I dumped my gear, got a shower and settled in at one of the many hip resto-bars on the river road. This, naturally, is exactly what I was warned not to do as these places are
way too expensive for the budget traveler. I didn’t care; I was hungry and was in dire need of a beer.
Buddy and I met up that evening for dinner at the FCC (Foreign Correspondents’ Club). I have no idea how it go its start, but this is certainly the hippest place in town. Aside from good food, the rooftop bar overlooks the river and the street below. From the rear, you can watch the sun set. Unfortunately, it’s also pricy by Cambodian standards.
I managed to convince my pal that we should visit the original La Cyrcee Club to see what it had to offer. I certainly wasn’t disappointed as there were some cute girls working there. Of course there were more who were not up to my (not particularly high) standards, but the place had a good vibe. We had a drink and talked to the girls … who were quite keen to take us upstairs for ten bucks. One demonstrated to me that they wore nothing beneath their short skirts. “Oh, my!”
As buddy was unable to find anything to his liking, we did a tour of some of the other bars. He just wasn’t up for any serious action that night as he decided to park himself in front of the first European football match he saw televised. It was time for me to go to Martinis.
Martinis did not strike me as much of a club when I entered. Just past the entrance way was a dark dance area surrounded by a sort of stand up bar barrier to keep the dancers on the main floor. The floor also had a bit of a low stage with mirrors. The other end of the room was the bar proper.
The next room over was a large open area. There were a few pool tables, then lots of plastic chairs and low-end tables in an area mostly open to the sky. A movie was being projected against one wall and little food stalls were set up against the far wall.
There were plenty of people, but there was also plenty of room. Khmer girls were everywhere, but there were plenty of Viets as well. The men consisted of mostly older guys with a few fellows in their twenties as well. There were very few Khmer guys.
The place is OK, but unless you’re there with a few pals, there’s not much to do. I was keen to find me a sweet young thing and take off. The young lady on the dance floor before me was the nicest looking thing I’d seen in weeks. She actually wore a tasteful dress instead of a semi-sexy outfit. Her hair was long, her face fair and round and when she danced as it was if she was in another world.
When she finally took break up beside the bar, I joined her and chatted. After one drink and several minutes, it was clear that there was no chemistry. Too bad … she looked like the sort mother would approve. I wandered around some more and spotted another sweetie grooving on the dance floor.
This girl was the perfect Khmer beauty. She had a nice figure, a perfect face. If she had the personality to match, I’d found my gal. I took her into the open area for a drink and a talk. I also discovered why she didn’t smile – she had what looked like a small hole right between her two front teeth. This didn’t look awful by any means, but it sure kept her from a career as a supermodel. After all the bad teeth I’d seen in Cambodia, she looked pretty darn good.
She was happy to join me for an evening’s entertainment, so we grabbed our bags and headed out the door. Between her bad English and the driver’s total lack of English, it took quite a while to get back to my hotel. Where I discovered they’d barred the doors. Luckily, a fellow was sleeping just inside whom I roused to let us in.
Photos: Martini 26 27
My girl was not at all keen on getting a shower with my. Like too many girls, she wanted to shower alone and dive under the sheets. I coaxed her into the shower with me and kept her busy enough that she was able to relax.
In bed, the real challenge began. She didn’t want to kiss. OK, I guess I can live with that. I’m a kisser, but I understood her reluctance. Next I moved down to her soft breasts. Nope, not there either, she indicated by pushing me away. Hmmm … I made my way further south, kissing my way across her belly and down between her legs … which were now closed tighter than George Bush’s asshole.
One last chance, I thought. I moved up beside her and requested that she go down on me. No. Well, that was that. I started putting on my clothes, tossing her stuff to her. She got dressed and we both went outside. The doorman let us out. I put a few dollars in her hand, suggested she could still return to Martinis and then I headed off down the street. She was quite bewildered.
I arrived at La Cyrcee Club a few minutes later. I spent a few minutes chatting with the girls before settling on a cute eighteen year old. She had a bit of baby fat still, but she was oh-so cute and really, really loved sex (or so she told me).
