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09-04-2011, 09:54 PM
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CONNED Part 2 by Anonymous ... 21/10/2005
http://www.stickmanbangkok.com/Reader/reader2067.htm Good God, what’s wrong with you guys? Have none of you ever played any sports or simple games like Poker, Chess or Checkers for that matter? What about Marbles for Christ sakes? Do you tell your opponent the game plan in the middle of the 2nd because you have “feelings” for them and you want them to kick your ass royally and shit you out because of such feeeeeeeeelings? Wow, please send me an email because I have investment property in post hurricane New Orleans. I have for sale at a good price. Bring your own snorkel and flippers or simply send me your money, I’ll even get you laid almost free and I will arrange someone to tell you they “love” you at no extra cost. Same same as the others but different….. sure. Why at any age does your edge for a challenge and competition drain out your dicks like a good piss after 7 Singhas? Can’t you remember the exuberance in your youth when you won and the feel of success? Dad clapping his hands and everything accompanied with the subsequent adrenaline high? Did anyone say this must stop at a specific age? Tell me who told you victory is for other people. I suspect a lot of you have also declined to compete at work as well and watch the brains pass you but while you cry in silence about imagined discrimination because of some kind of inherited defect or whatever politically correct issue is popular at the moment. God gave you balls, use them. Never say “die” and remember no one wins until the 8 ball drops. Iiiiieeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! I read some of the Reader Submissions and want to slit my wrists. Have men been reduced to this I ask? Please tell me who ever in your life told you that if you’re good to people they will be good to you? Who ever said the world is easy and you must permit everyone to kick the crap out of you? Whoever told you to believe whatever you hear or bend over and take it with a smile? Even my mother used to say “believe nothing you hear and half of what you see”. Who I ask told you to choke up your hard earned dollars for a piece of sugar coated ass. Certainly no commercials I’ve ever seen. More importantly, who in your life told you that you cannot have what “you” want and it is wrong to take it when and where you want it? Weren’t you were raised to succeed, have you ever hear the words that it’s not “polite to be successful”? Don’t get sucked into believing you “must” be nice. The “do onto others as you would have them do onto you” thing only applies to Victorialand, not Buddhaville. When in Rome do as the Romans. Learn the game or get cut to third string and watch from the pines but please do throw your wallets when you’re told exactly when the time is right. I could use a few sucker friends like you to hang out with. God Damn I wish my ex-wife’s lawyer was as complacent as some of you bitches. You think you have problems, let me share my current No. 1 dilemma. My last Submission titled “Conned” described the “practice round” from the BG with the long legs that I managed to get to hike up to Bangkok from Pattaya for pocket change. By the way she’s still singing the blues via satellite and still wants to love me long time. If only I would forgive her and give her a chance to be my woman as she misses me so much. Ha, I scored one for the Farangs and she wants me to forgive her, go figure. Anyway what she can possible do to me when/if she ever sees me cannot compare to the risk round I dare to accept. What are the odds? The field looks like this: I have Sue or I think she spells it Tonnsoo or some other strategically distractive crap like that and she “loves me like no other man she’s known in her life”. We met on Walking Street and we went to Lucifer’s for the initial pre-game negotiations to get things started. When her friends recognized her at a distance they approached with the usual BS broadcast interview questions like “where you from” and “what you name”? I felt like a cash flow celebrity fat cat in a peasant feed fest contest. Unbeknownst to me someone pulled the trigger on the starter pistol before I could get into position because she maneuvered me like a real pro. Just like “Man O War” at the fucking starting gate, a real thoroughbred with inherited bloodlines and flanks to prove it. I believed this one could such start a snow blower in a sand storm. I even felt movement and accepted the game. Anyway we spent a week together in September before I had to return to Europe for work. To prove her undying love for me she escorted me to the big BKK and in front of me purchased an airline ticket to her home community to stay with her family, away from the evils of Pattaya. All in the name of proving to me she wants to stop working and will wait