Just got back from first-ever trip to Asia. A verse from a great gospel song may be appropriate at this time. "I once was lost, but now I'm found, was blind but now I see."

I had, of course, been very impressed by the great trip reports and wealth of info on Thailand that had been compiled already.

However, LOS was discovered and rediscovered many, many years before by many, many people. Therefore, Thailand had always, in my mind, been a "touristy" place. Not really my bag. I guess that's why I never wanted to go.

It was these trip reports from Cambodia, (and the Phillipines) however, that really planted the seed for me to make the trip halfway around the world.

I will be adding material to this report as I go. I didn't go around with a notepad, but I will faithfully recount this trip as I remember it.

Originally wanted to go the to the Phillipines in all honesty. I saw where famous globe-trotter and Mexican pussy expert Porker was heading there yet again in early April. I had hoped to maybe catch a glimpse of him, or maybe get close enough to get an autograph. I read where Villagran St. in Monterrey doesn't quite do it for him anymore--only to help him get over "the speedbumps."

Anyhoo, I priced tickets to the PI several times, but the fares were just too damn expensive. The BKK trips on the other hand were a lot more user friendly. I finally pulled the trigger on a super-low roundtrip fare from St. Louis to BKK--tax, title, and licence came out to $707. I paid more than that for my first trip to Argentina.

Once I locked in on that fare, I began to spend A LOT MORE TIME on the CH board than I normally would. Reading, re-reading, cutting, pasting etc...I became a CH board junkie.

Since my trip dates didn't coincide with any possibe buddy hookups, I knew I better be halfway up to snuff going it alone.

The first long leg of the trip, Chicago to Tokyo, was an excellent flight. About half full with great views of the Canadian Rockies. High frozen mountains.

The second leg, Tokyo to BKK was seven hours jammed into a sardine can. Was I ever glad when we touched ground about midnight. Had just enough time to check in, get some Thai Baht and a cab to Hotel Dynasty.

Checked into my room, cleaned up a bit and OH BLOODY HELL, saw that it was now about 1:40 in the a.m. Still decided to walk over to NANA. Had a beer in the garden, then walked into a go-go place on the ground floor on the right hand side. Went in and coulnd't believe the amount of young, sweet, talent up there wiggling around. As Adam Sandler said in the role of Little Nicky, "this is friggin awesome."

More to come...

Gregorio

Just keep yourself from imploding for another two days and I'll be back to fill in the gaps. Perhaps Da will let KM out as well and we'll do the town PROPERLY!!

Say... you ever been to Pattaya? *evil chuckle*

E

It's always fun for me to read about new experiences in SEA, brings back great memories from my first trip and falling in love with LOS. It certainly sounds like you have an adventuristic streak to go along with the well developed horn dog streak. My hats off to you. For me, I couldn't have imagined going to Cambodia on my first trip. It took me several years to figure out that Cambodia had a definite allure, but by that time, I had missed out on the heyday of Svay Pak -- ya snooze you lose right. But Cambodia is still awesome IMO.

Looking forward to the rest of the report.

I gotta tell you guys, Mr. Ben Wee, previously praised on this board, was a great guide. What I'll probably do, is continue with the report from right here. Do I just hit "start new thread'? I'm that much of a newbie...Thanks

Mr. Gregorio, please include as many pics of cambodia as you can. Looking forward to your report. Thanks!

Simply continue to add messages like the last one. The Start New Thread button appears when you first create a topic. You should only use that when splitting a report into chapters, which we usually do not recommend unless the chapters are very long.

After the last call sounded, bummed out that I didn’t get a chance to at least cop a feel from a couple of the hotties up on stage, I headed back to Dynasty.

In the lobby bar there were several punters and their ladies (and lady boys) sitting around drinking. I sat down at the bar, ordered a beer (what else) and started chatting with a nice guy from North Carolina, probably about 50. He said he comes to Thailand about four times a year. Lucky bastard. We got to talking. I told him I was scheduled to head to Phnom Pehn the next day at noon. I told him of my plans to do three nights in Cambodia, then back to Thailand for four days in Pattaya. He said it was not near enough time. He was spending three weeks there. He loved Pattaya best of all, but enjoys Soi Cowboy in Bangkok immensely as well.

We exchanged e-mail addresses. He heads back to his hotel down the street and I order another beer and start chatting with a young guy from Los Angeles, Calif. Soon a nice, albiet hungover Brit comes over and joins us. We spend the next two hours or so discussing everything under the sun. The Brit was an ex-boxer, and I used to be somewhat of a boxing historian, so we had a good time ranting about fights that most guys on this board have no recollection of. Do you remember Barry McGuigan vs Stevie Cruz?

Finally, about five in the a.m. I realize I better hit the hay. I had to get up the next day by 9 a.m. to buy my ticket and get out to the airport. Bummer. The funny part is that I actually entertained the thought of blowing off Cambodia altogether in my drunken rationale. Why run way out to the airport, pay the taxi, pay the plane ticket ($200 USD roundrtip), pay the departure tax ($12 USD), pay the Cambodian visa ($20 USD) etc, etc, etc……We’ll I was about to find out why it was ALL WORTH IT!

Needless to say, the next morning came all too soon. My alarm clock sounded about 8 a.m., and although not really hungover, I was very tired and still pretty buzzed from the beer.

As much as I hated it, I decided to grin and bear it. So I headed downstairs and down the street to the Thailand Tourist Office. Bought the ticket to Phnom Pehn and got a Dynasty Hotel taxi out to the airport for the noon flight.

As I had heard about on the board, the traffic in the neighborhood was terrible. It took about a half hour to get on the expressway, but once we did it was smooth sailing out to the airport.

The plane left on time, I settled in for the short flight and started chatting with a solo male traveler in the seat in front of me. As Gomer Pyle used to say “surprise, surprise, surprise.” He turns out to be a fellow hobbyist who had just spent the last few days in Pattaya. He had never been to Cambodia before either. Time passed quickly and before we knew it, the necessary documentation was filled out and we were on the descent into Phnom Pehn. The plane came out of the low-hanging clouds and there it was in all its glory—the place I had read so much about, and wanted to visit so badly. It was hard to believe I was there.

We all got off the plane, loaded on a bus to the terminal. Once in the terminal we had to line up and faced a grim-faced crew of immigration officials. I had heard about the “no land of smiles” line before, and did it ever ring true.

It took about a half hour to pay the money, get the stamps, jump through the hoops, etc. Finally I was walking out the door of the airport, I saw a guy, younger than I had pictured in my mind, holding up a sign with my name on it.

It was of course Mr. Ben Wee, number one Cambodian tour guide.

Mr. Ben puts my bags in the trunk of his car, and soon we are turning out of the airport and onto the streets of Phnom Pehn. Well the first thing that popped into my mind was “motorcycle mania.”

I had never seen so many motorcycles in all my life. The streets were teeming with people and motorcycles. Just a steady, endless stream of people riding motorcycles. There were probably 20 percent cars, 80 percent motorcycles.

I was also struck by the city itself. It was not a “shithole” as I had heard one reporter describe. I liked the way it looked. It was old, kind of run down, but had a definite charm.

We finally pulled in front of the Hotel Hawaii and I checked in. The price was $22 USD. Went up to the room and was pleased. Good AC, good TV, good bathroom. A comparable room in the US would be $50 and up.

