My rare comfortable sleep in Asia was rudely interrupted by a ringing room phone at 7 AM. I answered and it was the BKK Fave (previously known as ‘Tummy Girl’) wanting to come up to my room. I was indeed happy to hear from her and said come on up, and laid back down still half asleep anticipating her arrival. Apparently she hadn’t called from downstairs, however, as it took a good 10 minutes for her to get there.

Once she arrived we simply made out on the bed for awhile as she informed me that she was now bleeding a bit heavier. It was probably a good thing, as the day before had been a pretty active day and I anticipated a big evening ahead of me in the Philippines as well. As we were planning to leave for the airport at 10, that meant I had a few hours to kill, and it was nice to have the Fave around to entertain me, though as difficult as it is for me to sleep in Asia, I probably would have been better off staying asleep.

She left about 9 AM as I showered and shaved and shoved everything back in the luggage and prepared for another airport trip. While it’s always exciting to go anywhere in Asia, it had been the Philippines and not Thailand that had consumed 90% of my pre-trip daydreaming. I’m sure everyone has their preference for vacation destinations, but mine was still clearly Angeles City, home of the dirt cheap GFE.

Size 15 was in the lobby checking out as I made it to the lobby at 5 minutes to 10, but predictably Epi was nowhere in sight. I paid up for my one night in Thailand on my return trip before flying home, removed my things from the lobby safe and headed to the back entrance with Size 15 to wait for Epi. We called and he said he was carefully packing his ‘tech’ bag and would be along shortly. 20 minutes later I went up to check on him, and by 10:30 we were ready to roll. AHH, Epi time!!! Epi assured us that Kuwait Air wouldn’t fuck us over if we weren’t checked in an hour before the flight, but with NO traffic in BKK that morning, we actually made it on time. Actually, aside from a busride from Ekkamai station to Pattaya taking forever to leave BKK at mid-day in July, I have never really experienced the heavy traffic in BKK that people tell horror stories about. Of course, my time in Bangkok has also been rather limited.

Boarding was relatively painless, but they did make us hop a SHUTTLE BUS from the gate to the plane, something I had never experienced before with air travel. We also had to re-identify our bags before they were loaded on as an extra security measure, I guess. With only enough BKK passengers to fill that one bus I thought the flight would be empty, but there were a BUNCH of Filipino contract workers returning home for vacation coming from the Middle East already on board. Epi and Size 15 had seats across the aisle from each other, I got put next to a late-20’s chunky (but single) Filipina the row in front of them. She wasn’t at all shy, and talked my ear off for the first 90minutes of the flight before I put my headphones on for a break.

The nosy Filipina wouldn’t take a simple ‘Pampanga’ response for an answer when she asked where we were going in the Philippines, and when the topic of Angeles City came up, she was soon full of questions about our activities there. Eventually all of us were labeled ‘naughty playboys’ and she left it at that. As for her story, she had been a contract worker for 9 years in Hong Kong and Qatar and this was supposedly only her third trip home in all that time. She said she had a friend that USED to work as ‘waitress’ in Angeles, but said her father would ‘kill her’ if SHE ever even visited that place.

The flight was relatively quick and painless, and after about a 5 minute wait for my luggage we were off to find the van to Angeles by about 5 PM. I lagged behind the other two carrying heavy baggage, and Epi spotted his airport date first while MY Airport Girl kind of hid behind them. She finally emerged as I approached, and I gotta tell you, she was definitely a sight for sore eyes! I had really missed that girl, and here it was almost déjà vu all over again with her at the airport in Manila with me.

Our lazy dri-ber was still smoking in the van, so after AG refused to carry my luggage (BITCH!), I lugged it all the way over there to find that this was gonna be a CRAMPED ride to AC, as we had to fit four people in one regular sized back seat, two of them the size of Epi and I! Fortunately AG didn’t take up much room, and spent the whole trip on my lap, most of THAT time right on the sweet spot, and with my hands roaming pretty much everywhere (though she’d adorably JUMP when they went inside her pants!), this ended up being 2 ½ hours of foreplay! How different this was from my first trip, where I think we were both very curious about each other, but I was afraid to even get NEAR her because I felt so funky after the looooong journey from Mexico to LA to the PI.

