Back in Phnom Penh

I had another few nice days in PP. Generally, not much has changed here since my last report. I got Sophann to drive me around quite a lot, of course I went to Svay Pak on a daily basis, in fact on the last day I visited the place twice. The road to Svay Pak has been repaired, the journey is now a lot quicker, and without the potholes all over the road the journey is also a lot more comfortable. PP had luckily just missed being flooded. The Mekong had only needed to rise by another 50 centimetres and it would have happened. I saw myself how high the water had been, it had been, so to say, only the width of a gnat’s bullock from flooding. Just think about it, six months earlier as I had been to PP in the dry season, the water level had been about ten metres lower, it could have even been 15 metres as far as I know. If one takes these dimensions into consideration, 50 centimetres is not that much at all. I had wanted to be taken to the place where the small restaurants were alongside the river, you know, the place where I had poked the girl in one of those overheated huts with the shit-hole in the floor. We couldn’t even leave the main road to get down there, the water was already that high and we would have still had to driven for ages to reach the place. There was probably nothing left of the “restaurants” anyway. On asking Sophann what had happened to the people, he answered that they were now out on the street. The people there really don’t have it all that easy at all.

One evening I had let myself be driven down to the 154^th street (the area between the 63^rd and 158^th ). There was supposed to be something to do for my type of person, I took a look at three different places, they were supposed to be massage parlours. The chicks sit on top of brightly lit up platforms waiting for punters. Wasn’t my sort of thing, why should I visit a massage parlour in Cambodia? The Thai massage parlours are so much better. It’s said that chicks there are available for a bout of ST for a very reasonable price.

At last I have taken a look at Toul Kork, but only whilst sitting in the car. Sophann told me that it was quite dangerous around there and also very dirty, it’s near the harbour where the speedboats and ferries leave for Siem Riep etc.

BTW: A few months ago, a ferry from PP to Siem Riep (Angkor Wat) was assaulted by bandits; I think I prefer to travel by air.

The huts looked the same as those in Pum Tmei, the streets also. Sometimes one really got the impression that one wouldn’t be able to carry on any further, the potholes were terrible. I was there during the daytime, I didn’t get to see any chicks, but then again, you know what I think, Svay Pak is large enough for me.

I also tried out the “Happy Herbs Pizza”, my God, what a classic but not as you now think… It all happened as follows: I asked Sophann whether he used Ganja, shit, or dope (used all the words for the stuff I could think of), to my surprise he answered with yes, so I said Ok, we can share a pizza, I would have to start again on a small scale (hadn’t smoked the stuff for a number of years now). Sooner said than done. Off we went down to the pizza parlour, took a look at the menu and placed an order, we made a point of telling him that we only wanted it “spiced” mildly. Ordered a beer to go with it, sat outside and enjoyed it. We did in fact share the pizza.

Afterwards we made our way to Svay Pak, after a while I found it a little bit strange that I could feel no effect from the pizza and started a discussion with Sophann, about the pizza of course. Suddenly he changed his tune and said “Ganja? That’s forbidden in Cambodia!!” Since asking my question about dope consumption he had not really understood what I was on about, he could not believe that the pizza was supposed to have been covered with the stuff. He had never heard of such things, and I could hardly believe what he was saying – it’s written down in every travel guide. But then again, sometimes Sophann is a little clueless, I don’t mean that in a rotten sort of way, exactly the opposite, he is friendly, honest, and harmless; I started having my doubts about the effect that didn’t seem to want to turn up. BTW: Does anyone know whether hashish is forbidden in Cambodia, I think it is in fact, but also tolerated, even though my travel guide states that it is legal. The Cambodians are not susceptible to the stuff anyway.

Anyhow, I went to my bar in Svay Pak and waited, the effect came over me slowly, very slowly, and only made me tired and grumpy, that was that for the day, I let myself be taken to the hotel and slept for 14 hours, why the hell do I always have to try everything out… By the way, Sophann didn’t feel a thing from the stuff. It’s no wonder; one knows about these things, anyone who has never consumed the stuff has to take it 5 – 10 times before it works.

I visited the Russian market for the first time, and I must say I enjoyed it very much. There are food stalls with all sorts of Khmer and Viet-grub. The market is inside, covered mainly with some sort of covers, I think so anyway, the sun didn’t shine on ones brain, that’s the main thing. One of the main things available are the souvenirs, there is a large choice for a reasonable price. There is not just the normal tourist crap, one can get silver, wood (for example statues or lace work), everything possible and impossible that has to do with Angkor Wat. I walked around for a long time, and my bags were continually increasing until I though about the restricted amount of room in my always full suitcase. Some of the things were very good presents for when I return home.

In the mean time a lot of there Internet cafes have popped up in PP, they are also very cheap, if one wants, one can make a Telephone call for a very cheap rate, it’s better than phoning from a hotel. Something I had forgotten to say about SV: The Internet cafes there (there not really cafes but a sort of office with copying machines and faxes etc) are extremely expensive, but still cheaper than making a phone call to Europe, they wanted six US dollars a minute, I didn’t bother, that really is a rip off. As I said, it’s not like that in PP.