for me to return. She even had the gall to give me her mothers phone number so if I wanted to check to see if she’s home I could call it late at night for confirmation points. Damn this ones good, for all I know it might be her mama sans number at a fish bowl but who cares it’s gotta be worth something not previously accounted for. I accepted the challenge and thought “let the games begin”. My situation may only sound simplistic to most but please let me ramble. She calls me everyday telling me how she wants my babies and can’t wait to marry me. She tells me she’s in some Northern Thailand mountain jungle village or whatever waiting for me to return. (which of course I promised her I will get there “as soon as I can”). Jeez, she makes me feel like Tarzan hyped on a crack enema. More jitters than Huston gone hypothermic. I wake up in the morning thinking about her with wood under the sheets and everything. So for fun I have indeed call her at 03:00 in her morning just to see if she is as good as the billboards promise. Gotta give her extra points for the effort and energy to move to a quiet area before she presses the “talk” button on the mobile. This ones happening, considering some BG’s are stupid enough not to think this through beforehand while all the time explaining the loud noises you hear in the background with claims to be her TV or family talking with gusto. Anyway, I will be returning shortly and made a strategic error by telling her what day my flight arrives. I mentally write off this drop of the left hand or error because of me being without sleep due to the recent adjustment of time zones, jet lag some may call it. No worries though, it can be recovered. I just can’t permit my moral to drop at this critical moment, I need to stay pumped, I need all the focus I can muster. Focus, stay focused. Let me explain why. The situation is, I have this other Hotel Receptionist waiting for my arrival. Let’s call her Rita the Receptionist for now. Rita is in a whole different league but the net results are the same. She claims I’m her first boyfriend in 5 years and only gave in to me the night we met because I’m special. In the room she played it good. She stood there like a deer in the headlights with all eyeballs and undressed like a virgin before the sacrifice. But naked she got nevertheless. All the time pleading a rare Pattaya innocence. She explained she came to Pattaya only because of her undying love for beaches. Anyway in the end you can take away points because she used words in bed such as “most men like this” and “most men like that” so without a blink I thought “is this woman stupid or am I imagining she speaks such fundamental errors”? Keep your cool I thought; just remember the first one to break the game rules is the first to loose. My strategy remained steadfast, score some sack time for free, move on and accept the next challenge. “Extra points if you can get her to invite a friend”. Challenge – Supremo Ultimo Grande Numero Uno por favor They both know when I arrive. Is this a maneuver of a fool or the strategy of a real player? Remember who made up the rules? They lie to me, I lie to them. The one thing Thai’s taught me best was the ability to lie and not look away. Keep the eyes centered and don’t change your facial expressions. Never and I mean never look down at your feet or touch your face while spinning your yarn. Maintain eye contact and wait until they look away. Cry as required. Trust me it works. Then to continue, my aspirations are to somehow avoid the arrival of Jungle Jane (Soo, Sue, Shoe, Poo or whatever) for a couple days and honk around town with Receptionist Rita. Invent a reason why Rita makes me sad and tell her I need some time to myself to ponder our future in the imaginary prosperous land of plenty and go make hay with Jane while Jane shines. After a day or two I’ll tell Jane that I need to go to BKK to arrange for her bank account transfer on my own because I need space to think as our future is so important to me, what with babies in the schedule and all. Whatever it is she wants. But I can’t simply jump into this situation without a little soul searching. Then I’ll skip over to wine and dine Rita for a day or two possibly with the boost of some cheap Viagra. I pretty much figure by then I will need some help and I can justify it all by reminding myself some athletic pros use steroids. Don’t forget one must always give the impression they are with their soul mate with enthusiasm and could never drain the snake with different horrible evil bargirl. Get it up at any cost or they will suspect. I do have a confession though; I am trying to imagine how I can find a way to connect the two of them together. One on each arm for free. Especially the way they both “love me so much and could never be with another man”. One even claims she loves me “too much” and she hurts of the thought of not being with me. Continued...... 
