PREFACE:

All thanks to RadioMan for once again leading me to nirvana. Thanks, too, to CH vets like Socrates69 and Gurock1 who donated insight pre-trip. Their help was much appreciated by this Angeles City first-timer. Now, be clear: I don't pretend to speak for the objective way it is in Angeles City. 30 days does not make an expert. But I can say I saw and did a thing or two. This is the tale of a Cherry Boy losing his cherry. Read on Fans of the Female Form, if such scribble amuses you...

The Michael Jackson funeral. Cavalcade of stage and screen luminaries. Millions of adoring fans melting down the internet and vicious 24/7 cable news cycle feasting on his life and legacy. Me? Detached. 24 hours to Angeles City...

"Michael rose above individual concerns to look at broader social issues..."
"Michael prayed every day on his knees..."
"Sometimes eyes are blind. You have to look at the world with your heart. Michael Jackson looked at the world with his heart."

Get me out of here.

THE TRIP:
1 hour to JFK via Super Shuttle
1 hour JFK Terminal wait
16 hours to Hong Kong via Cathay Pacific
2 hours to Manila via Cathay Pacific
2 hours to AC via Central Park Hotel van
22 hours total.

THE FLIGHT:
Best ever. How can 16 hours pass so quickly? Try 100 movies to choose from. 20+ TV shows... Hong Kong movies. New Releases, Arthouse, Classics. You're telling me I can watch Citizen Kane on an airplane? I watched, with leg stretching, bathroom breaks and no sleep: CHUNGKING EXPRESS, WATCHMEN, IRON MAN, BONNIE AND CLYDE, THE WRESTLER, BLADERUNNER, and GOODFELLAS. And how about two meals and a snack? Beef with peppercorn sauce, smoked salmon... I also liked the outside view camera and "moving map" giving altitude, ground speed, distance from destination... 8066 miles NYC to Hong Kong...done in style. Nice job, Cathay Pacific.

THE HOTEL: CENTRAL PARK:
Many thanks to Guy, the Manager, and his terrific staff. Central Park is the sister hotel of Pacific Breeze. The set up reminds me of the Mansion/Castillo in Medellin. Guy runs, essentially, the same operation: A fuck hotel. White men and brown women shuttle in and out all day, every day. The major difference is size. Castillo has 10 rooms compared to Central Park's 48. Being as I had just come from a month in Medellin, the comparisons were inevitable:

OVERHEAD FAN & BED: Advantage Central Park
ROOM SAFE: BOTH
TV CABLE: BOTH
LAUNDRY: Free at Castillo, 30P a pound at Mamacitas in AC
TELEPHONE: Free at Castillo, 30P a minute at CP
INTERNET: Free at Castillo, 1P a minute at CP

Guy saved my ass when my credit card stopped working 4 days left into trip (more on this later.) It had been blocked and we used his Vonage phone to call the credit union. Guy also provided a laptop for $5 a day to download pics and was always there when needed. If only he partied like Boyd!

FIRST IMPRESSIONS: AC

HEAT! The fuck?! 90 degrees/90% humidity on rainy days. Only thing worse were sunny days. Unbearable.

THE CIALIS GUYS. It appears to a newbie that the every last Pinoy is born with a box of Cialis in hand. "Boss, Viagra...Cialis? Good price!" Who buys from these guys? In his other hand he's got a fake Rolex, and you think he's carrying real Cialis? The sunglasses guys, the fucking pirate DVD guys! I'd keep score of how many would approach me during an average Kokomos meal. You cannot look up without another one in your face. Fruit flies to rotting banana, not to mention...

BEGGING KIDS & MOMS. Medellin/Costa Rica are poor, but not like this. Mom and infant at her breast, kids no more than 5 trailing you for a full block with tiny hands out. Takes time getting used to, believe it.

LAYOUT. AC reminds me of San Jose, Costa Rica. Dumpy, anthill of a town. As in San Jose, you can walk from one end to the other. To go from Vortex Club on Fields to Stargate on Perimeter Road is what, 3 miles? Walkable. Unlike dense, huge, polluted, need-a-car Manila, Angeles feels like the dipshit, dirty backwater fuck town that it is.

TRIKES & JEEPNEYS. What a kick, motorcycle and sidecar like in those WWII flicks. "Ride! Ride!" Paid 50p out to Perimeter, 70p to the mall. You can walk the city so didn't often use trikes unless rain dictated. The Jeepneys are AC's closest thing to original expression. No monochromatic painting here. Each is a personal expression, done up in wildly different colors, with different messages from each owner on its Destination sign. My favs were NO FEAR and JOURNEY OF LOVE. C.Point - Holy - Hi-Way.

CHICKS LOVE CHANNEL 6! What is this insane Pilipino Movie Channel?! Chicks can't get enough of it. That and the music video Channel 5.

THE LANGUAGE THING. In CR/MEDELLIN, they don't speak English so we speak my conversational Spanish. I control the speech flow. Here, I don't speak Tagalog, so we speak their conversational (and some less than) English. They control the conversation. This can be pretty damn mundane. "How long you here? Where you stay? You have wife?" You counter with: "How long you been at the club? You have kids? You like the job? Do you really sleep in a dorm room with two bunk beds and 10 women between them?" Anyone hoping for a deep literary discussion on her preference between Kerouac and Henry Miller will be disappointed. And go easy on the pop culture references, they don't get it.
"Like Rocky says, don't dream it, be it."
HER BLANK STARE LOOKS BACK AT YOU
"You know, from Rocky Horror..."
BLANK STARE
"See there's this movie about a rock 'n roll transvestite from Transylvania who..."
BLANK STARE.

THE ROUTINE.
8AM: Wake
9AM: Kokomos Breakfast (Oatmeal & bananas, French Toast breakfast recommended)
10AM: Internet, down a Vitamin V, swim at Pacific Breeze or Mall for supplies, $
11AM: Girl 1: Santos/Raymond street.
3PM: Girl 2: Go-Go Sneak Out or Perimeter Bars
5PM: Dinner at Kokomos (Pad Thai, Shanghai Fried Rice, Hawaiian Pizza, recommended) Cottage Kitchen, or Bunny Burger (sizzling shrimp plate, yes!)
6PM: Crash Out
7-8PM: Girl 3: Fields BF
11PM: Fields barhop
12PM: Crash.

SAFETY. A non-issue. But I never went out late night on Perimeter Road, or sought out streetgirls (no need). Fields is packed with folks at 3am and beyond, so zero problems.

OVERVIEW. Angeles City is 24/7, sleep deprived haze of ACTION. No 9's as in Medellin, but lots of 8's, and maybe, literally, a thousand 7's. Thought I'd be bored to death after a week and split for Pattaya but it didn't work out that way.
Upon my return, I told my family that the Philippines is dirt poor, mostly ugly, terrible traffic and pollution, insane heat, bland food, and not-to-be ignored crime: And that I couldn't wait to go back next year—They looked at me like I'd lost it. How does one explain the joy of a 4-11 inch girl falling asleep in your arms? Long live Fields Ave, Kokomos Pad Thai, and the $12 Santos Street mind and body spitshine.

THE ACTION:

PERIMETER BARS:

From Stargate to Stampede, Nasty Duck to Happy Rock to Jolly Frog...hit 'em all.
My epic first crawl was wrong-headed. My approach was to go to every Perimeter bar—notepad in hand, like the Medellin MP's—make note of who was where and go back the following days according to plan. The strategy of a plan generally doesn't work well in AC. Much better to find the hot girl of the day as she might not be there when you return. HONEY KO'S, MATRIX BROWN were good to me. Best luck I had was in HAPPY ROCK and SUNSHINE BAR. Action begins at 2pm for most bars, never made it out to Perimeter nights. In fact, after discovering SANTOS/RAYMOND STREETS, I rarely made it out to Perimeter at all.

