I bought myself a little ASUS Eee laptop on my last trip to the States. It weighs in at under a kilo and runs on Windows XP, has all the programs that I usually use and is a fun little machine; it's more travel friendly then its 5kg predecessor. Thanks to the Eee this report will be written in close to real time, assuming I remembered to pack the charger and am sober enough to type. Thank to the input of some mongers that I respect I have also changed my philosophy when it comes to photos of the girls that I encounter on my travels: unless I receive definitive permission from the girls I will no longer be posting their pictures. There are just to many assholes out there that take advantage or cause problems that it's just not worthwhile. I used to ask if I could show my friends and if the girl said yes I took it as permission to post. In future I intend to make myself a lot clearer. I expect that there might be fewer pictures because of this.
The trip should be exciting, since it's the first time that I will be visiting the Philippines and the notorious Angeles City. Nastyworld has been imploring me to head to Angeles for years and has promised to show me around. He also guilted me into visiting A.C. because of my ill advised suggestion that we head to Peru earlier this year. It is also my first trip to Vietnam, but as I write this, Hanoi (our first port of call in Vietnam) is under water and we get there in four days…maybe. I just checked on the internet they are calling the floods in Hanoi the worst in over twenty years. Now even Al Gore and his global warming are conspiring against us. How are use supposed to get laid when the water is 5 ft. deep and the average working girl is only 4'11"? Talk about an inconvenient truth.
We are flying out of Johannesburg via Dubai to Manila on our first leg and by "we," I mean the Pope and I. The Pope is not much of a monger although I am slowly bringing him over to the dark side with trips to Thailand and Rio. There has been a subtle change in the Pope, he has shifted from the "I don't pay for sex" brigade to the much more reasonable "I don't pay that much for sex" group. From what I have read on CH he should love Angeles. The flight from Johannesburg to Dubai is 8h30 followed by a 5 hour stopover.
Nov. 5th
The flight to Dubai took about 8 hours, and then we arrived at the new terminal 3. It's basically an extension of terminal 1. The duty free isn't great and although we had a five hour stopover, it's not enough to go into town, so it's a little boring. The flight to Manila is another seven and a half hours. The plane is a bit of a cattle truck but it's an OK flight. Manila airport is hectic and a little run down but we pass through quite quickly. I changed some dollars at 4.75. In the bank queue we meet up with a fellow monger and agree to share a taxi to AC. The driver from the Swiss Chalet Hotel was waiting for us in the crowded area outside the arrival hall. By the time we got to the hotel it was 2 AM in the morning local time. A CH mate was supposed to meet us at the hotel to play guide to us newbies and show us around. Now this guy had pretty much talked me into heading to AC in the first place, making all kinds or promises of showing me one hell of a time- but he was more there in spirit and less there in reality. So after checking in and waiting around for a while we head up the road to the local walking street. I am really too tired to get up to much, so after a recon and a few beers, listening to some of the world's worse karaoke, and a plate of buffalo wings, we head back to the hotel at about 4 AM. With a few interruptions I sleep through to 4 PM the next day. Maybe I am getting to old for this shit-Hell NO!
Nov. 6th
Still feeling a little blurry eyed we headed to Kokomos for a bite and to watch the world go by. There is really nothing to do in Angeles except eat, drink and fuck; for some that might be the perfect holiday. The whole city has a run down, unfinished, and dirty feel to it. The driver told us that in the mid 1990's the volcano erupted, covering AC in ash, and the city looks like they never got around to cleaning it up. After the Spanish, American and Japanese invaders pounding the shit out of the country, the people lack any national identity of there own. At it really feels like you are in the 51st state. I guess next trip I will have to make a little time to see more of the country. The one truly redeeming feature of Angeles is the row of bars and go-go's with their vast selection of young and not so young ladies. The line up in these bars rivals and exceeds some of the best in Bangkok and Pattaya, just by sheer weight of numbers.
After spending the early evening bar hopping a little we headed to Club Atlantis because we were told that the photo night there is worth seeing. The Pope is an avid photographer with a high end Nikon camera and all the toys that go with it. Of course, he leaves it locked in the safe most of the time because he is scared that either a drop of liquid will come in close proximity to it, or it will become the target of the International Nikon mafia. So all of the pictures posted here are taken with my little pocket camera. It was our plan to barhop a bit but we were having so much fun that we stayed and bar fined two girls. The Pope took the waitress who had been serving us, he has a thing about waitresses-maybe it's the uniform or maybe he just felt that one good service deserved another. I was spoiled for choice so I got Mammasan to recommended a girl for me. I turned down her first few suggestions, eventually settling on Marigold, or at least that's what I thought she her name was. She was so quiet and hardly said a word, of course that might have had something to the DFK she was planting on me..
Marigold was reasonably cute and eminently doable. She stayed the night-the sessions were a bit vanilla but still fun, and she headed off at about 1 PM. Strangely enough the girl didn't do BJs and didn't like DATY. The sex was OK but limited. She was very affectionate throughout the night, but it didn't really translate into performance.
Nov. 7th
After Marigold went her happy way, we decided to take a walk and take in the sights. There really doesn't seem to be much to see and we ended up walking to the only shopping centre in Angeles. It's new, only a few years old, or so we where told, but has the feel of a much older centre with a rather low end store mix and long lines at the ATMs.
In the evening I was determined to see a little more of the city then we had the night before, so we started a little early and visited a few clubs including Nile I and II, Nero's, Champaign, Lancelot and Cambodia. The bars were full of girls and overly loud music played through less-than-the-best sound systems. Interestingly, a few of the bars are connected so that you don't have to walk on the street from one bar to another, which must come in handy when it's raining. The bars kind of blur together after a while with very little to tell them apart. That's not to say there was no talent about, almost every bar had a girl or two that would have been very expectable. Eventually I was beginning to run out of steam so at about two in the morning I bar fined Rosa from Typhoons for P1350. She had a great attitude in the bar, answered all the interview questions right, but when we hit the room it was a repeat of the previous night: not much foreplay, no BJ or DATY, although she was affectionate in an annoying cuddling kind of way.
Nov. 8th
She left at about 9 AM. I packed, headed down at 11 to catch ride to Clark, a very basic airport. We were really early, but things still took a while because the excess bag on Cebu cost P400 per kg., and Cebu had a 15 kg baggage allowance, and there is a P600 airport tax .We were on the inaugural flight from Clark to BKK; they had a few speeches and gave out little gift parcels as we boarded.
I think I will head back to the Philippines it seems to be one of those places where it takes a few days to settle and really get into the rhythm. Although the girls supposedly speak English this is not really a plus as they speak so little. Both girls were rather lackluster and totally forgettable, but there are so many cuties around that I know next time I could do better.
The Swiss Chalet Hotel is clean and well managed with friendly and helpful staff. It is well situated in walking distance from the best of the nightlife and a ten minute walk to the bus station and new shopping centre. The restaurant in the hotel is one of the better ones in Angeles City with a decent if small salad bar in the evening. The rooms are big and clean and although there is some construction going on at the hotel it is for the most part quiet. The hotel is however a walk up with no lift. The airport pick up was also as advertised.
We had one night in Bangkok and as the song goes, one night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster.