It took a while for me to get all my money organized and clean up a bit, but in about a half hour I was back downstairs where Mr. Ben was waiting. We got in his car and I said “let’s go out to Svay Pak, but first let’s head over by the river to an outdoor café and have a beer first.” Ben knew just the place.

I am glad Mr. Wee is getting good business because of his honesty and dedication. He made my trip worth while. I would not even go to Cambodia again if he was not available. Can't wait to read the rest of this report.

Blazers, as you know, he is number one Cambodian tour guide! I will definitley see him someday again...

Be careful telling a Cambodian they are "number one". "Number One" of course being the local brand name of Cambodian condoms.

Where are the cambodian pictures!!! take care and thanks.

Andres, Where are your pics? Where are your trip reports? Chilllll.

Sorry Gregorio, Andres has been a gadfly on an elephant's ass for the longest time. I'm glad you bit the bullet and took the trip. Your initial musings about whether to go or not is something I know well since the same debate within me caused me to cancel several earlier planned trips to Cambodia b/c LOS was so good.

Merlin, I gotta admit if I had somehow gone to Pattaya the next day, there would have been about a zero percent chance I would have ever made it to Cambodia. I came close, real close to doing just that.

In regards to Sancho's post. Thanks for filling me in on that bit of cultural trivia. Just to play it safe, from now on I will refrain from calling the New England Patriots number one, because in the USA number one is urine.

I think the next portion of my trip report should be titled "SLEEPLESS IN CAMBODIA."

Ben and I sat for a while at the sidewalk cafe by the river. Our waitress was a young girl who spoke pretty good English. She said she had a very strict English professor who told the class "you can learn anything if you like it." Wise words.

Finally we took off and headed out to K11. Ben told me the now paved road up until recently was almost a muddy, potholed path. Ah the good old days.

After about a 20-minute drive, Ben turns off and we are in what looks to me like a poor neighborhood. He makes a few turns, then we pull up to a restaurant. I thought "this is it?" Across the steet and on either side of the restaurant were buildings with rollup metal garage doors with locks on them. If I didn't know I was where I was, I would have never suspected anything. It was about 4 p.m. bright sunshine.

Anyway, we sit down at the restaurant, I order a beer (St. Louis area guy). Ben orders a meal that I bought. It was freshly cooked excellent chinese likefood. It only cost about a buck fifty. While we are sitting there the mamasan asks me if I want to see the girls. I said OK. So she takes me back to the back of the restaurtant, we walk down some sidewalks, turn a couple of corners, we come to a door, she unlocks it, I go in. Sit down and soon a reeeeal young girl comes in. I immediately say "too young bye." So she leaves.

Then I wait about five minutes, here comes two more. They don't look as young. Both are fine. One is a super hottie. Young, beautiful, perfect perky cupcake titties. I think we have a winner. Once she disrobed I was stunned by her beauty. She was flawless. Schwiiiing.

After the session, I head back out to the restaurant, Ben is still there. I order another beer just to mull over what had just happened. Pretty soon some young local guys 15-18 start showing up and kidding around out in the street.

One of them looks, well, not crazy, but maybe a little. Eventually he comes over and I'm thinking I wonder what he wants. I was a bit leery. Turns out, he was a real good-natured kid who was probably curious to see another middle-aged overweight white man in his neighborhood.

The guys, turn out, were, well, pimps. They wanted me to come and take a look at what was behind door number one, door number two, and door number three.

I follow the "tough guy" into his place, there was like a bar area in the front and a room in the back with two couches facing each other.

I order a beer and here come the girls. About 10 come out and sit across from me giggling, singing and laughing. I was a happy camper--cold beer in one hand, and pretty giggly young girls vying for my attention.

I was in there for about a half hour and wasn't ready for another round. So went outside and another guy grabs me by the arm to his place back on the same side of the street as the restaurant. Again, here comes the beer, here comes the girls. Another, perhaps even more impressive lineup. Again, however, I'm not ready for another session. I'm glad I didn't visit that place 15 years ago. I would have gone nuts.

I go back outside, the local guys are still out in the street clowning around. Ben walks over and we sit at this other bar. I get a beer, and the local guys eventually come over. "The tough guy" starts rubbing my hand and arm. I was tired, happy and a little buzzed so I let him go to work. He proceeds to give me one hell of a great massage as we're all sitting there in that bar on the street. He works my shoulders, arms, back, lower back. By the time he got done, I was about to fall asleep right there. There was no tension left in my body. I reached into my pocket, pulled out a dollar, gave it to him. His face lit up. He too was a happy camper.

It was getting dark. I thought I was getting tired. So Ben and I bid farewell to the crowd and head back to town. I thought I was gong to go back to the Hotel Hawaii, rest up for about three hours. My plans were changed. Turns out I wasn't so tired afterall.

Seems like Ben has a program that several of us have followed by now....as I am writing my report, your experiences were almost exactly the same except I was turned down by a mamasan because she thought I looked to young to be there and thought I was an investigative reporter or something.

I'll never have to worry about a mamasan thinking I look too young. That's a good thing, right?

Blzaers, you are one of the guys who led the way. Your reports, Merlin, Sancho and all the others spurred me to go to Cambodia. I am very grateful for that. I will get some more up shortly. There's a whole lot of stuff yet to tell. Ninety percent was good.

I have heard guys talk about the high and low seasons in Thailand. I guess tourist traffic and prices are lower in the low season. Is November low? Please say yes. How about January?

In a completely unrelated incident. I was bored shitless yesterday so went over to the Brooklyn, IL adult entertainment complex (it's no NANA Plaza that's for sure). Anyway, in one of the clubs there was a hot looking, although 30 plus year old Filippina dancing. I had her come over and give me a lap dance deal. She sure knew how to move that thing around.

I was talking with the manager and he told me that Danny Manning and some friends had visited the club Thursday night. Pro athletes, in a strip club? What's this world coming to?

Gregorio
Great report so far -- look forward to rest.
November thru January IS the high season for tourists in Thailand-- has the best weather ergo the biggest crowds and the highest prices. Not a huge difference though. Do not let that discourage you from going. Just make sure you make reservations early if you want to get the more popular hotels etc.

Ben has an incredible itinerary indeed, and I did this routine several days in a row without getting bored. I've always been a believer that Km11 is ok these days if you avoid the young ones, I'm glad Gregorio can confirm some of this. Km11 will always be wide open because so many guys are still so paranoid about this place as is evident in other sites and PMs I'm getting. Hell, this would be the same paranoid group that would skewer me for saying that Cali, Colombia is not dangerous (it really isn't).

Merlin, I read on some of your earlier posts about scores of other places. Did Ben take you to these? I never did ask him to take me anywhere other than K11. I would have loved to have seen some of the places you wrote about.

Well, back to my story of paltry dissipation:

We arrive back at the hotel. Ben asks if I want him to drive me to Sihanoukville the next day and be my guide over there. The price was just a bit too stiff, so I told him I’ll just take the bus over there and wing it.

This was Thursday evening. I told him I’d spend Friday night in Sville, then return to PP Saturday.