SANTOS/RAYMOND STREETS:

The AC equivalent to Medellin street girl action. Gems everywhere. Not really being a "blow job bar" guy, I would take them Short Time, walk 'em back the one block to Central Park (CP perfectly located between Raymond Street and Santos.) Any questions of geography can be answered by Wayne's Map found on PI AT NIGHT. SANTOS best bets: Wow bar, Heaven, Gobbles. RAYMOND: Casi Cielo, Mrs. Robinson's. Over one month, I took at least a dozen great girls out of these. It becomes addictive...

Example: Noon. Walking Santos St., I duck into Heaven bar to find 6 girls sleeping on 3 bunk beds. They arise, and proceed to rape me. Literally. Eight hands all over my body. Fondling me into submission, I chose two (and promise the others I'd be back for them soon.) Pay 1400 ST for the two (28$). Tip 'em 300p each ($12 total) for good service. Total: $40 bucks for two hours with two 4-11 inch sex maniacs. No rubber, photos and vids ok, two sessions. Where you gonna find that in Medellin? Sure, you can go to Sexi and get the two for $25 special. That's for 40 minutes of rubber sex with no extras in the MP. Even two Mayorista streetgirls taken back to Castillo for two hours are 80K each, equals $80 bucks. This dirty backwater town does have some advantages!

FIELDS AVENUE:

Walk out of Central Park Hotel, stroll by the beckoning neon-wigged doorgirls of CRYSTAL PALACE. Walk down Real by the gold clad Tropix girls, legs everywhere. Round the corner by EAGER BEAVERS and those cheesy black-nylon get ups, take a left onto Fields.

Ah, Fields!

Toss a coin. Heads it's left, to ANGEL WITCH, COYOTE UGLY, BROWN SUGAR, CAMELOT, ALASKA. Go right, it's DOLLHOUSE, CAROSEL, LOLLIPOP, GECKOS, LA PASHA, VOODOO. Further down, CAMBODIA, BEDROCK, and VORTEX await. This town might be small like San Jose, but come 7pm, Fields Avenue feeds on Magic Hour, sunset melds with Fields neon in reds, yellows, pinks. The joint, basically, goes nuts.

I LOVE SPINNERS:
AC, no contest. Ultimate spinner-lover destination. Sooooo many 4-11 inchers, it gets to be overkill. After a week of nothing but spinners, I started craving length. I would not fuck anyone less than 5-3! No fat on their bodies, man. Add on the $30 BF, photos & video ok, 2 hour session and NO RUBBER, AC was a little slice of heaven. And while there may be more 8's and 9's in destinations I've not yet spied (Pattaya, China) there were hundreds of cuties with brown berry flesh, tiny short shorts, speaking English, dispensing ferocious take-no-prisoners sex, followed by cuddles and crash outs. 90 pound girls kicking my ass. For instance...

THE GIRLS:

DAY: SANTOS STREET & PERIMETER GIRLS:

TRIXIE: First Santos Street fav. Couldn't turn the corner from CP without hearing, "Daddy Paul!" Wow Bar gal, up for anything.

CHIN: Raymond Street fav. Unconscious 2X1's with her and another Casi Cielo girl.

THE MIX: I could give you names of these chicks, but it's like shooting fish in a barrel. Get down Raymond/Santos street in the next month, you'll see every one of these.

NIGHT: FIELDS AVENUE GIRLS:

BELLA & SHIRLEY-DOLLHOUSE
Cultural dancers, Cat dancers...I forget the difference. Had a ball with these two my first week. Fun at the Pacific Breeze pool. Bella got pissy when I BF'D two others out of her club. Trying to smooth things out with a Cat Dancer, while it may make your conscience feel better, is pretty much a waste of time.

VIRGINIA-CAROSEL
Second time around she saw me before I saw her. She made herself small, thinking I wanted another girl. Was overjoyed when I went right for her. Happy beyond words with a $6 makeup case I bought on 29th Street. Broke me up when I asked what groups she listened to. Fav band: Air Supply!

ANGEL-BEDROCK
Old timers will frown on my giving this girl 500p tip for one pop and less than two hours. Too fucking bad. The chick is a goddess. 4-11, 95 pounds assassin in braces!

ARLENE
Brought her lesbian friend for a challenge: Let's see who could get her off the fastest. Though I ended up giving each 1000p, money was never discussed for the three-way that followed. Total freak. She is Goodbar, Caramelo sex. Be advised though: Only two days out of town before I received her first email, asking for $.
When I refused, got an email back (today): "You not my friend. I not like you. Got new boyfriend. Goodbye."

DOORGIRL MIX
Doorgirls became a fetish.....some of the hottest women in AC are right outside the front door. Most are BF'able.

CLUBFUN:
Will throw in some general photos here. Was surprised to see how open they are to photos in AC. The no photos Mansion girls could take a lesson.

BARBI-VORTEX
Think her real name is Jenilyn. Made her hair up Barbi-style couple weeks ago, has been going by that name ever since. Keep doing that to me, I'll call you whatever you want.

JENNY
Yeah yeah, I know it's dyed, but nobody is blonde in AC. NO-BODY! She stands out, turning heads on the rail at Subdelicious.

SHIELA-FANTASY
The Mamasan at Fantasy, shit you not, is a solid 7. Sheila is better.

MANILA GIRLS
Jenny was from LA Café. Miriam was a killer from Edsa Complex.

TRIXIE
The GFE. The reason I came 22 hours and work 10 months a year, 60 hours a week. Not telling you where to find her, only that she exists, as do hundreds of other GFE's that few other places can match.

THE BAD EXPERIENCES:

Hell yeah, there were some bad ones!

JENYFER: Raymond St. New girl (New girl = Avoid. Just my two cents...) Just in from the province. So cute. Unspoiled and eager (wrong.) Went upstairs (nope, take 'em home). Showered. We commence and within three minutes she's grimacing. In five the look is pain. The fuck? "You so BIG!" Big? Since when? Commence again. Another three minutes, she's crying. I stop. "How are you gonna make a living doing this?" Dress to go, out all of $12 bucks.

JAM: Chemistry trumps Looks, period. Try to force the issue, go for eye candy despite the signs you're getting, you'll regret it. Chemistry is not rocket science. Does she show any life on stage? Is she eyeing you? Is she pinching your nipples, rolling her tongue down your throat or raising your flag with that sneaky left hand under the table? Might be an indication!
Went for Jam because of her rep. Had heard through the grapevine she had one of the best BJ's known to man. Went to Cambodia Club. She sat down, friendly enough but no spark. Ordered a double-cost, 300p pineapple drink. Should have known right then... $6 pineapple soda? Papasan and waitress all over me. "You like to buy papasan a drink?" "You mean after paying double for hers? No, I no like." Signals all over the place. Jam's energy was just enough to quell my monger radar. This was Jam, after all. Best BJ known to man. Went ahead and BF'd her. Back home, long shower, out she comes, and lies beside me. Pauuuuusssse. Low lights and mood music can't save it. The chick's not into it. Guys, pick chicks that are into it. Could it be simpler than that?