Upstairs, after a quick shower, we got down to business. This girl was very fun, very accommodating, very fuckable, and suddenly, very sore. Huh? She was holding on to her puss with both hands and damn near tears. “What’s wrong?” I asked. She explained she was very sore and wanted me to stop. “Oh, OK,” I told her, “no problem.” I pulled my pants on, put a towel around my neck and stuck my head out the door where I attracted the attention of one of the other girls. I explained the situation. A few minutes later, the proprietor appeared with another girl.
He explained, shaking his head, that she’d had six other guys that day. If she hadn’t been trying so hard to get me upstairs, I probably wouldn’t have taken her. The other girl bundled her up in towels and led her to the next room.
The owner sent another girl to me. She was nice enough looking, but a bit overweight. I didn’t mind because I was in need of some serious sex. Fortunately, this girl was ready willing and able. She took good care of me (but nothing to write home about). I paid my bar tab downstairs and walked back to the hotel.
Walking in Phnom Penh is much safer than I’d been led to believe. I’m sure bad things happen, but I felt safe enough. There were plenty of people on the street at 2AM. Unfortunately, they were sleeping in their tricycles or sprawled out on pieces of cardboard.
A block from my hotel, I saw a couple sitting on the curb. They were horsing around and laughing. When the girl saw me she jumped up and ran toward me. She threw her arms around my neck and begged me to take her to my place for boom-boom and sleep. “I boom-boom good!” she kept insisting.
Now, this is exactly the sort of situation I like, girls throwing themselves at me and begging me to take them home and fuck them. Why the hell doesn’t this happen more often? Furthermore, why the hell did it have to happen tonight? After dealing with three different women in as many hours, shagged out and tired, I just didn’t have the energy to take this young lady home with me, never mind that she looked very nice. I was tired.
I extracted myself from her arms and made it back to my hotel.
The next day was market day. I spent a few hours at the Central market looking around before heading to the Russian market. The Russian market is, by far, the most interesting place. It’s chock full of crafts and souvenirs … and music and movies. I picked up something like 300 bucks worth of music for around $50.
Central market
I went back to the FCC that evening, but then decided to turn in early. I was both shagged out and shopped out. I slept like the dead.
Then next day, I spent quite a few hours procuring a Laos visa (mostly trying to find a photographer). If you plan to go to Laos, get a visa now. Some poor travel agent arranged for a couple of French guys to take a boat up the river but didn’t get visas for them. The poor bastards were stuck on the border with no way to get across. The embassy was not the least bit cooperative in helping this guy. The official declared that they would not be able to get a visa without the proper papers, etc., etc. The travel agent was basically screwed.
When my motodop was taking me back to the hotel, he asked me if I wanted a lady. “Sure!” I replied. He took me to a shabby looking tenement building that I had passed several times but never suspected as having housed a brothel. The guy pulled right into the apartment building and I climbed off. I was given a seat on couch and a few girls brought in. Some were interesting, some were not. I learned there may be more girls that evening, so I suggested I might return.
The tenements. The brothel bit is off to the left, but you’d never find it without help.
Motodop was disappointed I didn’t take a girl, but really he was just missing out on a fat commission. Later, I rented a motorbike and returned alone. I had planned on heading out to Svay Pak (K11), but I’d heard lots of warnings to stay away. I’m not one to pay attention to warnings, but I thought I’d check out the talent at the tenements once more.
Pappasan recognized me when I arrived and insisted I take my bike right inside. He ushered me straight into one of the chambers and herded a handful of girls in to see me. I was smitten by one immediately. I sent the rest away and got comfortable with Toh.
Toh was easily one of the models for the Apasaras gracing the walls of Angkor Wat. Pretty, round face, slim, full breasts, she was a fantasy Khmer. Furthermore, she eagerly showered with me, enjoying herself as much as I did.
She wasn’t up for felatio, but she was a good kisser and oh-so accommodating in everything else. When I pulled out the camera, she was curious instead of shy. Once she saw what I was doing, she struck numerous poses for me, eager to see the results in the viewfinder preview screen.
Well, I was hooked on this girl. I told the pappasan I was taking her home with me. He tried to negotiate a bigger cut, but I held my ground and got a fair price. I put Toh on the back of the bike and took her to my room.