Ben heads home and for some reason I don’t feel like resting. As a matter of fact I get my second wind. So, I walk across the street and down one half block to a place I had read about with great interest on the board –Le Cyrcee”. It was literally steps from the hotel door—the mother lode.

I walk in, and there are quite a few punters in there with a decent amount of girls attending to their every need—which looked to me like heavy groping, deep kissing and hand jobs, though it was pretty dark in there. This is not a very roomy place. Space is at a premium.

I did manage to find a seat at the bar and order a Angor beer. It didn’t take very long for “Sexy” to come over and scoot right in next to me. I’ll call her Sexy because cause I can’t remember her real name and she was definitely sexy, about 20-22, nice body, good attitude.

In short order I confirmed something that had been buzzing around in my brain since reading other posts about this establishment. YES. There indeed seemed to be a no-undie policy for the girls who work there. What can I say? I was appalled and outraged that such licivious behavior was openly tolerated and even encouraged.

“Sexy” gets up on the barstool next to me and gives me a clear shot of her love bush. She leans over and puts her hand on my lap and suddenly I’m getting all tingly down in my naughty bulbous area. I reach up under her miniskirt and probe around and this goes on for quite a while. She finally suggests we go upstairs for a $10 session. I said it sounds interesting, but still wanted to keep my options open. She got the hint, and left me alone—for a while.

I went to the bathroom, and came out and started chatting with some guys from the US who had been living in PP for quite a long time. I don’t know how they manage it, but I sure envy them. What a seductive place.

I go back to my seat and sit there just enjoying the ambience and the music when Sexy comes back over. More groping, this time with French kissing. Sexy is giving me the hard sell. I finally say OK. We go up the staircase to a pretty damn nice room with good bed. Sexy gets naked. She was a quality young piece of tail. Me likey. I get naked too and get her to do one of my favorite pre-action rituals. I stand, she stands, only turned around with back facing me, and I show her I want her to start slow dancing. She starts slow, then starts moving that thing around, back and forth, forwards and backwards. I was definitely in an excited state as I led her to the bed. She begins a BBBJ, I’m massaging her here and there. I can feel like I’m getting “too excited,” like the fun may come to an end before I want it to. So I tell her to come over and snuggle a bit before I get her to do a reverse cowgirl. She was a thing of beauty and a joy to behold. Unfortunately, I couldn’t last too long. What the hell. I had a LOT of fun and we really seemed to be comfortable together.

We go back downstairs. The crowd had thinned out and seems like more girls had shown up. There was twice as many women as men in there now. Definitely a better scenario. There was a different guy sitting next to my barstool when I got back. We start to chat. Turns out he’s a Brit, a hardcore expat who has lived in Cambodia for many years. He was about 60 or so, but in good shape. Said he lives with his 86 year old mother in Sihanoukville. He said he comes to PP about once a month to attend to some business. He was a great source of info, and truly a “wise to the ways of the world” guy. Sexy comes back over, gives me some kisses like she’d like to go back upstairs. But me and the expat are about to head down the street to Mikados.

As we were leaving, I took a last look back at the lineup in there, and there had definitely been some new arrivals. Some smoking young babes with nothing to do but sit there and look beautiful. I didn’t know if I was making the right decision to leave or not.

Me and the Brit head down the street about 40 or 50 yards to Mikados, another place I was anxious to experience. We walk in, sit down at these spacious booths, and out of nowhere come two nice looking babes, one scoots in to my left, the other to my right. Another gal joins my friend on the opposite side. A barmaid comes by, takes our drink orders and closes a curtain over the booth. The girls on my arms took turns giving me deep French kisses and stroking my tallywacker. Holy smokes. This place rocks. We spent about a half hour in there. Just taking it real easy.

Another great thing about Mikaidos is the music. They had a great sound system turned up to just the perfect level. They were playing some old classic Creedence that I had not heard in years. One song in particular that I used to love as a kid “It Came Out Of The Sky.” What great guitar riffs. It sounded like heaven. Having two babes giving me the treatment only added to the enjoyment.

I didn’t opt for a session there that night, but would later in the trip. Me and the ex-pat got a couple of motobike taxis to take us over to Sharkys. Sharkys was not too far, but far enough not to walk. It was getting later in the evening, and I was definitely having a GREAT time.

We go out on the balcony overlooking the street. There is hardly any pedestrian or vehicular traffic on the street. A real quiet peaceful night in the middle of PP. Like a peaceful oasis. The ex-pat asks me if I smoke. I ask him what, and he pulls out a tin container with some Cambodian special blend tobacco. We light up and everything is great. We sat there and talked probably about an hour and a half. He was telling me about some strange places in PP I may be interested in checking out before I leave. I told him I was going to Sville the next day. He said he was heading back there too and he’d try to show up at the Angor Arms bar to look for me the next night.

It was getting late. He had to go. I wanted one last cold beer so went to the main bar area. I got to talking with the bartender and the manager who were kind of cleaning up and getting ready to close as there were hardly any people left. This one bartender, a pretty good looking girl, seemed to kind of want me to take her somewhere. I was getting pretty tired so I didn’t pursue it.

Went back to the hotel, tired, happy and ready to go to Sville around noon the next day (actually that same day).

Gregorio, yes, Ben took me to most, and the motodop Tiery in front of Hawaii took me to some others. Can't recall all of them, but there a lot of guest houses, small mamasan houses with 4 or 5 girls, etc. Some of the Karoake and Discos had a bunch of high end girls as well.

Glad you had a good time at the "Arnold" grope bars. Always a good time for me a Le Cyrcee and Mikado, whereas Sophies is a dump with no decent gals.

That name "Arnold's" is pretty appropriate. I sure had some "Happy Days" there...

After getting about three hours sleep, I got up around 9 a.m. and needed to cash a traveler’s check for my trip to Sville. Got a moto out on front of the hotel, and off we go. The wind in my face felt great as we joined the buzzing throng of motorcycles heading toward the central market and bank area. I still was having a hard time coming to grips with the fact that I was actually in Phnom Pehn, Cambodia.

We arrive at the bank, I get my check cashed with no hassle at all except a two percent commission. Then we buzz over to the bus station and I purchase a three dollar ticket for the noonish trip to Sville. I then have the driver take me over to the sidewalk café by the river to kill a couple of hours, people watching and the breakfast of champions—Angor Beer.

Finally time to go back to hotel, get my bag, and head for the bus station. The trip to Sville was one of the few negatives of my whole trip. I had to sit next to the Cambodian witch from hell. On the way the bus stops at a rest stop with a restaurant and bathrooms. Actually the food looked good, but I didn’t get any. I hadn’t eaten any food at all since my arrival in Cambodia. I was still leery about having my trip ruined by Montezuma’s Revenge.

There was a shitload of traffic on the highway due to the fact it was a holiday weekend. I sure as hell would hate to drive a car from PP to Sville. A harrowing experience to say the least.

We finally arrive in Sville towards dusk. We all get off the bus and met by a large group of moto drivers wanting to take us to a hotel of their choosing. From what I read on the board, I knew I wanted to stay downtown, somewhere near Blue Mountain. My driver took me to a real nice hotel/guest house around the corner from the big Shell gas station. I’m sorry I can’t remember the name. It was a Khmer name. The room was very nice for $12 USD.