DANA: Don't barfine the reluctant 8. Grab the passionate 7 or freak of nature 6. I kept humiliating myself for this gorgeous doorgirl of Club 68. Bought her drinks, chatted her up, giving my phone number, getting promises she'd call. She never called. So, imagine my surprise when she finally relented. Weeks had gone by but, at last, she said yes! BF her, walking to CP, Dana is quiet, doesn't ask the usual "where you from, how long you stay, you have kids?" bit. Silent. Ok, so she's not the world's greatest conversationalist. She'll be fine back home. Get her to the room; this shyness could go two ways. Would she be a tiger in bed or a starfish? Didn't take five minutes to find out. She fought me with those beautiful, powerful legs. Horny, I manage leche fast. I want a second go but she says no. Not long after, she's dressing. I offer a better tip, nope, not having it. In a town of 5000 women, I'm not about to beg. Dana gets no tip (that will go to a Santos Street assassin) She leaves, teaching this cherry boy yet another lesson.

THE DRAMA LESSON:

SM Mall. See her go up an escalator. Wow, the 9. Rare here, exclusive/reclusive! Like the yellow-spotted African mongoose. Hadn't spied a true 9 in weeks. There she is, in skin tight yellow stretch pants and white top showing belly. I jump on and engage her in conversation. "Excuse me, it's rude and I'm sorry but I have to ask...do you work?" She shakes no, but suggests we have a coffee! Ok! Turns out she's a dancer but got shit-canned by her boss for arguing with a customer. Just back from 10 days in Cebu with a guy. She is the Goddess. A pair of Aussies drink coffee with their 7ish girlfriends and keep looking over at this 9. Unemployed, she picks up "White Monkeys" outside Subdelicious. White Monkeys? Damn! With nothing else to do she works out all the time. Well doll, how about meeting me at my place, say at 7? She agrees and we go our separate ways. 7pm comes and goes. She's a no-show. Wait a half hour, go out to find her replacement. Find out later she showed up an hour late. Flash forward: Next day. She calls. "Did you get my message?" "Yes." "Why didn't you wait?" "Ah, cause you were late." "Whatever... I'll come by now. I think I started to bleed today." Gulp. "Bleeding, huh? Baby, I've got stuff to do, how about we meet at 6 and--" "No, we meet now." "No, I can't. We meet at 6." Silence. Can't help but follow with: "You're pretty pushy, aren't you?" I hear her mutter, and then click. Just that fast, the rare 9 was gone. She might have been unconscious in the sack; she might have been a nightmare. I'll never know and my monger 6th sense says that's fine. Keep that 6th sense honed, guys.

MY NIGHT WITH THE CHERRY GIRL:

JELLY: Another first! Never dated a virgin before! Something about Jelly. Works as a tequila girl at Brown Sugar. Saw the V on her badge, oh shit, but wanted to see...what it would be like? We went round to Lancelot. Big party her sis, also a hot tequila girl, was working. Everyone drinking. Want the sis too but tonight it's Jelly. When mamasan got up to dance in a grass skirt we decide to call it a night. Back at my place. Ok, now what? Treating her like a porcelain doll...I mean, what does one do with a cherry girl? Turns out, quite a bit. Got naked and laid together (would have paid the $30 just for that)...kisses turn to mutual eating. Like her BJ, but like to chew that virgin creampie more. Can I do that? Yes, she responds. Then she gets up on top and starts grinding. She gets carried away and—F-U-C-K!--almost went in! Please God, no! I will not bespoil nature's handiwork! All's well that ends well, out the door she goes, still a virgin 'til that fateful night of excessive tequila. Bye, Jelly!

MY DAY WITH THE ALMOST CHERRY GIRL:

ANGELA. "New girl (my last) at Mrs. R's. Practically a virgin, Mrs. R says. Only two days at bar. I would be her first white monkey, ah, customer. At $12 BF, nothing to lose. Vamos! Walking to my hotel, I hear the opening salvo: "You buy me dress." That was a statement, not a question. "Excuse me?" "You buy me dress now?" "Well, if we have good sex I'll give you a tip, and then you can buy the dress." "No, you buy now." "No, I'm not doing that." She doesn't quite get it. Back to CP. She eats chocolates, watches TV. I'm doing my best to give her space, to be patient, but when she takes a 15 minute shower and comes out fully dressed.... "What are you doing?" "We wait a little." "No baby, we don't. Get undressed." Back into the bathroom, she comes out only in panties. "Look, I know it's your first time for money. You must be nervous...." "Slightly." "Slightly?" She takes the towel off. Wow. She's an 8, flat out. Perfect 19 year-old tits, great belly and legs. So, we commence. Before long I'm instructing her on how to kiss. "Open your mouth... give me your tongue..." I request a BJ and she refuses! She works in a BJ bar and won't give a BJ?! We get to the fucking. The sight of her riding me makes it all worthwhile 'til I hear, "you finit now?" "No baby, I finit when I finit." "How long 'til you finit?" "Maybe 30 minutes..." She starts to watch the clock! Looking at it every other minute. I stop. Done. "Baby, listen, I know you're new at this, but you can't stare at the clock. It makes the man feel like you don't want to be there." "I don't." "I know baby, but don't tell the man that!" "Oh, ok." Went back to Mrs. R's days later, Angela was gone, out of the biz, apparently, and back to her province.

ON KOKOMOS RAIL, 8:42AM:

Rain. Drizzle.
Viagra/Cialis guy in my face. "Good price!"
Music from Voodoo Lounge
"Like a virgin, touched for the very first time."
Jeepney rumbles by:
C-point Holy Hi-way painted on its side.
Azurros bratwurst stand empty
La Pasha, Rhapsody being cleaned
Power-Drill Guy shows me a power drill set
"Good price!"
Oatmeal with bananas arrives.
From Voodoo Lounge
"Watching the detectives...
Only took my little finger
to blow you away...
Don't know how much more of this I can take."
If the ATM spits out money
the llama will drool tonight.
Texting, size 50 khaki-wearer blots out
Shoeless Joe the sunglasses man.
Sure pal, give the beggar kid 40 cents if it makes you feel better about eating your Eggs Benedict.
Trike rolls by...
French toast arrives
Blackberry jam
Heide, the waitress, & I
Flirt, relentlessly
"You missed a spot," says I, as she wipes the table.
She reaches way over, inches from me, eye to eye
"Here? Anything else I can get you?"
"Yeah, but it's not on the menu."
"Ha! See how you are!"
See how you are. What's the deal with that? They ALL say it. Must find out the history behind this expression.
Voodoo Lounge doorgirls
Don't know Walter Cronkite
Don't know Walter Cronkite died last night.
They shuffle back and forth to AC/DC.
Beauty in black dress turns the corner to Fields.
I say hello as she passes and she answers, even flirts as she goes.
In no Wrigleyville does this happen.
Vic, the manager, says Pinays are brought up to be friendly.
Rooster cockadoddledoos.
Jeepney passes.
Trike passes.
Trike drivers clown around the trike stand.
Tons of gringos crowd the Kokomos rail. Tales regaled of fucking the night before.
How much meaningless sex is enough?
We white monkeys are born to seek the soft fix, the soft machine.
Now Zeppelin from Voodoo, "Stairway to Heaven."
Vic drops off my jar of sweetened iced-tea.
Trike passes.
Jeepney passes.
C-Point Holy Hi-Way.