My plan was to leave her watching TV while I went out to visit another pal of mine who was in town on business. I felt I could trust her alone in my room for a few hours.
Not having eaten since lunch, Toh was hungry. So I took her out to find some food near my hotel. I have no idea what she wanted to eat, because she turned her nose up at many places (including very fine sandwich shops). I pantomimed that if she didn’t find something she liked, she’d go hungry. She found a place right away.
While we waited for her food, the other girls at the stall kept staring at Toh. I have no idea why. She’s a cutie, but no clock stopper. We took her supper back to my room where I left her to relax.
I joined my friend, KonYai, at his hotel. He was staying in one of the better hotels in Phnom Penh (if not the nicest). He had a big, tastefully decorated room with a balcony overlooking the river. We swapped tales and showed photos before he suggested we have toke of something he thought was particularly good. I don’t know what the hell that stuff was, but I was having serious time dilation effects during our conversation. I remember starting a sentence, getting totally distracted by a can of Sprite, and after a few minutes, completely forgetting what I was talking about. KonYai never seemed to even notice. I had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded very important so I listened very carefully.
I announced that I had something waiting for me in my room and bid him a good evening, promising to meet again the next night. I doubt I used any sort of telekinesis, but within seconds I was back at my hotel room.
Inside, Toh was sound asleep with the TV on. The poor little thing was lying on her back, legs spread, totally naked under a towel. She had fallen asleep waiting for me. She looked so sweet, and I was so buzzed, that I got undressed and fell asleep beside her.
The next morning the fun began. We woke up early, showered and went right back to bed. The sex was every bit as good as the day before. I broke out the camera again for more photos.
What really struck me was her curious posing. She often posed with her palms up, elbows in, as if she was carrying a couple trays of canapés. Sometimes she’d prop one hand below the other elbow. I’ve never seen this before, or since.
One other curiousity about Toh is that while she has a considerable amount of hair on her eyebrows (as you can see from the photos) she has almost no hair from her nose on down. Her eyebrows actually have more hair than her puss ... Amazing!
When we finished, she was anxious to get going, but I insisted we go out by the river for more photos. I took a few more and sent her off on a moto and a sizable tip.
Photos: Toh 28 29 30 31
I got together with Jim from California II and went for a bike tour of the surrounding areas. He pulled me into a couple of hidden away Wats where there were numerous tombs used by the Khmer families. He poked around for a bit until he found what he was looking for and called me over.
The tomb he showed me was more a tower than a western crypt. It was equipped with windows. Through the windows you could see the human skulls piled up inside. “They didn’t know who they were, so they just put them in here,” he said gravely. The tomb was a reminder to the locals of the devastation caused by the Khmer Rouge. It was not placed somewhere where tourists would find it. It was a local reminder for the local inhabitants.
I met up with KonYai again that night, but decided against a toke. I actually remember that conversation.
I was tempted to go back to the brothel to pick up Toh, but I knew I would be getting up at six the next morning. I packed my bags that night and promised myself to see my little Apsara when I came back from the Angkor temples.
At six, I was up like a rocket, showered, paid my bill and out the door. I got a moto to the river and found my spot on the speedboat. It was at that moment that I remembered that I’d left my batter charger plugged into the wall! Damn, damn, damn, double-damn! Not only was that thing hard to come by, but without it and the batteries it contained, I was screwed for taking pictures in Angkor.
The ferry would leave in about five minutes. Would it leave on time? Would five minutes be enough time to get me to the hotel and back? I dashed up the ramp to the road, grabbed the meanest looking motodop I could see and told him to hit the gas. He wove through the early traffic like a rally driver. I dashed into the hotel, shouted hello to the desk staff, bounded up the stairs, scared the daylights out of the cleaning staff in my room as I grabbed my recharger, back down the stairs and back onto the bike. My driver got me back just in time to see nothing happening to the boat. I breathed a sigh of relief, gave my delighted driver a couple of bucks and went back to my spot on the boat.
Ten minutes late, the boat pulled away from the dock and started upriver. Next stop, Siem Reap!
(Message edited by wombat88 on June 09, 2004)
Toh wasn't crazy about it, but she did like the lacy underwear I gave her the day before. 