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…things such as my survival equipment, utensil collection (Dildos, sexy underwear etc), photo equipment, DVD player, and one pair of schreddies. However, after a couple of days, the Burnei did manage to deliver me the lost case, which contained my clothes. I spent a couple of days running around in the same T-shirt, the chicks in AC then praised me that I had changed my clothes. Everything ran smoothly after this initial shock, if not uneventfully.
Arrived in AC in the middle of the night, first thing I did was a few rounds down town with a few coincidental friends I had met. Had a few drinks then down to the Santos Street to get rid of some of the excess “juice” and stop my balls bursting. Of course, due to the Jet lag, I was not able to sleep at six in the morning as the others did, so I nipped down to the Margarita Station to get a bite to eat. Then I phoned Romea up, an old acquaintance from the previous trip, a natural talent (licks everything, even her fellow sufferers).
She turned up straight away, the evening, or better said, the morning had been saved, it’s nice when one is able to fall back upon the tried and tested….
More tried and tested the next “morning”: Santos Street…. Very good blower, shared her with Jimmy who had something wrong with his foot and had to stay in the hotel room (no pics).
Found everything as I had left it three months before: The girls in the Gogo still humorous and willing. Moderate prices (16 Euros for Long Time), Alcohol costs next to nothing. The girls are wild about being taken along, the Mamasans also do business in this way, because they don’t earn very much on the drinks. One can also take the waitresses along with one if one likes, but its not compulsory. At the back, the renowned girl wearing a new outfit.
Santos Street, Karaoke Bar. Caution, Ladyboys…. Who are able to be recognised even when pissed up, which is quite the opposite to those in Thailand.
Took three hens along with me from a place that opened at ten in the morning (Gogo). God, were they hopeless and boring, chucked one of them out again after ten minutes.
More Gogo Bars. At the front, a not that young liquor-saleswoman (29). Jimmy grabbed her and let her nurse him back to health for a week. What a show she presented, the other hens just stood there watching with there jaws wide open, honest.
I screwed the arse of her on his couch one morning, because I was feeling extremely horney (had given my hen the sack due to bad performance) …. What was he supposed to do with his bad foot, gg, seriously though, we share everything, and he even cheered me on as well….
To the right in Angeles, dead, a few months ago I had been able to get something really well worth while there. The scene is very fast moving, the hens change quite often, especially the good ones.
Apartelle Royal, the corridor to my room, not bad, view. Hotel description will follow on the homepage.
Artists, ST in the Santos, AC during the daytime (as usual, didn’t really realise what was going on). Hens on standby. The new Dollhouse, this Gogo Bar is open 24 hours a day! Won’t find anything like that in Thailand. One drawback, it has a sort of a cold atmosphere, I just couldn’t get warmed up. Last picture: Brown Sugar, nice place.
Another “Short Time” down the Santos Street, this bar girl was on the rag…. Doesn’t matter though, one sometimes has to make do with a decent blowjob as a sex-tourist ….
Picture 1: In the MARGARITA STATION. Here one is able to get a good meal. Apart from the fatty Ami crap, there is very good soup Filipino style, the Thai food is not bad either. Also working here are girls who play billiard, similar to those in the bars of Bangkok or Pattaya.
Picture 2: Visit to a slum, sorry, but that is what it has to be called, my girlfriend’s family haven’t even got electricity…. She proudly introduced me to her mother and brothers.
Last picture: Freelance artists from the “Fields” (that’s the name given to the street where everything is going on in Angeles). The picture deceives, no; it is not an iron tooth. It is some sort of adapted piece of jewellery, the dentist did it. 18, sweet, a nice little thing, also took part at one or the other party – was very active.
A drink is well liked by the Gogo Bar girls of Angeles: The “Blowjob”, which is served in a small glass, some sort of sweet stuff topped off with cream. All one has to do is drink it without the use of the hands. “Cherry-girls” and other “fun-blockers” sometimes cannot manage.
Not Romea: Here she demonstrates how to do it properly. First of all, the cream is slowly, and of course with enjoyment, licked from the top of the drink, whilst doing so, one plays with the tip of the tongue. This gets the male spectators hotted up. Any cream that runs down the side is licked up thoroughly. Finally, the glass is picked up with the lips, the head is tipped back, and the rest of the contents are downed in one. She celebrated her achievement. Yes, the girls really do know how to get us men horney…. Amusing.
I flew with this plane on a trip across the Pinatubo Volcano, made the trip together with a mate. Video on the CD.
“Robinson” Shopping Mall, just a cheap copy when compared with the Thai malls.
My little freelancer got on with Romea straight away. Good for me and the following action. Together with us: A waitress from a Gogo, 19 years old, a fantastic body. I fell in love straight away as I saw her in her waitresses uniform, her extremely short skirt stretched over her buttock. I arranged her for the rest of the evening; the party was just fantastic….
With a taxi back through Manila to the Airport....