ON KOKOMOS RAIL: 6:44PM:

Magic Hour.
Typhoon Club doorgirls dance in peppermint pants and brown cowboy hats.
It's the Wonder Girls, "I want nobody, nobody but you!"
If I hear the Wonder Girls again, or Lady Gaga ("Poker Face!") or Brittney Spears ("On My Radar!"), I'll likely puke.
Orange neon from Owl's Nest.
Yellows and blues from Lancelot.
Two beggar kids all over a white guy with a t-shirt, "the Pirate life for me."
Beauty peeks out the door at Rhapsody.
Other beauties slice down Fields, savage legs cut, leaving dead air in their wake.
Making their way down Fields to get to a dancer's job that might make them $40 tonight. Same women could make 10/20 times that in Chi fucking no one.
Let's see if 10 seconds goes by before someone else is in my face with sunglasses, Viagra, Cialis, pirate DVD'S, cigs, or a complete drill set.
The fuck? Severe burn victim is led up to the rail. The man is a
Walking skull
Just looking for passing change. I reach and hand coins to his friend. Can't even look at the dude and, can I tell you, kinda put me off my Shanghai Fried Rice....
Defining against the gathering sunset
La Pasha's red neon pops.
Club Lancelot's blue.
Typhoon, aquamarine.
'Cigarettes, sir?' Mom with a baby pleading.
"DVD's, boss?" Umpteenth pirate stumbles away empty-handed.
Trike passes.
Jeepney passes
The signboard reads: JOURNEY OF LOVE.
Dozens of beauties heading for work.
Pink waitress outfits. There goes one as a stewardesses, spiky heels.
Birds chatter.
Anticipation
Anticipation
Anticipation.

MISCELLANEOUS OBSERVATIONS:

FUCK THE OLD TIMERS. I read the monger boards sometimes. Too often there is bile about present day Angeles City: How AC has changed, and not at all for the better. If only the old days could be recaptured!

Could anything be more irrelevant?

Costa Rica also has its geriatric crew, its Hank Hills. The AC scene has dried up? Really? Kinda reminds me of that scene from Atlantic City. Burt Lancaster walking the Boardwalk, wistfully telling his young partner, "I miss those days. You should have seen the Atlantic Ocean. The Atlantic Ocean was something back then."

ATTACK OF THE WHITE MONKEYS: Wet season? Off season? Never seen more mongers than in AC. Can't walk into any go-go without seeing white guys. By 8pm, many are already paired off with some cutie. There are simply not hundreds of marauding white guys in Medellin. Not along a single street, anyhow.

GIRLS MAKE 200 PESOS A SHIFT. Give or take a few sheckles. That's 4 bucks. 9 hour shift, 6 days a week. Doorgirls, waitresses, dancers. Means they make $24 base pay plus whatever they can skim from lady drinks/BF's. Some live on premises, some in dorms, most in overcrowded, broke-ass situations. One Vortex dancer lived above the club. Paid 150p a night for her bed, meaning she was earning 30p a shift. No wonder there's incentive for the GFE.

THE SNEAK OUT. Some chicks will, some won't. Can I ask: How is it a club's business what a girl does on her own time? How would they even find out she's seeing a customer on her own time? Crazy.

NO CONDOM ZONE. Didn't use one. In a month? Incredible. How can these chicks ask for a rubber, then when a gringo says "I no like," she says ok?! Good luck trying that on a Mansion chick.

RUNNERS. Didn't have a problem with runners because I want them to leave. ST only. 2X through, no rubber, photos and video, what am I keeping them around for, a conversation on Schopenhauer? They'd only keep me up, wreck me sleepless for the next day.

ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT. The impression that every Pinoy is born with a box of Cialis in hand, and every Pinay is a ho, is false. These are good, hard-working people. Never seen such relentless UPBEATness. How do they do it, making .50 cents an hour? When I, making 100X that, am so relentlessly angry?

TO SIR WITH LOVE. "Honey Pot, sir!" "Come inside, sir!" "Have a seat, sir!" "Drink, sir?" "Ride, sir?"

CREDIT CARD SAGA. Brought 95% cash. Next time, make it 100%. Fav Money changer: NORMA'S. Clean, safe interactions and correct rates. Needed the card my last week. Worked for two withdrawals, and then stopped! No money! What I learned: Gotta GOTTA inform Visa you're traveling to the Philippines. Fucking plastic won't work without doing so. Don't leave home without it!

TAHITI SYNDROME. White Man Brown Woman. Brown Woman White Man.You see them along Fields. At the Mall. Everywhere. Went a month without seeing a white woman. Ain't No Gauguin in Angeles City, but it's been going on for centuries: White Man Brown Woman. Brown Woman White Man.

TAGALOG FAVS. "20 pesos only"..."oh oh"..."bola bola"

TYPES: HANK HILL. Lifer. Margarita Station regular. Does his crossword puzzle mornings at Anchorage Inn. Playing out the string before the string plays him. Somehow without pension or 401K, he's got XX per day. Social Security won't stretch in the States. He dropped out. Meaning he dropped in to Angeles. Has plenty of friends. They listen to his BS over .80 cent beers. Together they sound like Hank Hill and pals. Got the world sussed out. Not looking for revelation here. XX a day gets him 4 walls, a couple afternoon beers, cigs, couple blowjobs a week. What's the alternative? Some Bayonne Old Folks home? No, thank you. He knows where to find the free happy hour BBQs; where the beers are cold and cheap, where the BJ's are $6. He figured out long ago how many BJ's a week he can afford and stick to budget. This is it. Endgame. And guess what? It ain't half bad. Dog just trying to get a bone.

TYPES: LIEUTENANT DAN.

"The sun is hot on the back of my watch." Charles Bukowski.

Ex-Marine, Navy Seal, Army. Built like a brick shithouse at 50. Maybe disabled, maybe not. Don't fuck with him. Supported by an Army pension, he walks with a Kobe Lakers jersey and khaki shorts. Knows where the cheapest vodka is found. Will argue with the trike driver over 20 cents, fuckin' a right. Reminds of Lieutenant Dan from Forrest Gump, Tijuana whorehouse sequence. What was it Jim Morrison said? "Gonna get my kicks before the whole shithouse burns down."

SUBIC & TRIXIE. Might have been the back end of the typhoon we caught, but Jesus! That water was disgusting. Wrappers for pork rinds, Lays Potato Chips, Gummy Bears. No, this is not Manuel Antonio. Hell, it ain't even Jaco. 'Course Jaco has a couple clubs to monger at $100 per. Subic has a dozen or more at $30 per. Typhoon!!!!! We went from gentle mood tape rain to...THE FUCCCCCKKKK?! Stayed at the Arizona. Utterly uninspired, kinda like the town.

Locked into a $35 standard room with GFE Trixie. T & I don't exactly discuss the pros and cons of the US health care debate, nor her take on Italian Neo-Realistic film, but Trixie rules. She rules because of the teddy bear hanging on her keychain; because of her weird phraseology: "I bring swimwear..."; because of the "guapo" stuff she lays on me, total bola bola; because she eats breaded shrimp for dinner, then follows up with breaded shrimp for breakfast; because she jumped onto the stage at Wet Spot and started dancing in line with the girls; because she's even worse at pool than I; because her sex builds from shy to typhoon; because we sing oldies together: "When I see you smile, I can face the world, I can do anything...baby when I see you smile."

Subic Bay is filled with tankers and platforms. Industrial but majestic. Long as you're not expecting the Italian Riviera, you'll be impressed. Least I thought so 'til I dove in to pick up an empty plastic pack of Oscar Meyer hot dogs, Swimming that industrial soup at Frito Lay Bay... next time, take the godamn puddle jumper to Cebu or Boracay, please!

I KNEW I'D ONLY BE IN MANILA 24 HOURS WHEN...

When I risked life and limb to cross a highway to see that Manila Bay was so polluted as to make Subic Bay look pristine.