I wash up a bit then me and my driver head over to a big beer garden place. The streets were crowded with people. The beer garden was a very popular spot. From the looks of it, they had great food. I was starting to get hungry, but still stuck to the liquid diet. I enjoyed about an hour just sitting there with a nice pitcher of the cold stuff. Then it was time to see what the town had to offer in the way of female companionship.

I tell my driver “Blue Mountain” and it sure didn’t take long to get there. It was basically right around the corner from the beer garden. We turn into an alley and drive down a ways. All of a sudden you can see the bars, AND THE GIRLS.

There were about three or four big clubs with lots of girls sitting and standing out front. We pull into one, sit down, order a drink, and the girls start wandering over. I just wanted to take it easy for a while (and take a look at the other places) before making any decisions. Unfortunately, this one gal, who was nice enough but I had no interest in, kind of latched on to me. I didn’t want to be rude so I just put up with it for a while. I was in no hurry anyway. These clubs are real nice. Spacious, open air, good music. I seemed to be one of the few punters there too.

After a while I decide to go to the next big club just down the street. Pretty much the same story. I saw some cuties, but wasn’t ready for a session yet.

Might as well go to the third club, I said to myself. I’m starting to get my groove on now. There is a nice little spinner who snuggles up to me, we start playing kissy face. I’m having fun. I notice there are a couple of girls in this place that are REALLY NICE. I finally get tired of the little spinner. Soon a beautiful young girl appears out of nowhere gets on my lap and starts French kissing me. Smiling, french kissing, smiling, french kissing. I start playing with her titties, she keeps smiling and french kissing me. She has a very pretty face and very pretty smile.

Then a young Japanese guy shows up. He’s like the only other punter in the club besides me. He’s having a good time too. Then a big, heavy rain blows in. It’s coming down in bucketfulls. Of course we are under a cover, but it added something kind of romantic to the evening. Finally I decide I may as well go do a $10 session with her. Off we go. I know it was a good session, but can’t remember anything that made it really memorable. She didn’t rush anything and seemed grateful that I picked her. It’s all good.

It was funny, but time was slipping away. I believe the clubs were closing down so my driver says he knows another place that is still open. True to his word, just down the block and around the corner there was an all night place with girls, some punters and beer. Need I say more.

We stop there. Enjoy the conversation. Stay for about an hour, then I get tired and we head back to the hotel. Probably about 5 a.m. at this point. My driver and I agree to meet Saturday to head out to the Chicken Ranch in the afternoon. It was time to sleep.

You actually slept in Cambodia? :-) I was going insane in Cambodia for lack of sleep...so many girls so little time thing...Death by fornication.

S-ville sticks in my mind b/c there is one large Viet House in the back at Blue Mountain where every gal gave the most incredible BBBJ, one girl did it for 30 minutes straight one time. They all get trained by this old-timer hag as soon as they arrive. This old-timer should write up a training manuel for all sex workers. Whew. Incredible expce.

The trip to S-ville wasn't as bad with Ben driving, it took about 3 hrs when I was there with just a bit of traffic. I think you got unlucky because of the holiday traffic. The price of the bus is unreal, $3 all the way to S-Ville.

Good stuff Gregorio.

Meriin, that may be a place I didn't know existed. Was it the very last big club on the right? I do know there is a big whorehouse about a mile or so down the road from Blue Mountain. Is that the place you're talking about?

So Ben took you to Sville. I would have enjoyed his company, but he charged too much. If I go back, I may have him drive me there and spend one night or something like that. I would like to spend about four days there next time.

Gregorio, it's the first place you mentioned, the last big club on the right. One particular favorite was this tiny, munchkin of a girl who consistently gave me 30 minute, sloppy BBBJs, with swallowing. I also know about the other place down from BM, and recall a couple of lookers there.

Ben was great to hang with in Sville and made the time fly traveling there. As you can imagine, he's actually a very safe driver and a bit too conservative even for me. He does charge too much, but I know gas is extremely expensive there and it's a lot of wear and tera on the car. If anything, he's such a class act that I had no qualms that he made some money off me. He's so noble that when I offered to shack him up in a room next to me, he insisted on the "cheaper" guest house down the street to save some money.

For Ben, I imagine taking a punter to Sville is somewhat of a "Busman's Holiday." It's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it.

Hehe, Gregorio, if I ever disappear from this board, you'll be sure I'm in Cambodia starting up a "guide" service with Ben and doing the tough job of facilitating our great hobby. Imagine the possibilities, writing up brothel visits as a business expense, pussy galore ...

Merlin, I'd be happy to provide consulting services, although I have a feeling you pretty much know how you want to run the operation.

That night, I actually got about four hours of decent, restful sleep. I rolled out of bed about 10 a.m. I go downstairs and see my guide is not there yet so I get another motorcycle taxi to take me over to the Angor beer garden again. It was Saturday morning. I figured I’d have a pitcher of Angor to clear my head, then head over to the bus station and see what time the latest bus to Phnom Penh was leaving. As I’m drinking my beer, the waitress comes over and asks if I’d like some noodle soup. I hadn’t eaten in about three days so it sounded good. She brings it over and it looks fresh and delicious. I sample it. For some reason it had THE PERFECT seasoning and spices with generous noodles and some good sized chunks of meat. I can’t remember the last time anything I’ve eaten tasted that good. If I could get the ingredients and recipe for that soup I’d become a “soup nazi” and get rich quick.

As I’m sitting there, my regular guide shows up. He waits out in the street chatting with some friends. I finally finish the beer and the soup and it’s time to go to the chicken ranch.

Again, it must have been the morning air combined with the beer and the soup, but I was feeling good as we headed out toward the port and the chicken ranch area. We did run into a big traffic jam with scores of big trucks on the way out there. Bottled up about 15 minutes. There is a lot of construction being done out there. My driver said they are building a new port.

We finally make it out to the chicken ranch and drive up to Biba Disco. It was pretty much empty as it was about 11 a.m. There was a guy in there inside of a fold-up bed complete with mosquito net. I had never seen a bed like that in my life. Pretty ingenious. I knew I "wasn’t in Kansas anymore” that’s for sure.

The guy wakes up, says all the girls are asleep. I order a beer and we sit there for a while. Then we leave and go down the street and turn left down past some “houses.” We finally pull up to one and get out. Some girls start to come outside in what looked like pijamas. I order a beer and sit down at a table outside. I was in no real hurry. I had purchased a ticket to PP to leave at 3 p.m. already though. So I did have to keep my eye on the clock a bit. In hindsight I sure wish I hadn’t bought that ticket beforehand. IDIOT.

One thin girl, pretty cute, kind of latches on to me, and indicates that we should go back to the room. I wanted to wait and see if some more were going to show up so I “put her on hold.” A couple more beers are consumed, a few more girls start to show up. One really catches my eye. My guide seems to like her too as he starts a conversation with her.

While we are sitting there, a lady comes by with a weird looking, huge round hat. She stops, takes off the hat and I see that she has stuff to sell on top of the hat. Weird. All the girls seem to want these bird eggs and a bag full of pepper. So I bought about $2 worth—enough for everybody. I had never tried anything like that either. The eggs still had a shell on them, you had to break it off, then dip it in the pepper. It was quite tasty and very exotic in my mind.

