Angeles City

[Robbaf]

I was in Angeles the week before Easter and have a couple of female contacts there in different bars. I asked them that very question as I was tempted to stage my trip over Easter but decided to go cautious at the last minute.

The consensus I have is that very few girls go back to the provinces. Most bars make it difficult for girls to have any time off or holidays. There are also very few customers in the bars, particularly from Wednesday to Monday but the bars are still full of women.

One of the girls from a bar just outside of fields told me that on Wed and Thur, they had only 1 customer. Several girls swarmed him and he left relatively quickly.

The bars make it difficult for the girls?? How about the girls blow their money as soon as it hits their hand and cannot afford to go home.

[Sir Lancelot]

Day 17, Angeles.

Jehna looked pretty as she slept next to me. There was a knock on my door so I quickly put some shorts on and answered. It was Owen, asking if I was still up for going to Scorebirds later to watch the pool party. We'd drunkenly talked about it last night and Owen was keen to go. I agreed to meet him there at 2 pm. "Can't talk" I told him, "I've still got a girl in my room".

I closed the door and noticed that the bed was empty and I heard running water coming from the bathroom. Ever since I bar-fined Jehna I had nagging doubts about her and now the prospect of her doing a runner without having sex loomed closer.

But I needn't have worried. She walked out of the bathroom completely naked. She was a tiny girl but had a lovely slim body with firm tits and big nipples. She crawled on to the bed and hugged up to me, stroking my dick. Within seconds I was rock hard. I fingered her pussy and we kissed for a few minutes but I couldn't wait any longer, so slid a condom on and fucked her in my usual tick-list of positions. I fucked her in mish to start, nice and slow with lots of kissing, then learnt up and fucked her harder and faster, her hair spread across the pillow. One of my favourite positions is to lift one of the girls legs over, so she is still on her back but her hips are twisted so you're entering her sideways. It makes her pussy tight and the girls always love it, especially Filipino's for some reason. Then I lay behind her, both of us on our sides, and fucked her from behind in front of the mirror. I enjoy having a mirror next to the bed for the porn-style views you get when you're fucking your girl.

As always I wanted to finish with her on top so I could admire the view. She squatted over me and lowered herself on, then bounced up and down as I squeezed her firm tits. After a few minutes she lowered her knees on to the bed and rocked her hips back and forth as she gripped my dick tightly with her pussy. I leaned up so we were both upright (lotus position if I remember my kama sutra correctly) and sucked her nipples before she lay back and gave me a great view of me entering her pussy as I shot my load.

It was enjoyable sex with a young hottie but although she did everything I asked, it felt like she was going through the motions. As soon as we finished she went to shower and a few minutes later she was getting changed. No affection, job done. As she put on her new dress in front of the mirror she sang "I'm sexy and I know it" to herself. She saw me laughing and said "you sexy too". Why thank you.

I put on some shorts and a T-shirt, sandals and sunglasses and went to meet Owen at Scorebirds Hotel (on Vian Street near Fields Avenue), for the 'Miss March' pool party. I paid the entrance (295 pesos) and ordered a bottle of San Miguel lemon with one of the three free drink vouchers I was handed. I got a comfy seat near the pool and got chatting with an American ex-pat who told me that he comes to the pool party every Sunday and explained how it works. You get free beads when you enter and throw them to your favourite and the girl at the end with the most beads is crowned the winner. He told me we'd get chance to buy drinks and get to know any of the girls we saw. Since we were chatting I asked him which his favourite bar was in Angeles and he told me that he doesn't go to them much these days, instead he has the phone numbers of lots of gogo girls who call him each night when the bars close looking for a hook-up. He pays 1500 pesos for long-time. That will be me in thirty years time I thought to myself!

Shortly afterwards Owen arrived and we talked about the unfortunate way his night had ended last night. I told him that the mamasan had offered to carry the bar-fine he paid over to tonight and Riza would certainly have her ID this time, but he wasn't interested. He said it would be too awkward and he would put the incident behind him.