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09-04-2011, 09:55 PM
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CONNED Part 2 by Anonymous ... 21/10/2005 http://www.stickmanbangkok.com/Reader/reader2067.htm I think I need to work Jane first, she seems to be a little distant at the initial proposition when I tabled the threesomes issue in September. Then I’ll try to slow bleed Rita into the forum with the utmost delicacy. After all, I am the first man she’s been with in five years. I must try to figure a way to get her to believe it was her idea and I am only going along with her to make her happy. Oddly enough, and I may be dreaming, but I do believe the trophy goes to the one that can execute this without getting physically maimed or the involving the police, judicial system or her family. Lets call it the coupe de grace, the executioner’s song, the “GOLD” if we may. But what else is there to shoot for, I missed out on their virginity? They tell me no but I find it slightly difficult to swallow. In the end, again, don’t place any bets until you hear from me. No one told me insider knowledge is illegal in Thailand. May be in NA but here I’m talking Rome. Please guys, stop being the victim and start using the very chromosomes God gave you. Learn the rules like any other game you embark upon and do your best to win. Don’t bring your “feeeeeelings” to the ring. Kick ass and kick it large. Big big stakes such as your self esteem and hard earned cash are on the table. Win when you play and only bring what you’re prepared to loose. Or loose the mega boom boom and cry like your sister in a rainstorm. Think!!!! in sports, at work, in life or in Thailand, remember being the second Farang on her list is only the first looser in a race full of other loser’s. Lock and Load with full knowledge of the game and be prepared to take a hit now and again all in the name of the game. Who can tell me they’ve had a “bad” orgasm? You still won. Work hard and play hard, if you’re going to reach out then reach large or go play with your sister. No more victim “mummy she hurt me” shit. Try or die trying but stop the belly aching for loosing. If you were a Gladiator they’d be dragging your sorry ass off the field while bleeding from your nostrils. This loss can only train and encourage you for the next game. What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger. Clichés retain impact for a reason. Not that I want to be him, but a lot of what this Anonymous chap says hits the nail, who says we have to play by their rules. There's really more than a lesson or 2 to be learned here, especially for all those sad fucks over at the Matters of the Heart forum. Maybe I C&P these 2 parts over there as well.
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14-04-2011, 07:33 PM
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Bro waiting for more update. Hv U try that recipe? Will know the result in a week time.
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18-04-2011, 07:31 PM
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18-04-2011, 07:38 PM
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New Year In The Cambodian Countryside Part 1
The Khmer New Year falls on the 13 of April this year and, faced with a Phnom Penh that will soon be emptied, I agreed without any hesitation to go with a few friends to go visiting some of their employees who hailed from Preah Veng Province. I know, I know, there will be no electricity, lots of mozzies, no bars even though ironically, the provinces are the source of the majority of the bargirls who work in the capital, but I have to be somewhere other than Phnom Penh. Remember I told my FB that I will be away when she invited me to go visit her hometown? to meet her family? where I will be under scrutiny from the entire clan? Hell, the parents are younger than me! Heaven forbids, I might even be going to my engagement party. Haven’t these natives heard of the new ruling forbidding foreigners over 50 from marrying their women? So it was to be that Thursday morning the 5 of us Singaporeans packed ourselves in a rickety 10-sitter van, Sam, a long time buddy, and who’s been here in the Kingdom for like 15 years. There were 3 other new arrivals - R, T and RL, semi-retirees on a mission to see if there’s anything they can invest in. The others in the van are Cambodians, the driver, who works for Sam; the driver’s fiancée; Chhan, Sam’s manager and also his right-hand man, Chhan’s uncle. How is it that so many of Sam’s employees are going to the same kampong? Yep, you guess right, all his employees hail from the same village. 10 years ago he hired his first employee, Chhan, who, as the company expanded, got more and more of his relatives and friends to work for Sam. Now, almost 80% of the employees are related or childhood friends. The distance from PP to the village isn’t that far, to be fair. The first 2 hours of the journey was travelled on the Highway No. 1. This 4-lane road, although unlit except in towns, is fairly good, all built with money from grants from foreign countries. The rough going starts on the 3rd hour when the van turns off the highway, from then until the village proper, it’s a 2-lane dirt track. If we were going slow, I can imagine how much slower it would be in the rainy season. When the rain comes, it pours for days on end, lasting like 2 months. The entire countryside, now browned with cracked dry padi fields, would be completely flooded as far as the eyes can see. From the air, it’s like a giant lake criss-crossed only by roads and peppered by housed built on stilts. All roads in Cambodia are raised by a good meter or 2. After another hour or so, the van turned into another smaller road, more bumpy, less cars. The van’s air-con was acting up and we had to turn it off. The windows were slid back and first whiff of the countryside permeates the van. The earthy smell of dung, from cows, pigs and occasional pony. As we passed houses after houses, it seems a lot to me these country folks are animal lovers, there are cows under their houses, peacefully cohabiting with a pig or 10, and chickens, lots of chickens and the inevitable dogs. Now I am beginning to wonder, if I can smell them from a moving vehicle….  