Finally decide I better get moving because time was becoming an issue. I chose the girl that had latched onto me and the new cutie that my driver liked to go back for a two on one. I enjoyed watching their beautiful naked bodies giving me pleasure. They were both very attractive outside of their pajamas. Yikes.

After we finish, we all go back out front, I have one last beer, then we have to go back to town to get my bus ticket changed. I decide to go ahead and spend Saturday night in Sville. It’s great to be flexible.

I go to the bus station, get the ticket changed for a 7 a.m. Sunday morning departure for PP. Since we are back in town, it’s time to go, where else, Blue Mountain. We get out at my favorite club and I soon see the girl I had been with the night before. She appeared happy to see me. She comes over and starts the kissing. I had just finished the two on one not long ago, and I am forty something, so I put her on hold too. Maybe if I would have taken a “boner pill” which I have never done in my life, I would have been raring to go. I just wasn’t too fired up yet.

Nothing happens and I tell my driver we should go out to a big house about a mile out of town that a guy the night before had told me about. So we go out there, and sure enough, it’s a big whorehouse. Quite a few girls. I guess this must have been about 5 p.m. Don’t flame me please, but I still wasn’t that fired up yet, so after about a half hour there we go back to town, stop by the 24 hour bar with girls and have a couple more beers. I almost pulled the trigger on this one cutie. She looked kind of shy and a little distant. I let someone know that I was interested and the girl didn’t act that interested—at first. So I didn’t pursue it. After a while, I felt like going back to the hotel for maybe a nap or TV. When they see I’m about to leave they start to say “you don’t want girl?” “You take girl with you.” I balked and my driver and I left.

We agreed he would come back about 10 p.m. for some more carousing. I got in a good nap.

Later that evening, after a good three-hour nap, I went downstairs and my driver was waiting on me. It was about 10 p.m. I had him take me over to the Angor Arms pub right on the main drag just down the road. The Angor Arms is an excellent place to kind of “get away” from the hustle and bustle of the streets. The owners are either Australian or British, and they were real nice guys. The crowd was pretty sparse, a few Brtis watching a soccer match, and a HUGE bald headed guy next to me at the bar. The big guy was from Sweden and spoke pretty good English. He was probably 27-30. I started laying some old Swedish tennis trivia on him—Bjorn Borg, Mats Wilander, Stefan Edberg etc….He got a kick out of it. He was telling me Sweden is a great place but COLD AS HELL. I knew it was cold, but didn’t quite realize it was as cold as he described.

The girls that work the bar at the Angor are Cambodian, and they are very pretty. The draft Angor beer there that night tasted exceptionally fresh and the owners had old classic Jerry Lee Lewis music cranked up. As the Mexicans would say I was in “mi mero mole.” There probably wasn’t another place in the world I would have rather been. Well Soi 6 in Pattaya maybe.

After a while the Swede and I get to talking about girls, he said he had been out to the Chicken Ranch the day before and he probably wants to go back out tonite. The only qualms I had about going to the Chicken Ranch at night is the distance. It’s pretty far out there, and the streets are real dark. We decide to start the evening off at Blue Mountain.

It didn’t take him long to find some entertainment at Blue Mountain, and after he took a couple of girls to the room, I never saw him again. He was undoubtedly having a better time with the girls than he would have discussing Swedish tennis with me. He was a nice guy and I’m glad I met him.

Although Blue Mountain is a great place, I found myself getting a bit bored with it however. Maybe if I would have had a “boner pill” things would have perked up for me. There was this one young girl, however, that I had my eye on since the night before named Lisa. I was kind of planning on biding my time, then taking her back to the hotel at closing time.

Me and my driver pretty much hit all the clubs and time flies by. Around closing time, we are back at the club where Lisa works. I inquire with the mamasan about taking Lisa back to my hotel for like two hours, because my bus was leaving at 7 a.m. She said no problem, but Lisa costs $30 USD “cause she new girl.” Sure.

Now sitting back in the US, I realize I made a dumb mistake by not taking her at that price. For $30 in the US, all you’ll get is blue balls. You might get a little more than that in Memphis come to think of it. Anyway I could have enjoyed her naked company for two hours in my hotel and I somehow thought that was an exorbitant price to pay.

I did get a consolation prize, there was another gal, probably about 30, who wanted to go with me. She was attractive and I knew a gal her age would probably provide more reliable service. She turned out to be a great choice. We peeled off our clothes and were as comfortable around each other as an old married couple. Most of the time we laid there hugging, cuddling and watching Cambodian music videos. She only cost $20, but I wish I could have had the 18-year-old Lisa. Maybe next time I go there, she won’t be so “new.”

Seven rolled around quickly, me and my girlfriend get dressed and kiss. It’s off to the bus station. She wants to go to and does. The ride back to PP was a lot more enjoyable than the ride to Sville. I was a happy camper as they turned on the morning’s entertainment—a full-length concert of Michael Jackson. When it came on I started laughing, and said “oh no’.…..

I think the bus driver may have put that tape in just to see how I’d react. I was sitting in the front seat of the bus, right in front of the TV. Some other passengers thought it was pretty funny too.

When the concert got cranking, it was pretty damn good. I have never seen a concert video of MJ that good in the US before. Another example of how traveling broadens the horizons. Soon I’d be back in paradise, Phnom Penh.

I arrive at the bus station in PP and it waa packed to the gills with people on Sunday morning. I looked around for Ben, but he was nowhere in sight. One mototaxi guy wanted me to go with him, but I pulled out Ben’s business card and the guy pulls out his cell phone and calls Ben. A good samaritan. Ben shows up in about a minute. So the first order of the day was heading out to the airport to get my 6 p.m. flight changed to Monday. I did not want to leave Cambodia yet.

The ticket change proved hassle-free, it was changed to a 10 a.m. flight to Bangkok on Monday morning. So back to the hotel and I pay for another night at the Hawaii. Ben and I sit in the lobby a while having a drink, then it’s time to head out to K11 again. I had thoroughly enjoyed my Thursday excursion there and had hopes that Sunday afternoon would be good too.

We arrive out there, pull up to the same restaurant, and it’s pretty quiet. This is probably about 2 p.m., again with bright sunshine. Ben orders up a scrambled eggs and bacon with toast breakfast, and I have the lunch of champions-an Angor.

In about four days of travel I had eaten just a bowl of noodle soup and some raw birds eggs. No wonder people asked me when I got back if I had lost some weight.
After a while the young guys from across the street come out. They see me and it’s like an old familiar face had come back to have some fun. I was welcomed into the fold with open arms.

Soon, as Ben waited patiently at the restaurant, I was over across the street behind door number three with a beer in my hand and a couch full of giggly girls across from me. The two guys that ran that place were real nice kids. They were enjoying their Sunday afternoon too. We laughed and joked. One of them spoke some basic English. Me, being an old, worn-out, sleep-deprived punter, I wasn’t ready to go with a girl yet so went back outside and back over to the restaurant.

As I sat with Ben, a couple of well-heeled 30-something white guys walk up and sit down. They were the first white guys I had seen out there in two days. I sat for a while, but decide to get up and take a stroll back down toward the entrance, basically just to stretch my legs.