When it took 40 minutes just to make the hotel. The traffic. The fuck?

When I walked into LA Cafe to find barely a 2 to 1 female/male ratio and 1—count her—1 cutie. Del Rey on any afternoon shift can do better.

When I walked by stall after stall of fried food....calamari, dough, bananas, GREASE.

When the hotel internet cost 250p an hour.

What did I expect? Barcelona? Paris? More like Managua...sprawling, hot humid hellish...no public transport means you need wheels. I hate towns like that. Sure, I could spend a day at Mall of Asia. Something about the size appeals. There's a place called Snow World that recreates snow for those who have never seen it—cool! But there ain't no Botero here. No Gaudi, nor Little Italy nor sangria and paella. Outta here...

Executive Plaza Hotel. Sterile but large rooms, nice shower, cable, kick ass AC. All essential to soul searching or experience chasing...
Did love the neon of Manila. Chow Mein joints, casinos come alive, highway diamond- shaped lamps and candy-striped poles give a run to Division street Chicago's arc lights. Hit the streets and wander right toward...

LA Cafe. Disappointing. Like a claustrophobic Del Rey with pool tables instead of a casino. Sooooo many Cheap Charlies going for the 1500p lay. It's more than twice that at EDSA and the talent difference was clear. 8pm and I wanted to see EDSA or Makati. You can't walk to these! The cab ride with traffic is long, is just $2, would be $20 in Chi. Brings me to...

EDSA Complex. Mall-like, 8 or 10 AC style go-go clubs, glitzy neon, don't remember a single name, only the ferocious barkers outside trying to grab my action. Outside, skinny chicks in nothing costumes eating white rice and rancid meat. I allow myself to be steered inside a couple joints. First take: Yeah, good talent. General quality perhaps a notch up from AC's 7. Stunners, a handful. So this is where they hang, not at the no-budget LA Cafe. Each joint with 20-40 chicks, of which 2-4 are 9's. At one joint the mamasan tracked my eyes and laser-penned the girl of my desire before I even sat down. Nice! Great face/body. New girl (No!) and no pictures allowed? Pasadina. With $70 left, I'd take nothing less than the fantasy. Heading out, I find her. 19, cowboy hat, black boots. She's not the Uber 9 but a killer 8 and, as I find out from a friend of hers upon leaving, "very horny." Done deal. Wasn't 'til the cab that I realized I didn't know her name. Miriam. As Advertised. Strong will province girl who accepted life for what it was and what it gave. Tonight it gave that hunka hunka burning love, the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man himself, one Pauly Vegas. I tried to be pithy with her but they don't do pith in Manila. This girl took hold of the rib eye, the blood gorged bamboo and never let go. Oh Oh Oh... Never forget what that 19 year-old looked like on top of you, writhing to hip-hop from the TV, laying hands upon breasts immaculate. When she puts the dildo in her mouth of her own accord you can only gaze back in astonishment. Look at us in the mirror, baby. Look at us. She is why one puts up with the filth, pollution, and heat of the so-not-great city that is Manila.


THE LAST 24 HOURS: (ODE TO NEAL CASSADY)

11am. Arlene is a no show. Last day, baby. Don't have time for this shit.

11:30. Out the door, find two at Mrs. Robinsons. In my haste I forget to ask their names. Girl 1 and 2. $40 gets me the porno movie. Whilst in action, get a call from the desk: Arlene is outside. Tell her to come back, I huff.

1pm. Parading out with the two Raymond streeters, Arlene there on the couch, staring back daggers. Bad form! Now we've got drama. Godamn white monkey! Butterfly! Can't wait an hour? I calm her down but it's getting late. Trixie is due at 2, the maid in the room desperately trying to change towels before the parade of flesh continues. I tuck $10 in Arlene's pocket, tell her to come back at 9. She storms out at 1:55pm. Four minutes later...

1:59pm. Trixie arrives. Pretty in pink dress. She smells my neck. "Smelly pussy!" Baby, c'mon! Would I do that to you?" Trixie is the GFE. If I could stow her in my bag I gladly have her in Chi. In Chi I could be faithful, but not here. Trixie does her best to show she doesn't care if I sleep around, but the truth is in her eyes. We hit the mall. Had an F. Scott Fitzgerald moment in a trike, the two of us crammed in there, kissing, perfectly happy. I recalled Fitzgerald's moment in the cab with Zelda at the height of his fame, realizing he would never be this happy again, and crying.

3pm. Buy her some perfume, pineapple/banana smoothies, on to the House Of Games for some video game fun.

4:12pm. Back to Central Park. Commence GFE sex, the best.

6:03pm. Crashed together. It's so perfect I hate to have to roust her. Jenny's due at 7. When I try to shake free she clings to me and makes small noises like--I'm not going anywhere. I tell her I have to sleep from 7, my ride to the airport is at 1am, will be sleepless etc. Reluctantly, she showers.

6:42pm: This is the hard part. The sad goodbye with her real tears. How could a rotten, lying, manipulating sex addict like Pauly Vegas actually feel anything in a situation like this? Sounds jive, I agree. But look into her eyes and you find yourself saying words you want to believe. She buys it. She buys it all. Makes leaving hard. Realization that you may never again see each other. The here and now present tense tooth-sharp with death and mortality. These are the moments those outside the realm will never understand. Such moments only happen in awful Cinamax movies where prostitute with heart of gold falls for flawed but well-meaning John. Those who pay for sex do not, BY DEFINITION, get to feel anything close to love. Right????

6:51pm: Neal Cassady style, I sprint to Kokomos for a last Pad Thai. Jenny's due at 7, make it back by...

7:02. Jenny's on time and we go inside. Another surprise, she's still got her period! The god's having fun with us. It's ok, baby, let's just lay here, sex isn't everything(!!!). We eat Pad Thai, then lay in quasi-crash mode for nearly two hours. The closeness is wonderful, maybe better than. 5th woman in 7 hours...I'm tired!

8:49pm. Time for goodbye again. More real tears. I'm a junky for this. Sex is a fix, sure, but the Jones, the long fix, is intimacy. Her real tears make me even more the duplicitous asshole. Whispering sad blissful nothings to her, Good Reader, I meant every word! As she turns to go, Chicago is already upon me. Waiting there is debt, banality, cold... That's life, that's what all the people say. Bye Jenny Jen, beautiful dirty dyed blonde girl.

9:01pm. Arlene a no-show, thank Christ. Walk by the hotel night clerk. "Last girl," I mutter. She looks back at me, probably very tired of my female carousel. This is one white monkey she won't mind going.

9:02pm. Crash. Steal four hours sleep before my 1am van out.

11:11pm. RIIIIIIING! "Yeeeeeees?"
"There's a girl for you. Arlene."
To the end, the chick marches to her own drum. "Send her in."

11:16pm. In bed, we watch Discovery Channel, Great White shark special. I'm nodding out, literally. She looks at me. We gonna fuck or what? I'm broke, babe. No pesos, sabe? Maybe the $10 bucks I gave her before bought me a credit. Five minutes later we're in motion, one last time. It plays out like a dream. So tired, I almost do the out-of-body-watching-myself thing.

12:36am: No tears from Arlene as I walk her out. Sharkess gives tongue and turns to go.

12:45am. Fifteen minutes to shower and pack. What will follow is 22 hours in cars and planes, no sleep via Manila, Hong Kong and NYC. Back end dues for this moonlight serenade.

1am. Van horn. Like the song says: "This is what you want, this is what you get."

Crazy, man.

