As I said at the beginning, it had been a mistake to take a girl along with me from Phnom Penh, and then this particular one. As I found out later on, she was quite often in a bad mood, and completely barmy. After it had sunk in after about the 35^th attempt to explain that I was definitely not buying her a motorbike for 2000 US dollars, her spirit dropped to about zero. After the second or third night, she decided that she wanted to stay in the hotel alone.

Ok, no problem, and off I went for a short time. On returning later that night, we did have a bit of fun, but in the end, I made it clear to her that it would be better if she returned home on her own, because what I really didn’t want was a bitch on my hands. She didn’t agree with me. Early in the morning at six o’clock, I woke her up and she packed her bags… Luckily, I got rid of her without any further problem.

Down at Victory Hill: About 20 bars full of women, but women who were all desperately in need of money. A few cheap guesthouses, a few restaurants (one Indian, a bit small, but super), a large hotel, which lets out pretty good ST rooms for five dollars. I had quite a bit of fun during the first evening in the “Crazy Rabbit”, the Papasan is from Belgium, quite a nice bloke. Paid for a couple of Vietnamese sisters and took them down to the ST hotel (40 for the two of them). It was really good! Of course, I hadn’t known that evening that the girls had only been “borrowed”, they were normally on the game down the Blue Mountain (Phnom Kiu). There is supposed to be a follow-up to the story with these two.

This place is more or less a sleepy little nest, but this is not supposed to be a negative comment. The people here are friendly, even though a representative of the white species is not very common here. The place is somehow a bit spread out. One of the more interesting places to go to is the harbour, and can be reached on a bike within 15 – 20 minutes; the beaches aren’t really near enough to walk down to. If one doesn’t know ones way about, one has to do quite a bit of searching. The first thing I did was take a look at the “Paris Hotel” (not to be mistaken for the PARIS STAR). It has exactly the same name as the hotel in PP. I didn’t like it at all. It was supposed to cost 20 US dollars, I was shown two rooms, the first one had a king sized bed but was very dark, small and musty, It also stunk of cigarette smoke. The second one was a little larger but only had two single beds. Such a room is out of the question if able to be avoided somehow or other. There are also hotels down at the beaches. I didn’t like the location either – because there was not much there at all and a bit far off. After about half the distance, I had a look at the PEAK HOTEL & CASINO. Lies quite nicely at the top of a small slope, at a distance one can look down onto the harbour. I cannot remember the price; I think it was around about 20 or 30 US dollars. I still wouldn’t have used it, not even for free: Small, worn out, musty rooms. Got out of there quick. I took a look at the “Casino” later on: Automats and Croupiers not doing anything due to the lack of guests, but it was midday. In a separate room a sort of baccarat, forget it. Thank God I had a tip from a mate, the

Golden Castle Hotel & Casino
Sangkat No. 4, Khan Mittapheap
Tel: 855-34-933919, Fax: 855-34-933918

After asking around for a while, a motorbike rider explained the way. It wasn’t very central, but not very far from where things were happening. Motorbike riders outside all day and night. There is a Karaoke bar opposite, sometimes with very load music (not to be heard from the room, well not from mine anyway, I was at the back), and there is a restaurant with live music and films. Quite nice during the evening for a bite to eat with the hen, and to get a bit closer to each other over a beer.

The special thing about the hotel: It is nearly brand new. It is lit up in the evening from the outside, and has a lot of yellow light chains. A bit like Las Vegas in Cambodia. One thing is that they have a super discount: 50%! They also have various room categories. The simplest of rooms costs 20 US dollars instead of 40 US dollars. It is fair sized, very well furnished and had a large bed. The view out to the back is looking across to the (very far off) mountains. The next best room is mainly the same; the only difference is that the view is out to the front looking at the (quite far off) sea. This is supposed to cost 25 US dollars instead of 50 US dollars. Then there is a category that costs 30 US dollars instead of 60 US dollars, it’s a little larger than the previous two. Apart from this they have a (but only one) suit. This costs a bit more, I thing it was 35 US dollars instead of 70 US dollars. I couldn’t take a look at it because it was being used. Because the smaller rooms were large enough for my not very simple demands, I took one of the cheaper versions, one with the view out back (who the hell looks out of the window during the daytime, apart from that, the view out back was nearly nicer). I did try to make a deal at the reception, told them that the smallest room was good enough for me, or could he give me the 30 dollar room for 25 US dollars. After thinking about it for a while, they told me that they couldn’t do it. Ok, it’s not Thailand. Nevertheless, I was satisfied with my hotel; I stayed for three or four nights. They accept, like all over the place there, (?) cash only, I even had to leave a deposit of 30 US dollars.

