left there, one week? Where do I live, in Hawaii. Where do I come from, Europe (Where the hells that?). What’s my name, London. Cambodia isn’t Thailand, although she wasn’t stupid, she hadn’t cottoned on, even though I had spelt out my name, “L-O-N-D-O-N”. I always keep things like this now; they don’t need this type of information, only to my disadvantage. Then I went down to the bar for a drink. Opposite me were the two hens from the day before, they were stood there waving. The both of them had come over to me the day before in the bar, they had given me a massage and tried to chat me up, they weren’t the best looking of girls, but I still got a bit hot and thought, so what, life is short.

One of them was a bit plump but very nice, the other had scars in her face and on her body, but still a sweet little thing, the picture doesn’t do her justice, there not used to being photographed because it is strictly forbidden there. So If you happen to end up here, don’t talk about it!!! I really enjoyed the screw with the two of them, one just has to love them, just like all the hens.

So the two of them are waving again and of course I have to laugh. But I am not ready yet, need a short break and give them a signal letting them know, no not yet. They still come over and try it on. I told them that today I am very tired, but we can do it again tomorrow (standard excuse). They go back to where they were and have something to eat. I also have something to eat myself, a duck soup with flies’ eggs, and that with chopsticks. Rüdiger Nehberg (German human rights activist and survival expert) would have been proud of me. Anyone can eat fly larva, but with chopsticks? That’s survival training!

In the meantime, I had gathered my strength again, and a small chick had caught my eye, she was in the same house as my two bonny girls. I tried to imagine what we could all do together and got horny again. I’m not a friend of superlatives, but the next day one has a good reason to try something new. I wave the two across and make them understand that I find their friend very nice; she is subsequently called across by the two. In the meantime, I have got extremely “hot”, it’s no wonder, the three of them have made a great effort to get me going. My attempt to see off my driver must have gone wrong, there was a general sniggering all round me as I crossed the road with the three of them and disappear through the entrance. First of all onto the couch, of course we have a bit of time. Bought a round of drinks, for the Mamasan as well, she’s pissed again, because her mother died yesterday (haha!). The Mamasan isn’t that bad at all, if back in Germany I would have been glad to shag her. We spend a bit of time flirting then agree upon a price, as usual 3 times 5 which is 15 US dollars.

In the room I (it’s the house with the shower) first of all snogged and groped with the hens. After the shower all those present were aloud to suck my prick, this at least stopped them jabbering so much. To tell the truth it was a bit too much, I couldn’t understand a word and they had amused themselves. I didn’t manage to stop them completely, so what, for ST it was ok. Finally, I shagged the three of them, swapped around a bit. After a while I had had enough. Hadn’t shot my load (one doesn’t always have to shoot ones load, or does one?), just pulled it out of the girl.

I then realised that the plump one was standing next to me pulling a face. I haven’t got a clue why. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed completely finished off and sweating. I slap her around the backside with the flat of my hand, I smile at her to try and get her in a better mood. She then said with a beam on her face: “Bum Bum ?? with meeeee???” and got into position. She had really been a bit jealous, or had been under the impression that she had not been given enough (or less than the others). She had been the first of the three to chat me up and felt that she had the most rights. She had understood the slap to be a request!

That’s the right attitude, what do you think? Anyway, I did her the favour and screwed her once again. The girls just want you to have a good time; you are supposed to feel good. So, under the shower again and down to the Mamasan. I bought her a beer and after a quarter of an hour I asked her if I could ask her a question. I meant just amongst our four eyes so she sent the girls out of the room. I asked her if she would show me her pussy. She did so straight away and laughed. She was wearing a short black skirt which she pulled up, she dropped her slip down to her knees. I didn’t want to get stuck into her, not even with a barge pole because what I saw didn’t please my spoilt eyes. Not a very nicely trimmed forest of pubes, a huge shiny self-confidant but very ugly twat. Ok, I said thanks and went on my way.

A little later, I met an old friend a few houses further on: Srilan!! I had been looking for her a few days ago but hadn’t been able to find here anywhere. She now works in a different house. Of course, I had to take her along with me for the night. After the stormy greeting, we sat down on the couch. Unfortunately, the Mamasan had seen my gleaming eyes and knew what was going on. She told me a load of bullshit; I would only be able to take her along with me if I also took a friend of hers along with me as well. Ok, I didn’t have anything against that, but she wouldn’t haggle, I had to pay the 40 US dollars, it was worth it though. By the way, it was by a long way not that good with Srilan as during the first time, maybe she was a bit put off by the other girl, somehow she didn’t seem to me satisfied with the fact that she alone was not the centre of attraction. So what! I gave the cow all I could that night, whereby the friend of hers was a lot more fun, she was a small sweet bitch. Maybe I will lay her flat on her own next time, she is willing to do anything one want’s, photos as well.

A small anecdote on the side: I actually did have to show the hens how the lift worked, very exciting.