Eventually we reached our destination at around 11am. Chhan’s uncle has agreed to put us up at his house. We unloaded our overnight bags and hauled them up to the house. As you can see from the pic, the house is built on concrete columns although I came across some that are, I’m sure out of cost considerations, fashioned of wood.  The entire house measures 150sqm, with 3 tiny rooms about 3 x 4 m, 2 of which are bedrooms and one’s a kitchen, which is odd, considering there’s no sink nor plumbing. The rest of the house is quite bare, a small cabinet of sorts, on top of which sits a antique 16” JVC TV, I’m not sure if it’s a CTV because, well, there’s no electricity supply. The rest of the space is one big living room. The uncle has already prepared our ‘beds’, 6 mats on the bamboo floor from which we can see the ground below through the slits between the bamboo strips. Each of us gets a cushion for pillow with a blanket. Ah, good, the blanket can be doubled up for a bolster. Other than that, the house is tidy and nicely kept. All of us are now ready to take a shower to wash the grime and dirt of the journey off. There’s only one outhouse so we had to take our turns. When it came to mine, I negotiated carefully the 10m of ground generously littered with cowdung. The bathroom was quite pleasantly tiled. I had expected it dark and damp, pieces of rotting planks over ground for floor and horrors, cobwebs everywhere and mosquitoes. The toilet was of course squatting type, OK, I can live with that. I looked around, the bathroom was illuminated by the pre-fab bricks with holes patterned in and wondered what if I had to take a dump in the middle of the night. The portion of the small room was bricked up to store water for the shower, how the uncle gets the water in I can only guess as I don’t see any plumbing, and where does the water comes from? I don’t see a well outside. Anyway the water is a good relief from the 35 degree heat outside. OK, everyone is done and we’re ready to start the New Year celebrations at Chhan’s house.
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20-04-2011, 06:47 PM
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Bro, any Khmer girl to introduce? I already divorced and hope to settle down again. Thanks. Regards Vigilant42
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21-04-2011, 02:09 PM
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This is interesting, so here's my 100 riel worth (USD0.025). Many people, barangs mainly, come to Cambodia looking for love but lost focus because there's a multitude of distractions, mainly easy access to beautiful girls, cheap sex in the form of KTV hostesses, bargirls, brothels, beer promoters and the likes. So, the first thing one needs to do is steel oneself from falling into the 'bargirl trap' because once you're here it will be impossible not to indulge a bit. Looking for a potential life partner is not something we want to rush into, and the last situation one wants to be in is falling for a girl who's 'exposed'. The term 'exposed' does not comprised only of the above-mentioned group of girls. There are the Khmer version of Sarong Party Girls, girls who are interested only in foreigners. These girls are obviously slightly more worldly, educated, with better IQ as well as EQ, with better language skills, but nevertheless just as mercenary. But let's not paint this group with the same brush. The spectrum in which these SPGs belong to is wide, and the girls at opposing ends of the spectrum differs vastly. On one end, the line between a SPG and a 'exposed' is faint and grey. On the other end, she could be a office manager or executive, and might even prove an asset to the husband with her better social skills. Nevertheless, they all have their eyes fixed on the foreigner who can provide a better standard of living for her family, and does selectively sleep with those with potential. Well, that's nothing wrong with trying to improve one's family's lot, is there? I would venture to say it's noble, even. Then we come to the group of 'ordinary' girls. The spectrum for this group is even wider. At the bottom rung we have the lowly educated, country 'bumpkin', with very little or no language skills. Further up the ladder, girls with better education but no better language skills. The game of marriage is tricky enough with a girl in your own country, marrying a girl with whom you can’t communicate boggles the mind. As in Thailand, Vietnam and in fact, most improvished 3rd world countries, the family comes first for these girls, you marry the girl, you marry the family, and you are expected to, for want of a better word, ‘support’ them, built them a better shack, buy them a adjoining piece of land, a motorcycle, support the siblings in schools and so on. The actual cost of marriage may be cheap, or at least cheaper than in your country, but know you that the costs doesn’t quite end there. I am not discouraging anyone from marrying a Cambodian girl but one better be aware of all that entails. Cambodian girls are nice, they are sexy, bigger tits than Sinkie girls, longer legs. They are subservient, kind although I have not seen their dark side yet. Even the bargirls are not as mercenary as the Viet, Thai and the PRCs counterparts. So go in with your eyes completely opened and do the due diligence. I know this is a very generic reply but having said all that, I think you would do better marrying a Cambo than the others, with all due respect to them. Still want to marry a Cambodian? Come here for a stretch of time, it’s cheap, mix around, get to know the people. There are people who can and will introduce you good girls but ultimately, you are the one who will be stuck with a wife, good or bad. I can introduce you a few 'bad' girls for the sake of your 'research', so you have some point of reference. The least I can do, haha.