Traffic was fairly bad, but with two stops for drinks/gas and a pee break, we made it to the Central Park Hotel in about 2 ½ hours. Epi paid the driver upon arrival, tipped him generously, as he ALWAYS does (while I remembered lugging my bags from the meeting area to the van), and then the guy had the nerve to ask for MORE money for GAS, some of which Epi had already paid for! As Epi’s in tight with the management at Central Park, it didn’t take but two whispers from us to have a pow wow between management and the drivers about how NOT to treat future guests, and I’m pretty sure our buddy got cut from the rotation for his little ‘gas money’ stunt. Nice ‘career’ move, Dude.

While the Central Park Hotel sure didn’t look like much from the outside, and there’s some cheesy looking lawn and what looks like a WADING POOL in front, the lobby looked nice enough, and after a lightning quick check-in, we were led to our rooms, which IMO were extremely nice for Angeles for the 25 bucks a night price – most importantly for me, being decently sized, clean, and decently appointed.

Of course what was immediately on my mind was fucking the HELL out of Airport Girl. Of course some marathon showers had to precede that, but delayed gratification is always ultimately satisfying, and despite some feigned shyness on her part upon initiation of intimate activities, it was certainly as good as I remembered things from last time, and after months of CRAVING being with her again, the term ‘hitting the spot’ is a tremendous understatement! Sex with Airport Girl was like a religious experience for me, but unfortunately, that night was to be the highlight of the trip with her. A very NICE highlight, but much disappointment would follow to dampen it.

We were ready to join the party by about 8:30, but Size 15 had apparently crashed for a NAP first, and Epi had already eaten dinner and was running some errand I can’t remember.

As my PI mobile SIM card didn’t work upon arrival (I think they may last 4 months with no activity, but not 6 as claimed), I had to get one, and I was getting quite hungry as well. So AG and I headed down Fields towards Camelot and bought a SIM card and then headed to Sub Delicious for a big slice of pizza. I didn’t much like the pizza there, but I am heavily biased towards American pizza with actual tomato sauce on it. The ‘pepperoni’ was a JOKE, though, looked like some kind of charred hot dog instead. In what was the beginning of a disturbing trend, AG refused anything to eat, despite not eating since before leaving AC at NOON to come get me in Manila. She would not eat so much as a piece of fruit with me for the entire time I was in AC, and despite spending several nights with me, something that would soon start freaking me out.

Epi ended up spotting us at Sub Delicious and said he’d meet us back at the hotel to collect Size 15 in 20 minutes or so, so after finishing up my little snack we headed to the bar there to find several of the same waitresses I had first met at the Orchid Inn in the summer. The owners of the Central Park are the former management team at Orchid, and they brought a lot of the staff with them. These people ended up being the almost PERFECT hotel staff, and they were almost doing BACKFLIPS the entire time we stayed to ensure that we were100% happy with EVERYTHING there. I think there are some physical limitations that the Central Park will always have to deal with, but the location is GREAT, the rooms decent, clean and appear new, and the staff’s attitude is incredible, which makes me think that they will make the place a huge success.

As they’re still new, though, and this IS the Philippines, there will be stuff that falls through the cracks. Size 15 (back amongst the living after a nap) experienced this immediately as he ordered some seafood chowder soup and sent it back because it had NO shrimp in it. After all, the man WAS coming from Thailand, where they don’t exactly skimp on the seafood.

I invited AG to go barhopping with us, but I think we BOTH knew that I’d have more fun if she didn’t, and she graciously volunteered to stay and hang out in my room. As it was Saturday night and there was never any mention of paying a barfine, too, she probably didn’t want to be seen out and about too much, as her normal job was feature dancer at Camelot. She would outwardly claim not to ever care about sneakouts and being seen around with me, but then she’d cringe whenever she’d see someone from her bar, and start cursing a bit under her breath. I never wanted to get her in trouble, but she always insisted that it was OK, and there was never ANY mention of me paying a barfine the entire time I was with her. This attitude would become very interesting when contrasted with Flaca’s when I had my long-anticipated reunion with HER the next day.

Since there was no AG baggage to deal with, I believe we hit Camelot first that night, and despite some horror stories I had heard about the quality of their lineup from reports over the last several months, I thought it to be OK, though I wasn’t at ALL shopping for a date.