I go down the street and turn the corner, but it didn’t look like a place I wanted to wander too far into, so I stopped into a massage place on the corner, where some girls where laying on the floor watching TV on a blanket.

I had a beer there, then headed back to the restaurant. I didn’t see the white guys anymore. Ben told me that while I was gone (no more than 40 minutes), the cops had come by in a car, got out, walked up to the punters and took their picture. I asked Ben how they reacted, and he said they were real mad, but didn’t do anything. I sure as hell am glad that I took that little walk.

Later in the afternoon, I get another world class massage from one of the guys on the street (a different guy) and finally decide on a pretty young girl at one of the houses. I remember going to the room, she leaves, comes back totally starkers with a candle she puts by the bed. A nice touch. I had fun.

As is usually the case when you are having fun, time slips away. When I go back outside it’s dark, but Ben is waiting patiently. Between the beer drinking and the session with that girl I was probably occupied in that bar for a couple hours.

I sit down with Ben and soon one of the friendliest of the friendly young guys comes over and says he wants to show me something. So we head across the street, down the side of a building and off through a field toward some houses in the distance about 100 yards away. We make some turns, open some doors and we go in. He tells me to sit down. Soon some reeealll young girls come in. I thought “wait a minute.” I had never told Ben or anyone I was looking for that, and I wasn’t, so I gave one of them a hard slap on the rear and they scuttled out in a hurry. It was a weird scene. I guess there must be a market for that stuff. From what I’ve read, local Cambodians, Japanaese, Americans you name it, apprarently go for just that. Not my bag baby.

After that, it was time to bid farewell for the last time to K11. I personally loved that place and could see myself spending several lost afternoons there if I had the wherewithal. I was leaving the next morning though.

Ben lets me off at the Hawaii, I pay him for his services. He agrees to pick me up about 8:30 the next morning to take me to the airport.

I go up to my room for a short while to get organized, and quick as a flash I’m back downstairs heading down the street for those bars filled with young sweeties in mini-skirts with no panties underneath—the Arnold grope bars. Thanks Merlin.

Gregorio, I should be the one thanking you b/c I'm the one sitting here with a big smile and living vicariously through your reporting. Once again, great write up. Despite what a lot of people are saying about KM 11, I would still venture to say that KM 11 is still alive and kicking and a good time could be had there so long as you avoid the young ones, which is easy to do. I'm glad you can confirm this, and that my good experiences there were not unique. But then again, KM 11 is not for everyone in the same sense as Colombia is not for everyone despite what I say and experienced.

You certainly squeezed in a lot in your trip. BTW, I also lost weight as well, not b/c of bad food, but b/c I forgot to eat sometimes!

Also, I changed my flight reservations a few times and there is an easier way to do it. At the Hawaii HOtel Lobby, there is a travel agency booth that will take care of all the changes for a fee of $4.00. They even provide confirmation by way of a sticker showing the new times to place on your ticket. I did not have any problems with this route, it took a few hours, but I was able to monger while they took care of all the hassles. You can only imagine how much these guys made off me b/c of my constant postponement of my flight back to BKK. I'm a VIP with these guys. :-)

All in all, the more places I visit the more I miss the unique allures of Cambodia.

There isn't a place I have visited yet that I miss more than Cambodia....unfortunately it is a fortune to try to fly from Manila.....I want a 3 day side trip but all the flights are $600-$800....my other option is to fly to BKK and then to PP with President.

Wow Blazers, that is way too expensive. Mabey you should look into flying from Seoul to PP and back on the way back home from Manila? I know Korean Air flies to PP from Seoul. Also, EVA flies to Manila-Taipei-PP as well. Boy so close, but yet so far.

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MNL-SGN-PNH RT should be $375 or less on Vietnam Airlines.

My last night in Phnom Penh started out with a great grope, stroke and kiss session with a very hot young beauty “in the booth” at Mikado’s. She may have had the prettiest face of any of the girls I had enjoyed so far. She didn’t have to do too much arm twisting to get me to the on-site room for a $10 session. I can still see her lovely face. Super attitude too. A hard to beat combo.

Again the music was great, everything was great. After I left, with a big grin on my face, I stumbled into another grope bar right around the corner that I didn’t even know existed. I don’t remember the name, but the girls were well schooled in the art of getting a weary male traveler worked up. No surprise it was a no-undie place.

The scene in Phnom Penh is so different than anything else I have ever experienced. It seemed to have been designed personally for me. I know that’s a pipe dream. But there is something so seductive about it. It really gets under your skin.

Finally, it’s getting pretty late, about 3 a.m., and I’ve had about a total of three hours sleep in the last 48 hours. I had undoubtedly caused a “mini-spike” in the Angor Beer corporate profit margin. STILL, when I get back to the Hawaii, I just stand outside the front door, enjoying the breeze, watching the slow-moving late night traffic pass by. After about a half hour of just standing out there in the night air, a mototaxi says he knows a good 24-hour place—The Walkabout Hotel. I had read that the Walkabout was 24/7 and had actually planned on visiting. I had just plain forgot all about it. So I gave him the OK and pretty soon he’s letting me off in front of the bar.

I was pleasantly surprised to see a pretty happening scene, with several attractive ladies milling about, a bar, some pool tables, and good music. If I would have been asleep, I couldn’t have dreamed of a more inviting place.

I head to the far end of the bar, in hopes of being able to take it easy, enjoy a beer and soak in the atmosphere. Much to my chagrin (not really) in less than a minute two Chinese looking girls, one tall, thin and very doable and the other not so hot come over and we begin the drill again—cock stroking, ass grabbing, french kissing. If you are a bit rusty on your kissing skills, Cambodia is the perfect place to get you back up to speed. WOW.

I was getting into the doable Chinese girl and was seriously considering taking her back to the hotel. Alas, I never got around to it though. For the next few hours I just happily slipped into a beer haze. I was playing it cool, but the booze had finally taken the upper hand, and I knew it.

Due to years of extensive 12-ounce curls, I now consider myself a person that can pound back a lot of beer with minimal side effects. But here, at the Walkabout, I had the beer goggles on big time. I wasn’t getting stupid though. I just watched the night turn to day and enjoyed the ride. Went over and watched some lovelies playing pool. They all began to look like movie stars. I knew that as much alcohol that was in my system, I would be like an old hound dog chasing after a Volkswagen—I wouldn’t know what to do with it if I caught up to it.

I had been chatting with a yong Brit who was visiting PP himself. He lived in Jakarta and his name was Jake. Jake is a nice guy, looks kind of like a young Julian Lennon. We sit and shoot the shit. He’s pretty polluted too. I ask him what time it was, he says 8 a.m. HOLY SHIT, almost time to go. Jake has a cell phone and I have him ring up Ben, who shows up in about five minutes.

The guys that know Ben will understand that when I saw him pull up and come into the bar, a sort of sadness swept over me. What a nice guy, and now it was time to hit the road. Ben sits with us and I tell Jake what a great guy Ben is, how he’s the number one tour guide in Cambodia. I hope I didn’t look too stupid. Ben’s probably seen it all before.