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21-04-2011, 09:36 PM
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Bro, thanks for the analysis and advice.
But I still want to know some cambodia gal. haha. Regards Vigilant42
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21-04-2011, 10:46 PM
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22-04-2011, 10:49 PM
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Well, then, come over to the Penh, it's been rumoured to have tons of nice Cambodian girls, you know.
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22-04-2011, 10:51 PM
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Further to above post, just remember a saying attributed to Zsa Zsa Gabor. 'When I'm good, I'm very good. When I'm bad, I'm even better'. So, now you have a choice a good, bad and 'better' girls. Hahaha
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23-04-2011, 10:55 PM
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New Year In The Cambodian Countryside Part 2
First destination of many was Chhan’s house. A humble shophouse along the dirt road, the family runs a grocery shop of sorts, selling ice and rice, coffee, noodle soup and as far as I can see, not much else. Needles to say, every time a car or a truck goes by, it brings in its wake a cloud of dust, settling down on everyone and everything, including that cuppa coffee or bowl of soup you are eating. We greet the parents, pinched the cheeks of the little kids and were ushered to the backyard. We walked by the kitchen housed in another shack, past the pigstyle with a pig and a few piglets in it, I didn’t count because the smell was overpowering. On the right was another shack - the bathroom, then a overgrowth of trees, mangoes, guavas and other fruit trees which were not fruiting yet therefore unidentifiable by me. Further in, a pond, no, 2 ponds, with ducks swimming about. The shed has been built besides the pond with a raised bamboo platform, able to sit maybe 10. Cambodians loved to do their social interactions sitting on these, eating, drinking and talking. There are beer gardens on the outskirts of Phnom Penh, along the beaches down in the south, where people eat & interact. In some of these places, there are girls you can invite for some company for a couple of dollars. Needless to say they are also available for some time at nearby motels. But I digress.  Chhan, knowing foreigners are not accustomed to sitting without chairs, had thoughtfully laid out tables and chairs. The beers were already chilled and ready In large ice boxes, 5 cartons at least. Before the session ended, we would consumed another 5. . The food was brought out, chicken pieces fried with ginger, lemongrass and garlic, stewed duck, served by the sisters and other relatives. We ate, and we drank, and we drank. It was just before noon. By 2pm, 3 hired hands came and wade into the waist high pond and plucked and removed the large tree branches from the pond. Curious, I asked why they were there in the first place. To prevent the ducks from eating the fish. Ignorant city bumpkins, they were polite not to add.   After the pond was clear of the debris, 2 of them went in again, each holding an end of the net shaped like a tennis net, and walked from one end to the other of the pond. Fishes were jumping all over by the time they neared the other side. They lifted the net out onto the ground. The fishes were then sorted, those to be eaten, the fries, catfishes and so on. The smaller ones were thrown back, the catfishes were thrown into the other pond, the fries surprisingly were poured into a small basin. The larger ones size of an adult’s palm were immediately washed but not scaled or gutted, and put into a bucket with ice and water and salt in it. While all these was going on, a charcoal stove was lit. 5 fishes were grilled on a chicken wire at a time, and served to us, scales and all. I took one and used a fork to brush the scales off easily. Chhan’s friend told me not to, the scales are crispy and nice, he said. I tried a piece with scales and all and yes, the scales were indeed crispy. More friends of Chhan came, more plates of chicken and duck were served. We were completely stuffed and were content to just sip our beer. The newcomers will not have that from their foreign visitors and keep filling our glasses and ‘che mui’, bottoms up. I took refuge after a while by going to the bathroom and took a quick shower to wash off the sweat and grime accumulated from the journey and afternoon sun. By 4 pm, I was flat out sleeping on the bamboo platform. When I woke, it was already 5. The others were still drinking and eating. In a while more we were scheduled to visit some relatives of Chhan, and more drinking and eating followed.