One morning we set off to the Mekong to Kien Svay, outside of town. Was to get quite amusing. Sophann had told me something about girls who sold fruit and drinks etc at the side of the road. Sometimes it is possible to have one of them for a bit of what one needs, sounded interesting to me. On the way to the river I stopped at one of these “stalls”, there was nothing doing with this chick, she had other interests. We did have a nice talk though and a couple of beers. We carried on to the river. At the Mekong there are houses, or should I say huts on stilts, they stand directly in the water. One is able to get something to eat and drink there, and there are of course, a few hens there as well. First of all I drank a few beers and eat some to me unknown very tasty fruit that I bought from a peddler (came up to the house in a boat). The beer made me want to go to the bog – the bog was just a hole in the floor of the hut, the Mekong was flowing below the hole and small fish were waiting for their feed, splash!!!

There was only one chick there, the others had all gone home for the new years festival (is celebrated in Cambodia and Thailand in April). She wasn’t that good looking but there was something about her I liked. Apart from that, there was one thing that I just wanted to experience; I wanted to get my end away in one of these houses on stilts. Cost 10 US dollars, not that cheap but was worth it, I sorted things out: jamjam ok, and as much time as I want. We went into one of these rooms, a bit skimpy, there was a small table with a fan stood on it, a bed, and of course the hole in the floor which we all in the meantime know about. Beforehand she had fetched a tub of clean water just for me. The hole also had another function; it was also used as a shower. The girl was over 20 years of age, but as many in this country she looked a lot younger. She was quite an amusing little thing but really got going. First of all a blowjob, then I shoved it in. There was only one thing wrong, it was midday and the sun was shining with great intensity onto the roof. The fan was going full power but it must have been at least 35 degrees in the room. After about 30 minutes, I was pretty much knackered. I though to myself just don’t get into a stress situation, one doesn’t always have to shoot ones load. I then spent at least ten minutes with my head in front of the fan, she had a “shower”, and in between.

I won’t forget that experience very quickly at all, the girl was ok, and afterwards I gave her a five-dollar tip which seemed to make her very happy. She led me arm in arm down to the car, not that it bothered me very much, but the whole atmosphere was pretty good, everything was very simple, but good. By the way, she was the only Cambodian girl who hadn’t wanted to rip me off.

In general, when talking about the girls, I would say it is all very much “harder” and less personal than in Thailand, normally they all want to rip you off. Take note that this is mainly said of the Cambodian girls and not the Vietnamese, that’s why I go for the latter. Within 8 days stopover in PP, I have maybe had about ten Cambodian girls; of these ten, nine (the others) wanted to rip me off. I could say that this has never happened with Vietnamese girls. Slip-ups can happen on both sides. The Vietnamese are also a lot further in the way of hygiene as far as I am concerned. Some of the Cambodian girls smelt a little, this is something that I had not experienced before, especially not in Thailand. Apart from that, many of them have a strange hairiness around their Fannies: Just a sort of in between thing. Somehow reminds me of the beard of a 98-year-old Asian man. Just imagine the toothless mouth and face covered in the few hairs that they normally have, there is a similarity to the girls Fannies, you wouldn’t like to shove your thing in there would you now? Hehe.

Arrived at the bus company early in the morning (there are a few buses making this trip each day), and set of on the five hour journey after checking in and waiting for a short while (one is given a numbered coupon for ones luggage).

The journey went all right, even though the seating was a bit tight, „VIP“ bus is a little better. One is given a bottle of water, and they hand around a few snacks. The bus also has a WC. The bus stops at a restaurant in Kampong for about 30 minutes after about half the journey has been completed (quite good). The stewardess explained a few interesting things during the journey, she also told me personally that normally the busses are somewhat more comfortable (also those to Saigon, the company also provides a service on this route) and that during the evening she had a bit of free time, ok, not that direct, she tried to tell me carefully. Of course, I couldn’t be bothered at all with anything complicated, and the main thing was that I was visiting Siem Reap because of the girls. During the halfway stop, she offered to buy me the local speciality, fried giant spiders. I thanked her and turned the offer down .

The bus had hardly turned into the stopping place in Siem Reap when a huge pack of motorbike taxis turned up. Signs reading “500 Riel only” were held up. A lot of the bikes had a sort of a trailer with a roof. Great, so there would be no problem transporting my much too extensive luggage. I looked around for a driver I thought I might be able to trust, and found some young friendly bloke. During the journey he started the usual conversation, whether I preferred to stop in a different hotel (so that he could get a commission), how long I was staying for, and whether I was in need of a driver for a visit to the temple. I thought about the last offer, because I was indeed in need of a driver. Due to my first impression of him seeming to be confirmed (later as well), I booked him for the evening so that he could show me around some of the bars and the massage parlours. I gave him two dollars, because the 500 Riel (about 10 – 15 cents) would have been ok with it being offer, but was hardly enough to pay for the petrol for the journey.

This is the hotel I chose:

Angkor Saphir Hotel
#82 National Road No. 6
Siem Reap Town
Tel 092 9302619 – 016 37 25 35 – 063 96 53 39
Email: saphil@mobitel.com.kh

Overall, I was very satisfied with the place. A small restaurant (good for breakfast). The internet connection wasn’t working at the time, but there was an internet café about 50 metres further on down the road. The room cost 20 – 25 US dollars, all depending on the size. I took a large room, which unfortunately was up on the third floor. The trouble with this was that the air conditioning, which was not what one would call over-dimensioned, was only just able to keep the place cool. The service was very friendly, girls (of course) no problem.