PAULY VEGAS

Photo: Trixie 01
Photos: Chin - Casi Cielo 02 03
Photo: Santos Girl 04
Photos: Raymond Street Girls 05 06
Photo: Cute - Mrs. Robinson's 07
Photo: Santos/Raymond Street Girls 08
Photo: Bella - Dollhouse 09
Photos: Angel - Bed Rock 10 11
Photo: Arlene 12
Photo: Doorgirl - Valhalla 13
Photos: Doorgirl - Byrd Cage 14 15
Photo: Doorgirl - Coyote Ugly 16
Photo: Doorgirl - Voodoo 17
Photos: Barbi - Vortex 18 19 20
Photo: Jenny Lounging 21
Photos: Shiela - Fantasy Club 22 23
Photo: Mirror - La Cafe 24
Photo: Edsa Girl 25
Photo: Trixie 26
Photos: Jam - Cambodia Club 27 28
Photos: Dana - Club 68 29 30
Photo: Jelly - Brown Sugar 31
Photos: Clubfun 32 33 34 35

Looks like good times, thanks pauly, looking forward to my November trip

Always a pleasure to read a good AC report !
Cheers !!
Thanks for the shots !
Oh by the way, i did BF the same Cambodia girl as you, what a ripoff !! LOL. I kicked her out after ST and got another BF at Blue Nile.
Zen.

Kewl man! Lavish report... A virgin wanted to do it with you - your lucky. Oh Gawd, yeah those Philippine Movies are Retarted and the special effects made me laugh.

Hey Pauly:

Good writing and pictures. Glad you had a good time in AC. You can see the attraction of the place. Years ago I was a San Jose guy, but after I discovered AC and Pattaya I can't bring myself to go to San Jose anymore.

Whew!! Great report!! Only thing to add is that "C.Point - Holy Highway" on the jeepneys merely describe their route.

Maybe it was a typo...."No Condom Zone" are you saying - you didn't use one for an entire month in AC?

Great report w/ some really cute looking girls.

Not the pinoy movie channel! I got to where I have no tolerance for it and only allow FashionTV to be on. fashiontv.com for a feed.. good background really.

Good call on taking one with you to Subic. Take out from AC fits right in there. There are girls there, but it is a good getaway with a field tested model. One could always very easily send them back alone if need be. Arizona a good starter, but I think there are better options if you go back to spend more than a couple days. The bathtub of a pool kinda kills it for me.

Nice report! Thanks!

EA

PV-

Great report! You really captured the feel of AC at the front end. It is a true shithole, but with charms that can be difficult to describe.

Every time I started a conversation with one of the oldtime ex-pats, within 2 minutes I'd be hearing the sad refrain of how great AC once was--pussy was free, all the girls were 10s, the booze flowed like water but was cheaper, blahblahblah--at which point I excused myself and made a beeline for the door. As you said, "could anything be more irrelevant?"

Thanks!

I also very much enjoyed your report, Pauly, but I'm not sure the wide-eyed newbie should be so eager to open both barrels on the "old guard". I'm not a crusty old ex-pat, but I vividly remember my first couple handfuls of trips to AC that barfines were 50% less than they were now, there were seemingly at least a couple of hotties in almost any bar happy to barfine and all night was the NORM. Now a new tourist is crowing about tipping p1000 for 2 hour barfines and how the bars are filled with "7's" and how anybody saying AC isn't a world class mongering destination is a damned fool...

The game in AC has definitely changed, and it ain't for the better, and I'd venture a guess it wasn't the crusty old fart ex-pats that turned on the Western Union gravy train that started the whole thing going pear-shaped...

BTW, tipping Santos girls p300 EACH surely made their year. IF THEY EVER get tips, it's almost always p100.

But two week millionaires need not worry...

BBTW, I see your definition of "hotties" means malnourished midget. There are indeed hundreds of them roaming the AC bars. MY particular fetish is cow-titted girls. There are many fewer of these!

Bwana, they weren't "10's" from what I ever remember, but the numbers of HOT girls in the bars 5+ years back were definitely larger than they are now. Western Union style romance has definitely thinned the ranks, and this board's #1 complaint about AC (and I believe yours too) is that there weren't EVER enough "hotties" in the bars.

Oh, and another cheapskate's (arguing over 40 cents, LOL!) OH MY:

You took a TRIKE from Central Park to the MALL and paid p70 for the privilege? Even the goofball monopolists at the mall gladly except p50 to go to Central Park.

Seriously, trike drivers are evil scum of the earth, and every numbnuts "don't argue over 40 cents" that over-enriches them gives them extra incentive to smugly turn down p50 rides from others and galvanizes them to fight the evil AIR CON TAXIS that would gladly take your DOLLAR to drive you a half mile in Manila.

IN AC? Air con tadxi minimums are 4 bucks...

For all but Porker...thanks for the kind words.

For Porker...numbnut? Malnurished midgets? Two week millionaire?! Hysterical. Thanks man, I need a Frank Casio for my Asia travels. Where did you read that I tipped 1000p anyhow? ZERO tip if service sucked or promises not kept. Santos girls BF for $12 fucking dollars and live on thin mattress--sometimes no mattress--beds with up to 3 others in the same bed! I have no problem giving them $5 lousy bucks to make their lives less miserable.

And no, I don't argue with trike drivers. I might have taken 10 trike rides out the Mall. If I overpaid .40 cents per I'm out $4 bucks.

If that makes me a two week millionaire, so be it. Least I'm not a fucking CC.

Though I ended up giving each 1000p, money was never discussed for the three-way that followed.

And re: "Not arguing with trike drivers", UP TO YOU, but I'd be willing to bet that air con metered taxis would abound in AC if it wasn't for the trike driver mafia. Which would YOU prefer on your 10 minute half-mile trip to the mall?

And re: tipping Santos girls double your Hotel maid's daily salary for a 1 pop session, well, who worked harder?

Another salvo for the western guy who thinks that over-enriching hookers with his pocket change is some sort of charity work...

Last salvo, I'm not getting into a pissing contest and haven't the time.

Those 1000p payments were for Arlene and friend, who worked at Vortex. That was the TOTAL sum, NO BF, $20 bucks each, for two go-go sneak outs, for two plus hours. Did I pay too much? Too bad...

Proof on the wisdom of why I never talked to the old hands at Kokomos.

Ciaoooooo...

Didn't mean to make it a pissing contest, and don't mean to hijack your thread. I see you missed the part where I said I LIKED your report.

Are old brow guys more cost conscious than casual rookie tourists? Uhmmm, YES! Is 40 cents to a trike driver going to "ruin" a destination? Uhmmm, not as long as I CAN STILL WALK the half mile to the mall (barely!).

Of course one doesn't see the old farts bitching about beggar kids or 'vitamin' salesmen either, di ba? The leeches KNOW where to burrow! Call it revenge of the crusty old losers!

Question Paulyvegas, how do you rank the Philippins compared to your other destinations ?
Compared to Medellin ?
Zen.

Damn, you did well for a newbie, some very nice babes !!!!

Thanks for the pics !!!

The pic of the 3 body painting girls, I tried to BF the one in the middle my last trip, damn she's so beautiful with a very nice body, but had mens, ended up with another spot light dancer who happened to be off-the-hook.

Nice to see she's still around and looking good.

In regards to the "old timers", my 1st visit to AC was 1982, I'll just say I like AC more today than back in the 80's.

The talent level has always come and gone, been up and down since I've been going to AC.

There were times in the 80's when I'd go days without finding a barfinable girl, even leaving AC for Olongapo because of the lack of talent.

Talent being better years ago is a complete myth.