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02-05-2011, 06:48 PM
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New Year In The Cambodian Countryside Part 3
The stream of events that followed became a haze, we must have gone to visit at least 2 other families. Each plied us with beer, and chicken fried with ginger, and more beer. One of my friends remarked don’t they have some variety but another wisely said hey, look around you, these people are dirt poor, we ought to be grateful, this probably is the best they have and they’re putting it out for us. That woke us up a bit and we tried our very best to show our gratitude to the host. So, we gave maybe $10 to $20 to the children at each destination, knowing it is a huge amount to these folks and goes to defray the cost of food and beers incurred. The round of visits was deemed over for the day at around 6pm, the sun setting over the parched padi fields. In a while it would be dark. We went back to Chhan’s uncle’s house to shower and prepare for the evening’s activities. The district chief holds a party once every year at this time. The uncle had a genset running to power a foot-long fluorescent light up in the living room as well as another in the bathroom, a nice touch. So we all took turns to shower, walking gingerly to the outhouse to avoid stepping on any freshly dumped fertilizer. At around 8 or so we took off to the party of the year. On arrival, our party were ushered to a table and served beers. We brought along 3 cartons of the excellent Angkor beer. The brewery was built by a Malaysian group. In the early years, the beer was far from palatable and sales lagged behind Anchor Beer. Ever since Carlsberg bought a majority stake in Angkor the quality has improved tremendously and today it commands a lion’s share of the Cambodian market. Considering its majority foreign ownership, its labeled ‘Our Country, Our Beer’ is an irony. Nevertheless, it’s an excellent beer. The district chief came over and because foreigners are quite a rare sight to folks in this parts, we were treated like VIPs. A rather large dish was served, I couldn’t make out what it was initially in the poor light but upon closer scrutiny, turned out to be boiled pig offals. Intestines, stomach, brain, liver, tongue and other parts I couldn’t identify, served with a plate of salt, pepper & lime juice. I took a piece of liver and from its tastelessness, surmised that the offal is boiled in plain water without any seasoning. More cholesterol I do not need, and in any case we weren’t all that hungry from the food we had eaten the entire day. We turned our attention to the throngs of people dancing away, doing the rhombong (spelling?). If it’s different from the Thai style of dancing, you know, hands doing the ‘$5 out, $3 in’ moves while going around in circles, I wouldn’t know about it, me, who’s born with 2 left feet. Nevertheless, we were dragged out by several ladies who wouldn’t see us boys sitting there. So there we were, dumb ignorant city boys trying hard not to embarrass ourselves going around and round a table with some flower arrangement on it. Eventually we got the hang of it, the routine isn’t that difficult, 6 basic steps and unlike line dancing, and it doesn’t deviate much, so that pretty much suits me fine. I took the opportunity to have a better look at the several young girls, in particular the daughter of the district chief who’s a bit of a looker. She taller than most girls there, maybe 1.6m, fine slim legs, mmm… she looks good and she knows it too, she had that slightly haughty look. A couple of times she saw me looking at her but then all the males there were too. Well, nothing would come out of it and after a couple more around the floral table, I went back to my beer. The guys in my party were back at the table sipping their beers and we were all feeling the effect of the day and at someone’s suggestion, we all agreed to call it a day. We thanked the chief and said our bye-byes. The uncle has arranged for a gen-set set up to power up a small florescent light to the living room we were to sleep in and another to the bathroom. We were glad to pay the $12 for the rental of the gen-set for the night which includes the diesel. Except for S, who made a sad choice of sleeping near the tiny florescence light and had insects which were attracted by the light crawling all over him the whole night, our snores resonate throughout the quiet Cambodian countryside in blissful harmony with the crickets. It came as a surprise to me in an environment like this, with a pond and animal droppings in the compound of every house, there is a noticeable absence of flies and mosquitoes. Perhaps the rain hasn’t arrived yet but that