Somebody had recommended the
Lucky Star Hotel
14, Street 336
Tel. 855-23-880 023 / 024, Fax: 855-23-880-024

Costs 20 US dollars. The rooms aren’t that bad at all, a little better than in the Paris. The thing is, there are only single beds, a bit too cramped for me. For anyone who has no problems with this sort of thing, great. Oh yeah, breakfast was served in a small restaurant opposite, I only got a very skimpy menu and always had a plate of soup, always good for the figure at least. Some of the rooms are a bit loud; at the front of the place is a very busy street. To the one side there is a large house being built. Construction noise (is not too bad) starts at about nine in the morning. Apart from these few trivial things, I would say that the hotel is recommendable. Wedding receptions are held there quite often; maybe they needed the restaurant for this purpose. As far as I could make out the hotel seemed to be quite empty, I hardly saw any other guests, It’s not that central either which is not much of a problem if one has a driver on call. Right next to it in the evening there is a sort of red light district down on the street, only Khmer hens, the pimps hang around there as well. One is able to drive up in the car and is able to take a hen with without even getting out. Have never tried it out, as I said, only Khmer chicks. I think this place is known under the name of Keochanda.

During the course of time, I have found out the following things about my favourite hens, the Viets: They have all got one thing in common. When they get stuck into my lucky back with the clobber etc they all give a cry (honest) and their eyes light up, it doesn’t take them that long at all to start trying the stuff on either. I don’t have to urge them one little bit, maybe by just leave stuff lying around a bit now and again. They are very easy to please ) They even let themselves be photographed. Afterwards they even put things back where they belong, is quite amusing. None of them wanted me to shave them; they were a bit “limited” when it came to that. Once the excuse was used that the Mamasan didn’t like such things… Haven’t got a clue what I should think about that. Maybe things would be different during an LT, I think they would anyway. I thought that this time my beard trimmer would maybe not come to use at all Things changed suddenly a few days later… Thank God that most of the younger chicks haven’t got much hair down there. Because of this, most shaves are out of the question, or are not really that necessary. The Thais are different, they have no problem at all with having their pussies shaved, it’s even possible to do one on an ST chick from a Beer Bar.

During my last day in PP, I was naturally once again in Svay Pak, this time in detail. Actually, I had decided on a hen from the Martini for the evening. Just for once a Khmer, well, she did look very sweet. The trouble was that I could not find her, maybe she was already busy. It was already late, about ten in the evening. I decided not to waste the evening and get something preserved. I informed Sophann that I wanted to go to Svay Pak again and asked him if it would be a problem (I was thinking about his petrol costs, it is a few kilometres away), no, no problem at all. The 20 US dollars aren’t that much, some pay 25 but I prefer to give a few US dollars tip at the end of the evening.

So, of we went to Svay Pak. I had never arrived that late before; this made everything interesting in one way. First of all I stopped at the first house on entering just carry straight on. It is new and a few stories high. I had never been in it before. The hens were just having a bite to eat; I was allowed to sit with them, the usual procedure. Ordered a beer, messed about a bit then off into the house with a hen, I wanted to make things clear for an LT. There is a Papasan there. He wanted me to pay 50 US dollars! I had to laugh, I offered him 20, “take it or leave it”. He didn’t want the 20 US dollars; instead, he offered that I could stay in the house for the whole night. I didn’t really want to do that, was much too dangerous and apart from that, I like to do my planning myself. Later on Sophann told me that the man is very very dangerous, I believed him. At some time or other I definitely will stay over night in Svay Pak, just for fun. But the thing is, one is FULLY at the mercy of the place, the men who during the daytime are busy with their billiard tables and are not to be seen within the “flow of traffic” probably sleep in the houses were we leave our money during the daytime.

So, back out again and into my bar, there I met an “old acquaintance” and took her with for 20 US dollars, what else. She could remember me from my last visit to PP. She was the third hen at my going away party in Svay Pak (she was the one who talked a lot, see report). At the time she was very new to the job and shy, her name is Lon, very dainty and very sweet. How many points would you give her on a scale from one to ten? I would giver 100%, not just because she is good looking, but because she is also very loving. My number two in Cambodia this year. I fear that most would place her at number six or so… However, I like here face and mouth!

The pains of saying farewell were not too bad at all, I still had a large part of my holiday ahead of me, two weeks in Thailand. I experienced things there that should have completely knocked me off my chair, in more than one way. Report follows…

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.

Two “Night Owls“ from Sharky’s Club in Phnom Penh, Cambodia.

Just a minute, it’s only midday, and the blessed times of Svay Pak, also named K 11 (because it lies eleven kilometres away from Phnom Penh, or should one now better use the past tense…) are no longer. In earlier days one arrived at Phnom Penh, took a quick shower, grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and subsequently the very first trip one made was down to Svay Pak. Unfortunately some sick bastards got up to no good, which ended up with the police shutting the wonderful destination of Vietnamese whoring down. I even know of people who have tears in their eyes when talking about the place or when looking at old photos (see “Grubert in Cambodia). Yes, the good old days have passed by and are never to return again, they have just gone forever, unfortunately.

So, what is there to do at this time of day? The clubs don’t open until about five or six o’clock in the evening. I went off down to a massage parlour! Rows of girls are sat down on a sofa, some behind panes of glass in the “aquarium” as one knows from visits to Thailand. An hours massage costs about four to six bucks, so off I go to the room. What happens there is discussed under four eyes, the price for the services also. After a bit of haggling, one manages to get the girls down to a more or less reasonable price, the price should in general lie at around 20 dollars. Yes, that is a little expensive, in K11 for the same price one got a good-looking talented and willing girl for the whole night. However, it can be worth it here as well…