Our next destination was Phuket…. We had to travel via Brunei where we made a short stop. We arrived at Bangkok late in the evening; unluckily there were no more flights to the island so we spent the night in Bangkok, went down the Sukhumvit Road for a bite to eat, then off to bed. Both of us were pretty knackered, 12 nights in Angles, and that on the fast lane…. Next morning down at the airport, we found out that all the Thais computers had crashed! Just managed to get tickets. A lot of the flights to the island have also been removed from the timetable, the reason being the Tsunami.
OK, off to my favourite island! Holiday on the beach, girls, good food, no end of celebrations.
I pulled my first freelancer out on the street, down to the beach (here Laem Singh). Was a load of crap: Opened her bikini, pulled the string, she got a bit uptight about it! Must have paid a visit Germany at some time or other…. Didn’t let her know what I thought, but took her home in the evening and gave her the sack. Where the hell are we, we have enough such bitches in Germany.
What to eat at Hat Rawai in the Tiger Disco (good for freelancers, be careful, they try to take the piss when it come to the price of their services).
The picture of the woman with the flower was taken in the Safari Club – very good place to go late at night. Doesn’t get full until about three in the morning, carries on until six…. No end of hens. For example, like those on the last picture.
Yes, the wave, as far as I am concerned, it doesn’t do the people there any good if tourist keep away, which is partially what is happening, this being a second catastrophe for them. After a few days, one gets used to the circumstances, might seem to be a bit macabre, but that’s what things are like. One finds construction sites all over the place.
Pics: Down at Kamala Beach, the place that I had enjoyed most of all, I nearly cried. There used to be a large restaurant, now there is next to NOTHING left, only the foundations, the ground is also partially gone, metres deep. The wave must have been about ten metres high at this location, hard to imagine…. Last pic: Here in the centre of Hat Kamala, hundreds of people had lost their lives. More details on the CD, here only a few pictures.
Freelancers, One of them could not only sing well and give a decent blowjob, she also gave a good massage. Went down to the hospital with her for an AIDS test (920 Baht for the two of us). Flat. Soi Eric. Down at Surin Beach. Karaoke Bar in Phuket Town.
Bar life (Kathoeys, meaning Ladyboys), blond Freelancer.
Grubert dresses his first Gathoey (Ladyboy) in the small red thing, everything is ok until he takes a drag on my cigar, had to puke up…. Sensational. Gave her 500 Baht (wasn’t her fault) and we remained friends.
Out and about in Patong...
Small not much used beach…. Four of us went there. Me, a mate, and a couple of girls, coitus interruptus between the rocks, nice! The owner of the restaurant had nothing left after the Tsunami…. They never received any money from the help organisations, heard about that sort of thing quite often. They are glad that they are still alive, borrowed some money, and bought a few loungers. They fight for every Baht, nice people, nice island. Travel there and have a holiday, spend some cash, better than making donations…. There is nowhere at all that is nicer than Phuket.
A Sex tourist can do some good as well, just by leaving his cash with the people who need it, and not with a chain of international hotels. The girls need the money just as badly.
Short boat excursion to Racha Yai and Racha Noi. Docked in Chalong bay, mate, company. The beaches on this island: Fabulous, sand like icing sugar. There is also a lot of construction work going on here; the wave washed much of the sandy beach away, not many visitors.
My little bitch dancing on the top of the bar. Colleagues. Took her with me, she didn’t have a problem wearing a large part of my bunny outfit for the safari….
Unfortunately, the visit to Phuket came to an end once again; we spent a couple of weeks there, then carried on to Pattaya for a couple of nights.
At the back: Walking Street, in Lucifer, Tonys.
Pool in Sabai Lodge, Soi 2. Artist, another one, this one really sweet dragged her along from the Beach Road. 18 years of age, a bit fresh but talented. She didn’t have a problem accompanying me to Tony’s wearing my red latex gear, no bra (not typical for Thais), black lace-slip, red lace-stockings. The other girls just stared. Last picture: The bog in Tony’s, you can piss ice cubes in the urinal, and the accessories on the walls provide the right relaxed atmosphere….
Farewell screw in Pattaya, checked her out (1000 Baht), packed my bags, and off with a taxi to the airport.
In Bangkok, down to the Playboy Hotel on Soi 3 (Suk, see hotel description on the homepage). Checked in, small room, 700 Baht, Was only for a few hours.
I managed to get the necessary things done just before the evening departure: Beauty saloon (Fingernails, feet, haircut, 500 Baht). Three girls do their jobs simultaneously, is good and quick. Then a catholic Thai massage (400 Baht for a couple of hours), and a bit of catholic with a couple of hens down ANNIES. Not quite that fresh any more, but what should one expect in this body massage place, but then again they were experienced – can be awaited in the famous ANNIES!!! A couple of hours for 1600 Baht per person, reasonable tip, and the final holiday screw is done with. Pumped out, relaxed, just the traditional final cigar and beer in the NANA Beer Bar. Then back to the hotel, a shower, stuffed my stuff back into the suitcase and came back down to earth again. Once again, I have had another great four weeks.
So Kids, that’s it for starters…. Hope you enjoyed the preview, and have become an appetite for a holiday.
Will leave the report here as it is, more detailed with vids on the CDs
Best regards and lots of fun,
Grubert.
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