still does not explain the flies. Cockroaches too. The villagers are not exactly tidy housekeepers, they tend throw things discriminately everywhere, even in Phnom Penh and perhaps even more so. Our cock crowed, I opened my eyes and it was still fairly dark. I looked at my mobile, it was 5.30. Damn, it’s too early to be up but the crowing continued every 30 seconds or so. A few of the others were also stirring save for S, the insect lover. The uncle was up and about, having already let the cows and chickens out, and was weeding his vegetable plot. His teenage son was surly, kept to himself and eyed us probably with resent in his heart. I don’t blame him, jobs in this part of the country are scarce, prospect even dimmer. Ill-educated, what can he can look forward to, there’s nothing constructive here to keep him occupied. He would probably end up in the city competing with other country migrants for odd-jobs, no wonder he is resentful.
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Virgin trip to PP
Background
I was planning a trip around a few SE Asian countries and eventually ended up with Bangkok => Phnom Penh => Batam, Indonesia => Singapore => Pattaya. I hit the PP on 14-18th of April. I was in contact with Faidenk before my trip and he told me that PP is pretty much dead during the Khmer New Year. On the other hand before going there I was in BKK and I hate the Sonkhran festifal they have at the time. Unfortunately Faidenk was in the province most of the time during New Year and we did not have a chance to play snooker together which I thought would have been exciting. However, I'm really happy that he came back to PP on Sunday (my last night), so that I had an opportunity to meet him, and I did! A lot of respect to you my friend Faidenk!!! I'm writing this now roughly 3 weeks after the trip without any notes from trip, so I might be missing some details. Arrival Flight from BKK arrived in the afternoon, took a tuk-tuk (5$) to a small boutique hotel Eureka Villas around street 184. I had there the terrace suite which cost around 70-80$ a night. If you like privacy, a lot of room, but relatively good location, this is good for you. They have cheaper rooms at 49$ or so. The "hotel" has ~10 rooms all together. I like places like this more than big ones serving more "package tourist" type of customers. On my way to hotel, I was really wondering that PP is a really quiet city based on the traffic. Of course I needed some essentials, i.e. toiletries, whisky, mixers, cigarets, condoms, etc. Luckily there was a mall just behind the corner to get all I need. First girl - Day 1 & 2 Based on my studies from Internet, I had concluded that there are following places to go: St 136, St 104, Sharkies, Walkabout, HoD. So I hit St 136 and the first bar on the right hand side when you walk from the riverfront. Only 5 girls there, the name was "pussy" something. They said that typicallly they have around 15 girls. One was really nice. I'm not so much after SYT, she was 26 or so, but very sweet. We played, joked, etc, end eventually I took her to the hotel. She was a very positive experience, there were only two negative things - 1) she was not shaved and 2) she was very shy, i.e. no lights on or curtains open when we had sex. I was with her 2 consequtive nights. We together also next day and had a lot of fun. Her name was Iran, Irin, Arin, or something like that. Please treat her well! Then I decided I have to move on, otherwise same thing happens as so many times before that I do not explore the whole portfolio of talent available;-) Second girl Next morning I went to killing fields, shooting range, etc. That was a good excuse to get rid of that nice girl. I told her that I go to a full day bicycling trip and it would be too tough for her to follow. In the afternoon I went to check out St 104. Not so much action. Then St 136, don't remember the bar but there were 2-3 beauties, >15 girls alltogether. One was young and had very big tits, tried to get her attention with very little success. Made some card tricks to the other two but they were not impressed;-) Need to learn better tricks! I drunk maybe 5-6 whiskies there and I thought, better to get back to hotel, take shower and try something else. After taking shower I went to walkabout to play some pool and met one girl, pretty good pool player. Tall girl, nice body, very enthusiastic, but something in her eyes told me that she has used something for a bit too long. I thought she is not a reliable partner for even an overnight exploration. Told her that I actually have already a girlfriend which I'll meet later in the evening. Went to Sharky's. Not much action there, but there was a group of three girls sitting close to