Lancelot followed, and as Blazers described in one of his trip reports, the Epi party train REALLY hit its stride there. He had three waitresses on full guard awaiting his attacks but he still managed to get one underneath him for molestation while the others watched and giggled and awaited their turns. Meanwhile, Size 15 and I started hitting the booze (especially Size 15) as I think he was trying to find inspiration in a lineup the dyed in the wool Thailand lover would probably find uninspiring.

By midnight we continued our Champagne Group theme and were in Champagne Bar where we ended up running into my buddy Omega, who appeared to be enjoying himself immensely. Size 15 took a slight interest in a couple of the girls onstage at Champagne, but seemed to be waiting for one to attack him to let him know the game was on, and I think he ran out of patience when he made eye contact with a couple and they didn’t RAPE HIM. The Philippines is sometimes different from Thailand, amigo!

A little later that night we all ended up at Blue Nile, which looked to have a bit of a picked over lineup on a late Saturday night between Xmas and New Year’s. There ended up being four of us plus a barfine plus a couple BN ladies, and the waitresses thought nothing of throwing all bills into the same cup, and as none of us are exactly bill scrutinizers when it’s time to have fun, we really didn’t think anything of it. Until it came time to pay, when it turned into a HUGE hassle.

Epi left me money to pay for his drinks and the girls drinks bought, as he was planning to head out. I had no problem buying Size 15’s 2 beers or whatever he had. That left Omega and his BF, and MAYBE one ladies drink on his tab. But somehow when I asked two different waitresses to separate out the tabs, there ended up being a bunch of tickets in both mine AND Omega’s hands and we got a little red in the face trying to clear the whole thing up.

I can’t say for SURE, but it looked for all the world that we were being double charged for a whole bunch of stuff, but it was SUPER confusing, because they never wrote the girl’s name on the slips for the ladies drinks, just ‘LD’. Plus it sure looked like we got charged for the two rounds that the papasan supposedly sent over free as well. While I was happy and Omega was GEEZED, we were not THAT drunk! Calling the papasan over got us out of paying what we both thought seemed to be an excessive amount, but one of our waitresses (who Epi was sweet on before we both got a SNIFF!!!) later told me she caught hell over errors the OTHER waitress had caused. Anyway, bottom line, watch your bill at Blue Nile, and if you’re in a big party, tell them to SPLURGE for separate cups and write the girls’ names on the ladies drink tickets.

After the BN controversy I wasn’t much in the mood to barhop anymore, plus it was getting late and many bars were already closed. But I did end up in my drunken state taking a walk down Santos and trying to spark some interest in a pretty chick who was pretty much PASSED OUT asleep at an outdoor table when I arrived. I was horny and hot for her, but every time I tried to generate some interest from her in a session, she would barely acknowledge me and then end up with her chin back on the table! While this was an amusing challenge at first, it soon became clear that this chick was a frickin’ ZOMBIE and that I’d have more fun writhing against the table in front of me. While severely tempted to get her to sleepwalk through a BJ anyway, I figured I’d call it a night and head back to see my Honey installed in my bed.

On the way back to the hotel, though, Epi texted me and said that Size 15, who had been in country less than 12 hours, was bailing on AC and heading back to Thailand in the morning. While I don’t think he ever gave AC a chance, I also understand what it’s like to be completely in LOVE with a particular place and have any NEW place come up short in EVERY comparison, as I had experienced a little of this on my trip to Thailand back in July. It was nothing against Thailand, in particular, just that Thailand was DIFFERENT than what I was used to in AC. I’m sure Size 15 felt the same way about AC (the fact that he was surrounded by dirt roads was one comment that was relayed to me), and as I knew all too well, vacation time was FAR too precious to be wasted on something viewed as inferior in any way. I’m sure he ended up far happier in Thailand than he was in his one night in Angeles.

I headed back to the room where AG was still happily playing with my MP3 player (ground the batteries to nubs!!!), and damned happy to see me upon my return. Round two was also quite memorable, and I (temporarily, DAMMIT!) passed out on my first night in Angeles much like I had spent many a night in July with Airport Girl’s LUSCIOUS body molded into mine. OH, it was good to be HOME AGAIN!!!

Photos: Tummy Girl 21 22
Photos: Airport Girl 23 24