PV - great report. I like your writing style, including the literary references (esp Cassady) Pics are nice, Your description of the scene is very evocative for someone like me who has never been to AC/ Good work.

PV You definitely are a gifted pen man. I loved your report and I appreciate that you took so much time to write it up so well for all of us. I am pretty much an annual Philippines visitor for scuba diving and fun on the side. I haven't been to AC since 2000 but I'll be there this October and your report has really jazzed me up about it. A huge thank you!

All of you 'old guard' types sicken me! You stress out over 40 cents?? Get a life!

May your pennies remain tightly clutched in your unweilding deathgrip as you bemoan the day when you fucked a 10 for 10 cents.

Scrooge got nuthin on y'all

Paulie: What I loved about your report was the creative writing style. Not to knock some of the other guys who write "I came, a screwed, I went home" but your imaginative style made this a trip report of the year for me.

I also thought your first take on AC was right on. Having been there 11 times in about 2 and a half years, I have become a bit jaded by the same old scene. You brought it back to life for me, and reminded my why AC is so fucking addictive.

What you choose to pay is your business. What you do is your business. How you share it with CH is your business. Thanks for all the information contained herein. My only fear is that it will light the fires of more to go there and attempt to do what you did.

Your attitude toward the girls made you a rock star there. You saw that your first few days there. The Philippines is the GFE capital of the world. I was a dead man, the second I got off the airplane. I am a sucker for this kind of action...which you captured so well in your reports.

Thanks for sharing. I will be back down for trip #12 soon. I don't do trip reports anymore for reason we do not need to discuss. But I loved yours.

rm

After being there three times myself, I don't understand why the concern. Everywhere including the US, you can't pay the same as ytou could 3,4,5 or ten years ago. Inflation is going to hit everywhere so enjoy the party and be glad we can live like we do. After all, we have the greatest hobby in the world and what's great, we have a forum to share information. My question is??? I think I will wait to ask that question. It would best be ask in another forum.
Thanks for the info. I to like the 24/7 Santos action myself.

Some pretty girls here. Of course the hottest ones are the painted girls that are 3,000 pesos a pop and I have a feeling you didnt barfine them.

I think you did great for a first timer and seems like you had a good time. I disagree about there being a lot of 7's in AC. A lot of 6's yes, but very few 7's and even fewer 8's. Lots of girls with cute little bodies as they are young but you are not going to get a lot of pretty faces...lots of flat noses, giant facial moles, etc. There are probably more hot girls now than ever before but there are a lot more bars which means the girls are spread out. Some nights you have to go to 25 bars to find one barfineable girl and sometimes it's in the first bar. It's also about timing in AC. Sometimes the bars are loaded with cute girls and other times it's downright aweful.

I assume you have a lot more photos and these are just the highlights...nice job.

It was interesting reading the blog style approach to the report but just cant understand how someone could be in AC for 30 days without being bored shitless.

Blazers states:

It was interesting reading the blog style approach to the report but just cant understand how someone could be in AC for 30 days without being bored shitless.

And the brethren said, "Amen!" My personal limit is about 10 days. After that, I want to jump into a wall.

EA

Seven days did me in. It was either leave or kill the next guy who said "Viagra, boss?"

Those Cialis guys are beyond pesky. It really was an endless conga line of the mfers...

I wanted to hit Pattaya after about 2-3 weeks in, but my $$$ situation didn't allow it. Keep in mind I did a full month in Medellin as a warm-up to this trip.

From a photo point of view, no comparison, Medellin chicks win hands down. But--for me--it's about $60 a day more to monger there for the identical amount of chicks/action.

Great report....I was trying to interpret your last sentence, i.e. from a photo point of view, Medellin chicks win down.... I can only assume that you truly meant only from "photo" perspective because from a servicing perspective it appears that AC way beats Medellin.

You certainly peaked my interest....might have to add AC to my itinerary next year.

I saw 30, 10, 7.... let me toss in 2. I was ready to go after 2 days, and was relieved to get on the plane after my planned 4 was done.

There was absolutely nothing to do in the daytime. And given the state of the bars on my visit, there was almost nothing to do in the nighttime either.

Saki, I think Indo has spoiled you. Now I have to go there.

Paulyvegas,

Big thanks on your detailed flight-to and exploits. Your photos were a major help in envisioning your exploits.

Reminds me of when I was much younger, savoring the delights of PI for the first times and enjoying the attention of many girls.

Vendors on the streets have always been numerous, but their numbers have increased some. After telling them no thanks, they recognized me and left me alone. Beggars on the streets have grown exponentially in numbers and aggressiveness. Staying on the sidewalk directly in front of clubs seemed to ward them off, like a forbidden zone.

I can hardly wait to return to AC again.

I have read many times on this site, as well again above in this thread, this stuff about the girls in AC, along the lines of--"Ohhhhhhh I went to 384005573637683 million bars in AC and couldn't even find one bar-finable girl!" I think you guys are mentally ill or something. I have bought many, many tickets to AC, and even went there once, and there are TONS of all kinds of hot/pretty/sexy girls there. TONS. Anyone who thinks otherwise should forget about visiting AC anymore, and instead visit a shrink--seriously, you've got problems in your skull. What morons. As for this other drivel, often cited on this board, and again in this thread is this crap along the lines of, "Ohhhhhh there's nothing to do in AC!" First off, "to do," how about the girls you homos? Aren't the girls the point? Beyond that, what are you guys, a bunch of children with the attention spans of a retard? Go to the SM mall, go to a restaurant, do work on your computer, take a dump, take a nap, go swimming, watch TV, make phone calls, take another dump, have a hot tea at KokoHOMOs and watch the street action, go on a hotel-hop and check out other hotels for future visits, become a half-fag and visit the ALL MALE Adonis club, whatever etc. Christ, what a bunch of whiners. Waaaah! The girls aren't all 10's! Waaah! Amuse me, I'm bored!!!!!Waaaah!!! Amuse me!!! You guys need to get a grip. Pathetic. You queers who lament how you couldn't wait to get out of AC? Do the rest of us a favor then, don't bother showing up in the first place, you're getting in the way of us normal guys trying to have fun. Take your mental illness elsewhere. Glad we understand each other.

Choc, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What you may consider hot, many on this board may consider dogs. That's the difference. Also many guys are spoiled in places like Jakarta, China and Thailand where the girls are stunnningly beautiful that work in the bars. AC has some stunners but many of the Western Union Captain-save-a-ho's are pulling them out of the bars and it's thinning out the herd. If you were to post photos of girls that you barfined in AC then the rest of us can have a good determination of what you define as "hot". Many of us fly 17 hours or more each way to go to the Philippines so we should expect nothing less than hot girls....maybe that's just me. Remember, few guys are complaining about the service of AC girls...that has never been a problem. You might be confusing service with looks or maybe you prefer flat noses, giant facial moles and baby guts?

If you like the model type girls they are few and far between. One must look hard to find one, unless your up for 3000P girls at Atlantis or Chrystal Palace.

I search long and hard and many times, far more often than I'd like I end up with a borderline barfinable girl.

Sometimes there's more hot model type girls sometimes less.

Pauly,

Great report and excellent pictures as usual. You mentioned giving thanks to Radioman early in your report, where the heck has he been?

I?m in Cali now and going to Medellin tomorrow. The comparison?s are wide and apart. The AC girl I met therer last year weare all wonderful and I do have to make a point to get back there someday soon.