Sad but true, it’s time to go by the Hawaii, pick up my bags and head for the airport. We arrive at the airport, Ben walks up with me as I check in. He asks me when I’m coming back. I said I don’t know. We shake hands. Later I can see Ben outside the airport watching me through the window go up the escalator to the departure area. I give him the thumbs up, and my eyes start to kind of tear up. This is very rare for me, (unless I’m watching a Vicente Fernandez movie, ha, ha) I was truly moved. I felt blessed and honored that I could actually say I had visited Cambodia.

When I got on the plane, I put on my seatbelt. The next thing I remember is a pretty stewardess tap me on the shoulder. I look up, the plane is empty. We are in Bangkok. Now if I could somehow make those 12-hour flights disappear like that.

Time to catch a cab to Pattaya. My old nemesis, beer, would catch up to me again in Pattaya, only this time, causing some financial damage. Does taking a lady boy for a early morning skinny dip qualify as something a drunk idiot would do?

BTW, I won’t be posting much in the way of a detailed trip report in Pattaya. I feel like the stuff I experienced was great, but would offer nothing in the way of new perspective on the place. It was mind boggling. A total 180 degree turn from Cambodia. I had jotted down some notes to help refresh my memory. I think I’ll just post those notes, and most of the people who’ve been there will understand, and hopefully see some humor.

This was my first official trip report. I found out that if nothing else, it helps seal the memories in my mind much more so than if I had never written anything at all. Today, Phil the Mick won the Masters.

Gregorio--- It all depends on what you did with the lady boy the night before. LOL


BTW Was "she " pre or post op ??

Khun Mor,

At this big open air late-night beer garden in the Walking Street complex, I originally thought "she" looked like a tall, voluptuous, Samoan beauty. What the hell was I thinking, I don't know...

And I always thought Cambodia was tailored made for me :-) It's big enough for both of us though, and I'm certain that it'll never get too crowded like other destinations because of the lingering misunderstandings about the place.

I can relate with being misty eyed about leaving Cambodia. For me, it's kinda of like having to wake up from a wonderful, blissful dream and then realizing that the rat race is beckoning you back.

I realized that those grope bars, which are also a favorite of mine, really spoiled me. I almost got slapped by a gal in Costa Rica for trying the same, and don't even get me thinking about trying that kind of stuff here in the States.

Come on now -- you can't tease us like that with sketchy info and then leave us hanging !! You picked up the katoey and how far did you get before you saw " the error of your ways " !! Don't be shy -- we're all friends here . I'm sure you won't get any flak if you relate the story !! Hell--- in my trip report from Songkran I admitted DFK'ing two katoeys at Hollywood disco and enjoying it before I found out their real gender .

Also intrigued how beer cost you financially-- hope you are planning a more detailed trip report about your Pattaya adventures. Sounds very interesting at the outset .

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Where are your pictures AndresB ???

Your only contribution to this site seems to be pathetic moralizing and equally pathetic requests for pictures.

Do a Google search for " sex " and you will get all the pictures you want.

Andres, some cheese with your whine?

PICS PICS PICS, you CAN'T HANDLE NO PICS. You're probably the picture assassin that's goin around torpedoing everyone pics.

...and now, back to our regular programming...

Gregorio, even the best of us have been duped at one time or another. "Tall" is the key word. If any girl is taller than 5'1' in LOS, I'm automatically suspecting something, I'm constantly looking for signs, I think the size of the hands are another indicator that can't be changed with surgery. But don't dwell too much...ignorance is really bliss in this situation.

I had a very hard time getting ladies to go for pictures in Phnom Penh. Often not even fully clothed shots. The ladies are quite fearful pictures may be held against them somehow. There is downright open paranoia about cameras in many cases. Just my observation. Hombre is paranoid about Cambodia pictures as well. A legitimate concern given the recent bad press Cambodia has received in the media. It all really amounts to hysteria, but none the less the reality is that with all the bad press, all sides are paranoid about pictures from Cambodia.

For me it's a no-brainer. I don't even own a digital camera. There are just some things that should be kept "in the mind" and I think Cambodia is one of them. If somebody wants to see what it's all about, let them go. Good luck with your picture taking.

I, like most people, have a voyueristic streak, but I'm old school. All this new technology is great--the open exchange of info on boards like this. But I am not compelled to take spread shots, shots of chicks with come dripping down their chin, etc...Sometimes porn sucks. There is a degrading aspect to the whole process. I sure as hell don't want to sound "holier than thou" however. I have bought my share of Penthouse, Club, Oui and all the old fuck books way back when. And I've plastered my walls with jizz watching the Ginger Lynn videos, but I'm just too old for that shit now.

I'm actually the opposite, I'm fanatical about pics as you may know. Sancho is right that the girls are paranoid about pics in Cambodia; they'll also assume you're an NGO. It's also getting harder in LOS. Only place I found pics wide open is CALI Colombia where the girls are less jaded, and there aren't that many Mongers to begin with. The girls genuinely enjoyed posing and were actually prompting me to take pics when they saw the camera!

The Pics are absolutely essential for me to tie me over to the next trip. I do exercise a bit of discretion since I'm posting the majority of the pics, but not all, espec. the ones of the girls that tell me not to post (many girls explicitly request this), for other privacy concerns (real or not), or with me co-starring :-) At the risk of stating the obvious, with each pic, I can relive the whole fantasy over again, espec. since these are real-life expcs. Most of my fleeting enounters that are not documented will forever disappear b/c of my bad memory. Porn flics and hustler mags just doesn't do it for me anymore. Going back to my trove, I'm continually surprised of pics which remind me of gals I've forgotten about long time ago.

A few guys on this board and other boards actually like to trade pics like baseball cards :-) ..."My 2004, vintage, fully nude of Dalia for 2 pics of your threesomes from LOS"
:-)

One contribution to this site is being a member to the site. Not everyone has the luxury of traveling like some of you, so asking for pics should not be a bother to anyone. So far, I have admired the adventures you guys have enjoyed and have come to respect you because of that. However, in the rude responses you guys give, it reflects the true kind of people you really are. Can't you just say "sorry members, I have no pics", rather than being so insulting?

AndresB---

If Gregorio had pictures and wanted to post them he would have done so. Your wise ass comment about -- No pictures with your silly frowning icon is rude to say the least. You have never thanked or complimented anyone on their trip report taht I can recall -- just complained about no pictures. There are hundreds of members who just lurk and do not contribute. That is their priveledge and no one flames them for it. You however, choose not to contribute AND complain about others who do--which puts you in a whole different category.
Don't you think that saying-- "great report, do you have any pictures ? " is far less rude than just posting "no pictures" with a frown ??

It takes a great deal of time and effort to put together a trip report. The author should be supported not put down because he did not add pictures. Stop and think about someone other than yourself for once. Why should someone have to appologize for having no pics after spending all that time creating a trip report that will get no reward except what we give in terms of response ??

Andres, you just had some great constructive criticism above, take it to heart. If you have any experience with adult travel sites, you will appreciate that this site is the most civil and supportive that you will ever come across. That's why I enjoy it so much. If you really want to know about insults and incivility, you should check out some other sites where guys are allegedly paying people to inflict harm on other posters and are supposedly suing each other over statements.

Reporters spend hours out of their trip to take and post the pics and it's never encouraging when someone complains that one of the girls looks famished, or that I should be ashamed of doing girl x, or when you take issue with the fact that I think Phnom Penh is a rathole. I recall you were complaining in my recent report about not enough pics, even when I posted scores of pics. I explained to you, during the trip, that the connections were slow and I had to go out of my way to find a web connection to upload the pics.