Stupidly enough I had failed to take a photo from the outside, it is really very nice. I have however, taken various shots of the room

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Sihanouk Ville, Cambodia. Out and about during the night: In the ANGKOR ARMS restaurant (opposite the cash machine), an English restaurant, ate well. Yes, who would have though it… The Mashed potatoes were simply great; the steaks weren’t all that bad either. Everything at a reasonable price, I visited the place on a regular basis.

Down Victory Hill at four in the morning, subsequently visited the harbour quarter with a mate… Organised a “hot water bottle”. Went to the hotel at dawn with a couple of sweet girls. Long time for 20 US dollars apiece, chucked one of them out after 30 minutes, she wasn’t motivated and a load of crap anyway. The other was completely the opposite: The whole programme, she unpacked the tube with the jelly cream and shoved her ice-cold middle finger inside me… Suuuuuper! One only comes once and falls asleep like a baby. Gave her a five-dollar tip and kissed her goodbye.

On the first day I went straight down to the harbour where the “music” is supposed to play, well, at least it was the loudest place of all. The natives call the area PUM TMEI. As I have already mentioned, one has to travel for quite some time on a motorbike taxi. Eventually one reaches the harbour area; pass the overseas containers towards the BIBA nightclub. After a while the road forks, from here on it consists only of potholes, which are even worse than in PP. Even the whorehouses are more or less planks of wood nailed together, no comparison to Svay Pak. Even on a motorbike, it is quite difficult to travel along the road, just about walking pace – which isn’t that bad really, because at least one gets to see a little more. The only trouble was the continuous fear of maybe falling off the bike. Another thing that occurred to me was that the hens didn’t try that hard to get one into their hut, they were in fact more or less passive.

So, first of all a quick bit of ST which cost me five US dollars, the Mamasan hadn’t even tried it on by demanding an extortionate price, although one should not forget that such as in PP the whites are charged double right from the start. So, a Khmer only pays about 10000 Riel for ST which is around about two dollar fifty. One shouldn’t get all hot up because of the prices; one could for example see things as a contribution to development aid. So you can see, the press always try to make out that without westerners there would be no prostitution in Asia, haha. The few westerners that come here hardly make a difference at all. In principle, I would say that about PP as well, only there they are more or less among themselves. For example, in Svay Pak (where the countries natives also go for the same purpose) or in Martinis for example. The “mass” meaning the Khmer screw elsewhere, there where we normally don’t go, either because we don’t know of the places, or because there too dirty for us.

I honestly must admit: This Pum Tmei is too dirty for me, and the hens are by no means better than those, for example, in Svay Pak. However, over a period of time, one becomes a sort of “horny skin”. The next time however, I have decided to look for the better of girls, there do happen to be some of them there as well, one just has to keep ones eyes open. The ST was not too bad though, what one could expect. The chick did everything to please me, just like I like things. The whole family were sitting outside in the corridor having a meal, about 20 of them I would guess. They were laughing, enjoying the meal, joked about the Barrang (which probably wasn’t meant wickedly).

After I had shot my load, she went to clean her teeth; I sat outside on the veranda and did a bit of sightseeing whilst having a beer. My hen came out as well and sat down beside me, she was probably hoping for a permanent punter, is quite normal. It’s somehow not quite as comfortable as in Svay Pak. I don’t want to get on your nerves, but it just cannot be compared. After a while, I managed to clear off without taking a further look around. In the other direction, there was more than likely another 500 metres full of small whorehouses.

At this time of the day there is not that much going on, at least one cannot see much taking place. Everyone is just going about their every day lives. Washing has to be washed, meals have to be cooked, the brats have to be looked after, men do their work – hammering or transporting something about in the motorbike trailer. Or they sit down with a beer and let the women work, which of course is always a lot more cushy, for the men of course. I myself, went back to my hotel room after completing my “work”. Had a wash, not that the hen was dirty or anything, quite the opposite. As usual, I had looked for a Vietcong, and she was clean as they usually are. I hadn’t very often seen girls that washed so often as she did. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I don’t very often see girls who screw so much as she does. Anyway, I had sweated enough, and had decided to spend the evening in the BIBA Nightclub. The place is in Pum Tmei, and is on the right after about one or two hundred metres.