As far as the ?days gone by fellas? well I hate to say that I fall into that catergory somewhat when I meet someone who currently goes or has recently been to Cuba. I find myself reminicnt of the fantastic days in Havana, Guanobo, Veradero, Cienfuegos, Santa Clara, Holguin etc. I can?t help but share thosememories but I do stop myself short of becoming a bore.

So sure, AC was once paradise to some but to others like myself and yourself, it still is. A paradise of fresh young beautiful pussy and it continues to draw old and new folk alike to it?s wonders and charms no matter hat the price (which is still a bargain in my book).

Thanks again Pauly and I?ll be reporting/posting soon about my current Cali/Medellin trip.


Stay Horny My Friends,


Cubanut

Re: AC, "nose snobs" like Blazers and stick figure addicts will complain about looks. I tend to agree, though, that if you complain about not finding ANYTHING attractive there, you're too damned picky. The recent trend though is that the hotter girls can be very picky about what types of barfines they accept, something that used to almost never happen.

Re: a venue filled with "dogs", Thai beer bars come to mind.

Cubanut. Where have I been? Philippines...11 times. But I will be back with you in Medellin over Labor Day weekend. Hope to see you again. I will be at my regular haunt, El Castillo.

Murasaki says:
"There was absolutely nothing to do in the daytime. And given the state of the bars on my visit, there was almost nothing to do in the nighttime either."

I agree I would get bored if I was there for 30 straight days. But I also have never taken a vacation for two weeks anywhere, and they tell me you never really relax until the second week.

I have now been to Philippines 11 times and will be back soon for trip #12. My trips are usually 9 or 10 days long. I have so much fun there that I can't begin to describe all there is to do. Here is my secret:

GET AWAY FROM THE BARS

I know, crazy idea. You go to a place with 300 bars and 4,000 working girls, and all I wanna do is get away from it. But that is what I do. Don't get me wrong, I go to the bars also, at night when things are hopping, but during the day I find real girls to hang with. At night I grab 3 or 4 of them and go bar hopping and see if we can pick up NEW girls. They are cheap and plentiful.

My experiences are so much richer because of the many friends I have made there. I rent a motor, and I know the side streets and back alleys like the back of my hand. I am now greeted as I ride the streets, and no not with a middle finger salute.

Grab a cutie from the night before, strap a helment on her head, and take her across town. I have been stuck in traffic going to Nepo Mall in old Angeles City. Take a few girls shopping at Jumbo Jenra, and buy them a weeks worth of groceries for 5,000 pesos (about $100 bucks). You will be a hero. Take a girl to the mall and buy her a silver ring she will cherish.

I admit, most of what I do involves me spending money on cute tiny little spinner girls that hardly reach my armpit.

I am sure I am overly generous, but these girls have so little and offer so much. There is a word they use for me, it is mabait. It means kind and generous. It is rare for a filipina to see it, so when they do, it makes a lasting impression.

I do not just limit my time to Angeles City. I also have found a suburb of MANILA where the hotel runs me 1200 a night (about $25 bucks) and as soon as I check in I have girls lined up in the lobby waiting for me.

True story. On one of my recent trips I had 5 girls in my hotel room. It was an orgy. I had 5 more girls waiting for me in the lobby. I let the first 5 go down stairs and I was trailing behind them when I heard this huge ruckus. There was a huge fight in the lobby when the first group of girls were confronted by the second. I was pulling girls off each other, and unclenching little fists full of hair. It was all I could do to get the first group out of the lobby.

I took the first group down the street and lectured them that if they fight in the lobby I can get kicked out of the hotel. This was not to be allowed. They all apologized and blamed the other girls.

I went back into the lobby and had the same discussion, and they said the same thing. I never found out who started it.

I have been all over the world. I have mongered in some places I was sure I would never survive. I have seen things and done things my friends back home would faint if they heard. But I have never had 10 cute young girls fighting over me before. It is a strange and wonderful country.

I have said this before, Philippines is the GFE capital of the world. Imagine a culture of girls raised to think foreigners like us are rock stars. We are the prize. These girls are taught that they must support their families when they become of age. We are the meal ticket. I am not saying this is a great way to start a relationship. I am just trying to explain why were are in so much demand.

Remember the old Road Runner cartoon, when the Coyote sees the Road Runner and a vision of a juicy steak pops into his head? I have no doubt that is what happens to these girls when they see me. It does not matter to me. For whatever reason, I am in demand and I take full advantage of my position in life. Is it fair that I have all the money and these girls have nothing but cuteness? No, not fair at all. I did not make the rules, I simply bend them to fit my situation.

Pauly, see you in AC.

RM

Pauly great report and your girls were very cute. I only spent two nights in AC so I probably need to spend a little more time there the next time. Thanks for taking the time to write your report.

Great Report man. Good to see a report through the lenses of newbie. The vets have knowledge no doubt but are becoming a group of old-cheap-knowledge-hording-dinosaurs. Your report is a blue print for any good trip to the philipines. Great pics too man. Your money is your money. Spend it how every you want.

Excellent report and pics Paulyvegas
Thanks for sharing with us!



(Message edited by harleyguy on September 02, 2009)

Excellent report! Thanks so much!

You may have actually tempted me to buy that ticket to the P.I. By the way, other than the price for pussy and hotels, you did not really give us your total expenses for the month. That info might be helpful.

I don't think I could afford a whole month off from work. I envy you that. I would not be bored as I could always find ways to entertain myself when I was not fucking the cuties. I would enjoy just laying around and reading. Or exploring the whole island chain.

How many girls did you fuck? Did you even bother to count them all up?

I am ambivalent about doing all that fucking without a condom. Of course, I would really enjoy it but I think it is extremely risky.

I did a lot of BBFS in the 70's when I stationed in northern Thailand at the end of the war. I had a hell of a lot of fun for very little money. The girls were $2 USD for TLN, GFE's.
That was very cheap, even in the 70's. And the ticket there and back and my room and board was on Uncle Sam.

I was a 19 year old virgin when I arrived in Thailand. Young, dumb and full of cum. I don't think I ever did so much fucking in my entire life and will probably never match that time period in my life for pure debauchery! It was a sex addicts paradise. I cried when the wheels of my departing C5 left the runway at Udorn for my flight back to "the world"!

I paid for all my "skinny dipping" in the sweet young pussy with a horrible case of anti-biotic resistant clap. I was pissing green fire! I think I am sterile from it as I have had a lot of condomless sex with girlfriends since and have never fathered a child. I have no regrets. It is probably better that a whoremonger like myself remains childless.

Things have changed dramatically since the 70's regarding safe sex. Now we have something even worse than anti-biotic resistant STD's to worry about.

I don't mean this to be a big lecture. I am just telling my story. In this life every man (and woman) has to decide for themselves whether they want to "roll the dice" and despense with the condom.

As I said, I am still very tempted to visit the Philipines and take a dip in that big pool of lovely, supple young brown flesh! Eventhough it feels fantastic, I am just not so sure if I will go skinny dipping!

Absolutely GREAT report! Vivid, flavorsome and concise. Agree with you about all the "veteran mongers" who want to educate the newbies in a vain attempt to keep the status quo. First off, Koreans are the ones flying in with the moneybags driving up the prices but if you are going to take issue with paying ten bucks more for a BF than you did 7 or 10 years back, you're tripping over toothpicks. I've been to AC more times than I can remember, first trip 1972. The talent comes and goes and that will never change. Check out this link if have any doubts.

http://www.clarkab.com/clark_photo_girls.htm

Awesome, thanks, love AC. Great place to spend a vacation.

Musta missed this one when posted somehow... Great report and some off the chart cuties@ Many judos on a job and adventure well done!

Love the report, makes me want to visit AC