Be supportive and understanding of the author. That's what we're all about. Honest disagreements are healthy, but needless negativity gets old.

First of all, thank you all posters for your effort, it is appreciated.

Second, I have a lot of respect for every body here. I have praised a few reports, not all, because there are many. The only criticism I had was about a report on philippines because I thought it depicted the people as low-life scum.

Finally, my only point is, a frown is not an insult. The reason I insist on pictures of Cambodia is because there are so few!

The funny thing is, Mr. Gregorio, the author has been polite. Let's be gentlemen, learn from him.

Gregorio, great report! I am ready to pack my bags. This story really got me pumped to go to Cambodia. A couple of questions for you and Merlin.

First, I understand that the height of the rainy season for Cambodia/Thailand is Sep/Oct. As such, do you find it to be horrible during this time and which month would it be best to go between August and November or not at all during this time?

Second, how can I go about making reservations at Hotel Hawaii and having Ben act as a guide?

Again, great story. I am motivated and will definitely have some good reports. I am still in the planning stages, but hope to hit Hong Kong, Thailand, Cambodia and Philippines.

Thanks in advance guys.

Snake,

Thanks for the kind words. I personally can't say too much about weather conditions in SEA. It's so close to the equator that it will never be cold, that I can assure you.

Ben's email is benweekh@yahoo.com

I'm pretty sure you don't need a reservation at Hawaii Hotel. When I was there it didn't look anywhere near full.

Merlin was over there recently and said Ben hadn't been very busy lately, so I'm sure he'd love to hear from you!

If you can hit all those spots on your first trip that would be something akin to winning the triple crown in baseball or golf's grandslam.

Gregorio, thanks for the reply. Unless I hear otherwise, I am going to delay my trip until late Oct/early Nov. I think the weather will be much better then. It's very disappointing because I am itching to go. I will keep you guys posted.

Snake,

I was surprised to see someone post here after quite some time. I figured most people were using my report to line the bottom of their bird cages by now.

I'll be looking forward to reading your report for sure. Make sure you hit Pattaya. I'll never forget pulling up to Soi 6 for the first time about 4 p.m. I got out of the cab, looked up and down the street, and the only thing that popped into my head were the immortal words of Dick Enberg "Oh My."

Gregorio,


I'm just getting around to reading your report after all these months-- EXCELLENT Job! It blends important details, emotions, feelings, and sexual encounter details wonderfully.

A couple questions though I didn't see you mention:

Do you feel a 3 day side trip is enough or is it too hurried?

AND

Assuming you had 3 days in cambo, knowing what u do now, would u just stick to Phnom Penh?



cheers,

dm

DM,

With only three days, I would only do Phnom Penh. You will probably be POed that you didn't budget more time when it's time to leave...

Gregorio,

Thank you for the wonderfully written report. I really enjoyed reading it.

I can indentify greatly with the feelings you experienced when you first arrived in PP, and when you were getting ready to leave Cambodia. Those are the same feelings I felt on my first trip to SEA. It was the first trip I ever took out of the US (except for BAJA CA which doesn't really count) and my first trip traveling a long way by myself.

The feeling of excitement and nervous anticipation that “I was actually doing it” while I was traveling and especially after I arrived is something I can still feel right now. And the feeling of a bit-of-heartbreak when I was getting ready to leave is a feeling I felt deeply as I read your words.

I am planning to go back to SEA in March or April 05. I am trying very hard to arrange a week of travel alone so I can experience this feeling again. I don't know if you've ever heard “Skyline Pigeon” by Elton John (“For just a Skyline Pigeon, dreaming of the open, waiting for the day he can spread his wings and fly away again"), but that's how I feel as I hope to be able to arrange my trip.

I am considering Cambodia. That is what prompted me to read your report. I'm glad I did. I know if I can do it, that I'll feel that wonderful feeling of freedom and adventure again when I start out, and also the sadness when it comes to an end. But to me, that's what it is all about. (And the part in the middle isn’t bad either <wink).

Best wishes! Rasta

Rasta, sincere thanks for the kind words. You'll love Cambodia (once you get there). Arriving and departing bite the big one. Budget at least a week in PP. Hope you fire up a great trip report on your return.

Guys like Merlin, Sancho, Blazers all spurred me to go there. I still have an almost insatiable urge to visit Manila and AC. Funny thing, right now the fares to PI are actually slightly cheaper than to Thailand, via the Hotwire, Expedia, Travelocity brokers.

My big complaint about Thailand was that it seemed so damn overwhelming after the laid-back, almost surrealistic Cambodian experience. Like going from Memphis to Las Vegas...

Forgot to mention, off topic for sure. But if there are any Springsteen fans out there, get the "Live in Barcelona" DVD. Just got it and "it's off da hook."

OK OK OK-- that's three trips now that I have postoned my trip to PP... Next time I'm booking a week there BEFORE I get to Pattaya!!

DM and Rasta, as Gregorio noted, the biggest obstacle to a PP visit is actually prying yourself away from the debauchery of Pattaya or LOS. I also cancelled about 5 times before actually doing it the first time. But I found that most guys that bit the bullet actually loved it alot, I think there are fewer guys that didn't care for it too much. Most guys will tell you that everything about Cambodia is just so different and unusual from any other destination; and during each trip (even nowadays), you really get a sensation that it is whole brave new "world" feeling if that makes any sense.

Guys, how many mongers died while mongering in Pattaya and Phuket???????????????????

Anybody knows?

andre- pattaya wasn't affected.

Great report Gregorio.I came across it after reading your Xmas chat message.Perservere and think of future adventures.I was making plans for Thailand once again in March and after seeing how cheap airfares to Manila-AC are will do that also.That was a three week trip.Now I know I will extend my trip to Cambodia as well. Good luck to you and thanks for the report.

Merlin,

I've cancelled a Cambodia trip twice before. I planned to go via Hat Lek and Koh Kong to Sihanoukville, PP and then Siem Reap. Never made it out of Pattaya .. just like you said!

I want to make the trip in April. But, this trip might have to be incognito and the fullpage visa in my passport just might not work out well -- if you know what I mean.

You fuckers have hijacked my once succinct trip report--AND I'M LOVIN IT. Thanks for the posthumous recognition.

I'm just sitting here listening to THE BOSS singing "Spirit in the Night" and everything is indeed alright...

My holiday good cheer, and I was enjoying the season, has been tempered quite a bit by what I'm seeing on TV from Sri Lanka, Thailand and Indonesia. The numbers have become staggering and the threat of stuff like cholera, dengue fever etc...We can count ourselves very lucky indeed here in the US, or anywhere else that the tidal wave didn't hit. I can't even wrap my mind around it all.

Ben WEE is a complete Con Artist and is not the nice guy he used to be. Be warned you may arrive only to be dumped from Ben to another driver that you have no way of knowing if he is trustworthy or not. Ben will over book and then just sell you to other drivers that may or not be dangerous. I know it happened to me.

ahora007, if you click on the Phnom Penh thread, and look for and read "great driver in Phnom Penh" here i advised mongers not to use Benwee for the same reasons as you have put on the above.