During the evening, I went back down to the harbour, one can see the Peek Casino laser show from some distance. I must mention one thing, if I hadn’t been told by various people that SV is safe at night, then I would have been crapping myself by now. The area is actually very appropriate – especially the for the first time, just to let you know. Nothing did happen to me. It was still a bit too early for the BIBA. I went with my driver (by the way, a nice young bloke who unfortunately hardly spoke any English) for something to eat, I don’t know what it was, but I didn’t like it at all. Oh yes, I remember now, one of the dishes was marinated fish heads, why the hell do I always have to try everything out…

Then we did decide to walk through Pum Tmei, above I talked about the better-looking ones, I found one. She was sitting with a few other hens in front of a hut, somehow I was a little unsure, all of a sudden they all, and I mean all of them started staring at me (…. Ooh, a Barrang!). Then there was that with the pot holes, maybe you will laugh now, but when one has to continually look ahead so as not to fall flat on ones face or tread in a deep puddle of water, then one doesn’t have much time to notice what else is going on, and that after drinking about the fifth beer. For this reason, I was glad to have found this young and good-looking hen. Into the hut, onto the couch, the Papasan was quite pissed, another two or three hens turn up with hopes of having a go with me, but not good looking ones, they waited outside as fly catchers. I ordered a beer. Then one of the hens got round me, and I had a bit of ST, haven’t got a clue why, I was just stupid and acted like a newcomer, good that you weren’t there

However, that’s not all, I went with the hen into that “room”, one wasn’t able to see in with it being half-dark so to say. Inside it was a lot darker as outside, at least I could see the Papasan sitting outside sipping his beer when I peered through the gaps in the wall boarding. The hen then gave me a real good blowjob, and sucked me dry right to the very last drop, then she went out to give her gob a wash out. After a couple of minutes she was back again and smiled at me, I then took a photo of her. My God, it was a Khmer, she was made up with white baby powder, maybe the native clientele like that sort of thing…

But seriously now: To tell the truth, one could feel sorry for the hen, she probably doesn’t have that much of an easy life, I think she just makes the best of it.

Finally, I had something to eat with the Papasan, finished my beer off, he kept on at me that I should buy him a beer; he was pissed as a fart. I told him no but promised him that I would be back the next day…. Things like that don’t happen in Svay Pak, sorry, won’t mention it any more.

In the meantime it was time to pop off down to the BIBA, so I happily marched in. I was escorted to a table by a waitress (a table that I had chose myself). There were hardly any guests there, between 10 and 15 Khmer hens. Sometimes they danced to native music, sometimes to western; now and again there was the German Polonaese Blankenese or what ever it is called. Two or three local lads were on the dance floor; don’t know what function they had. I saw an extremely pissed up Khmer, old aged, he was obviously a guest, Had a bottle of black label in front of him on the table. The girls were keeping away from him. Later on a sweet Vietnamese girl of about 16 (took a guess in the half-light, who knows what I would have guessed if it had been lighter) was sat next to him. She sat next to him as if paralysed and seemed to be discussed. No wonder, one could read the filthy fantasies in his red eyes. It didn’t seem to me that she had much choice in the matter. He was groping around on her, but then again he did seem to be too pissed up, a bit of luck for the hen. Not all locals are poor, in my travel guide it states that a lot of people here do dirty business and have a lot, a very lot of money.

What I want to drink, and if I would like a girl? A beer and yes of course, why the hell am I here? I was presented with one, she seemed quite nice, I didn’t make anything of her, just as little as with the other Khmer hens no wonder when taking the evening’s previous events into consideration).

BTW: “Soda Chris”, you reported something from the BIBA and wrote something about a hen who looked a bit like Sophia Loren. Bet your hat against a crate of soda that it was her!! See picture. I realised later when looking at the pictures. I didn’t take her with me; she was very nice but somehow much too decent. I had the feeling that she didn’t want to do a blowjob or something like that, you know, that with the gob – it is really made for things like that!?? And she was most certainly over 25, distinctly. If you don’t do such things at that age… With such an attitude she would be able to apply for German nationality. Anyway, I felt really out of place whilst there, there was nothing going on…

Just for fun, I wanted to try out the “one night room” for four US dollars, I got myself a Vietcong from outside, but then I went. I felt a bit sorry for Sophia, she had tried very hard. She had groped around on me for hours, as far as I can remember I had to pay for her by the hour for the company. Wasn’t very much though. There were four or five other westerners there that evening, she wouldn’t have earned that much anyway, apart from if things get going later in the night. Doesn’t matter, didn’t go to BIBA again, wasn’t my sort of place. Outside I found a young hen who I took to the hotel, she was a little “stronger”, but a flop, chucked her out at six in the morning, she just got on my wick.