Siem Reap is a nice, small, pretty clean, and peaceful little town. This is something I wasn’t expecting at all. One can see that the town is on the up and coming, they have spent a great deal of cash on the roads and infrastructure. No wonder, Angkor Wat and the other temples in the vicinity attract a great deal of international tourists who bring a lot of money along with them. The fact that a large hotel has been built smack bang in the middle of the historical grounds so close to the temple can be seen with different points of view. The big “run” hasn’t really started yet; the town and facility still have a lot of the original charm, well, as far as this is possible. The best thing to do is visit the place as soon as possible, who knows what it will be like in about ten years time.

Ok, the infrastructure is as it should be, although the days of having to take cash along with one… There are plenty of cash point, internet cafés, supermarkets, shops, and boutiques etc. For example, one of the glasses in my specs fell out, which left me without a clue what to do because it hadn’t been that cheap in the first place. I thought I would have to spend the rest of my holidays with my reading specs. I decided to let my driver take me to an optician, and what do you know! They were able to help me. He made me a new glass within 24 hours. Back in Germany, it would have cost me about 300 Euros (synthetic and bifocal). What did I have to pay here? A mere 50 US dollars including the price for the work. My optician told me later that the quality was ok. See what I mean…

Lets knock about a little down Phnom Penh, first of all during the daytime… Here a few pics of the “Riverside”, what is meant is the well developed tourist area down by the river, the Tonle Sap (which merges nearby with the Mekong). We meet the scene down there, assorted as it normally is. Backpackers, with their rucksacks, half-length safari shorts, and sandals, their eyes wide open (“oh adventure”), meet the restaurant scene down there, completely westernised. They sit down by the river and shovel in a plate of spaghetti or a tomato toast. If wanted a single malt whisky is served or maybe some other drink, which a few metres further on one would order in vain. It is Phnom Penh’s tourist town, far off from its originality or the charm it would normally provide.

The other extreme, the begging kids, or others, who by all means with persistence, want to sell you a set of postcards with well-known motives for an extortionate price. Fishermen’s boats, which provide whole families with a home, go about their meagre shopping possibilities on the river. People taking a bath in the river, could be an old granny half-naked who is cleaning herself, of a young girl who without hesitation jumps completely naked into the river for a wash. Of course, they don’t do this for pure pleasure, I am sure that if they had the chance to take a decent shower they would do so. Nevertheless, nobody is ashamed, it is all completely normal.

Cheeky motorbike taxi drivers (and the drivers of the Tuk Tuks that have been available in recent times, roofed motorbikes) provide by shouting out to passing by tourists extortionate offers to travel from A to B, or to the next massage parlour. Alternatively, they make offensive comments about the company of the declining tourist, this with a dirty smile on their faces – as a choir, those are the motor bikers.

Another funny thing is, it seems to be an illustrious society that one is able to observe from the safety of ones basket chair in the expensive restaurant, it is similar to sitting in the cinema watching a film. Ancient lorries loaded with all sorts of goods, the omnipresent “Khmer taxis” (motorbikes with trailers on which up to 50 people can travel) whoosh past in the everyday traffic. And of course the “Happy Herb Pizza” where one is able to order ones “unhappy”, “happy”, or “extra happy” pizza, without extra charge.

That’s Phnom Penh’s “showpiece mile“, the street has been developed perfectly, clean, nicely arranged, and also providing a feeling of security. One nearly feels as if one has been transported to the Côte d´Azur. If one travels 50 metres further, one will find quite the opposite situation, which brings one back to reality… This is the real Cambodia, the third world of course.

By the way, from a sex-tourists point of view, you can completely forget the area…

One Evening in „MARTINIS“ I met HER: LT for 20 US dollars, nice, quite a good performance, and cute. She was in my category, weight up to 45 kilos…. I must say though that she was a bit narky at times, I had to let her know what’s what, anyhow, the session worked out well in the end.

Took a few vids, she danced for me in the hotel in front of the telly and sung Khmer karaoke songs for me, something one doesn’t forget quickly, especially when one takes a look at the videos at a later date ) Even though she was a bit narky at times still I booked her twice. Would I be able to get something like that in my country? Nooooo… Not even for a hundred times the price!! Somehow it’s priceless and only happens here. 

This one here for example, was pretty good as well…. The Khmer-hens tits are just sensational… From outside they (when the blouse still hasn’t been opened) seem to be a bit small, when they are “unpacked”, they are large and just beautiful (sorry about the emotion) and they feel like… My God!!!! Have groped around on a hell of a lot of tits in my life, German bitch’s tits (Baaah!!). Brazil and Cuban were quite nice though when talking about this sort of thing, Thailand sometimes not too bad. I hate plastic tits…. But here…. Oh man, hasn’t just got its own consistency, it’s a genuine experience. Was new to me, and that at my age!