one of the pool tables. So I went there and asked if anybody would like to play. They all wanted to play;-) First one was young, nice body, but I did not like her attitude. Second one, very lively person, funny, outspoken, made me feel good with her company. She was hungry and wanted to go to eat to walkabout. Ok, went there. Then this first woman from walkabout noticed me and asked, is this the girl you told about before. She was quite aggressive towards the other girl. I said no, but pretty much all the hassle was between the girls while I sipped my gin tonic;-) It looked liked that some bigger fight is going to come out of it, but luckily not so. After we had finished the dinner we called her friend and the three of us went to HoD. I have to say, this was not a place I like, but many others will likely do so. Better to experience it by yourself. Later at night my girl proposed that we take also her friend into my room. I was excited and thought that this is going to end up into some sort of gang bang, but no. She wanted to just sleep. The latter was quite interesting girl, she did not speak a word of english but she could speak the language (with her hands) of people who can not hear anything. I never fucked her, which I will regret forever. We developed pretty good relationship with her during the next two days we saw each other. Anyway, my girl was fun too, perhaps a bit too young for my taste. Meeting Faidenk Faidenk told me already earlier that he is in the province. However, eventually he came back a day before I went to Indonesia. There were some communication problems due to my SIM cards, but finally I met him at some restaurant which I'm not sure where it was, because Faidenk directed the tuk-tuk driver there;-) Well, there was Faidenk with many of his friends. There was a very good party atmosphere. I thought these are astronauts who have just come back to earth from a 6 month mission in space station  I was very warmly welcome. Beer was flowing, people were dancing, and some really sexy girls dancing. It looked liked a private party, coz everybody knew each other including the people running the bar. All in all, we have had very interesting discussions with Faidenk. I have to say that now I understand better why in the stories of his diary you can feel so much experience in life and encounters with women. Faidenk is a very nice person and I hope I will see you again sooner than later. Also one of your friends I can still remember very well, it was the one who danced all the time with that very good looking "sex machine" I think he is propably a happy man too. 2nd girl cont' After that we went to some bar in street 136 I suppose. Played some pool, drink some more, and I saw one very nice girl, aged 28. This may sound old, but she looked good, she behaved well, she was nice, I was very interested. I had promised to go see my girl in Sharky's so eventually I went there. Met her (let's call her Fun, forgot her name already), but this other girl ("now aka Classic") was still in my mind... In Sharky's I met Fun, but I was not so excited about her at that point. After we had eaten, she said that she wants to go fix the jeans she had bought earlier that day. I said ok, but thought why have fix now coz this is my last evening, why not tomorrow. So, I thought now it is time to go. After she left, I told her friend I did not like that and said I'll go now and don't want see her again. I went downstairs and told to the moto driver that I want to go to street 136. Then I tried to find the bar where we had been with Faidenk to find that Classic lady. Went to a number of bars but could not find the one where we had been. Eventually I ended up in bar 136. My phone had already rung a few times and I noticed that Fun had tried to call me. I sat down, ordered a drink, was a bit frustrated coz I could not find Classic. Then the waitress pointed to left side of me and I look at there, Fun sits right beside me and looks very pissed off. I asked how she found me. She said, her friend was in Sharky's balcony when I left and heard that I said "136" to the moto driver... How bad luck is that If I was in any other bar in st 136, perhaps I was still free to look for new talent. Of course, I could have said go home, but did not, and then I was also the last night with her. Conclusions I liked PP a lot eventhough it was Khmer New Year. It was really my pleasure to meet Faidenk. Next time we meet I hope we can do two things: 1) Play snooker, also with those army generals 2) go off the beaten track with some selected nice girls for a 1-2 nights All the best for you and thank you very much for your hospitality and friendship!!!
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