The 'Miss March' beauty pageant started and a dozen pretty girls from various bars paraded around the pool in fancy outfits with lots of sparkles and feathers. A few of the girls were spectacular, especially a lovely young specimen from Crystal Palace and a girl in pink wearing fishnets with a dazzling smile. At one point it was possible to bid for your favourite girl to come and sit with you for a drink but there was so much interest in her I decided not to get involved. A small indian guy won and I watched as she sat with him, laughed and joked and clinked glasses. She was a 10/10 without doubt. Sadly I didn't catch the name of which bar she worked at.

Between rounds of the beauty contest, lots of girls in bikinis danced around the pool, wiggled their arses to that 'wiggle wiggle wiggle' tune and splashed about in the water, collecting beads thrown by spectators. Some were cute. These would probably be the more realistic girls to target than the showgirls and I'd imagine you could quite easily collect a few phone numbers at one of these parties.

I was hungry so decided to partake in the all-you-can eat buffet for 295 pesos. The food was excellent and I definitely got full value for money. A pretty girl stood near the door checking that people had their hand stamped (I had my cheek stamped to be different). At one point I was hovering around, holding my plate and wondering what to eat when she said "eat me" and burst out laughing.

The beauty pageant resumed and there was a Miss World style question and answer session. Some of the girls gave good answers that got a round of applause but my favourite moment was when a cute girl got asked what her favourite animal was and she said "My favourite animal is a dog because (long pause), because I like dogs". Brilliant! She got the biggest cheer. The beads were collected and the girl in pink with fishnets was crowned 'Miss March'. 2nd place was the very slim, very pretty girl from Crystal Palace and 3rd place was gorgeous too.

At 5 pm I went back to my room and took the chance to have a siesta in preparation for another long night at the gogo bars. Life in Angeles is a constant cycle of sleeping, drinking, eating and fucking.

At the entrance to Fields Avenue is a Walking Street sign, just like Pattaya. Underneath it a dozen massage girls gather, dressed in smart uniforms and handing out business cards. I took one with 'Veronica' written on the back and another with 'Michelle'. The latter had a list of services that included body-to-body. The thing that struck me most is how young the girls were, probably none a day over 20. I've read that these girls offer extras although full sex often isn't on the menu. It's up to the guy, the girl and his negotiating skills. Some of the girls were pretty. My favourite were a group of three that had pink hair.

I walked in to Kokomoz and saw Owen and Macca sitting at one of the narrow tables in the middle, under a fan slowly whirring on the ceiling. We had a quick drink and I asked them what kind of bars they'd like to be taken to tonight. "More of the same" they said.

I was keen to take them to different places from last night and decided to start at CLUB ASIA, near the MacArthur end of Fields Avenue. Forty girls were crammed on to the long stage and the standard was good. Young, slim, pretty, cute, brown skin, long silky hair, some had tattoos, most didn't. There weren't many customers so we got lots of attention, smiles and winks. Just like Monsoon, the intimate layout of the bar is conducive to building rapport with the girls. I got chatting with a pregnant waitress who five years earlier was probably one of the best looking gogo girls in Angeles. She told me that the bar-fine here is 3000 pesos which seems to be the standard price for the top bars on Fields Avenue.

I liked this place. It had a lively atmosphere, the music was good and there was lots of fun and laughter on stage. A good start to the night.

We went to CRYSTAL PALACE last night but it had been late and often a lot of the best girls have gone by midnight. I wanted to see it early doors and was also hoping to see the stunner I'd seen at the pool party earlier (or 'Miss March Runner-Up' to give her her official title). It was packed with customers and a mamasan pointed us towards seats at the front with a green laser-pen. There were so many girls squeezed on stage that it was difficult to see those that weren't on the front row. The talent was excellent. Only a few of the girls wore name-badges and the one that caught my eye was a slender little thing called Maris. It can't be great being named after a potato. I occasionally caught a glimpse of another pretty girl in the middle but she'd disappear behind the throng of flesh and mass of nubile bodies.

Perhaps it was a combination of the afternoon beers and the many sexy bodies on show but Owen had forgotten his troubles last night and had a big grin on his face. "I'm in love again" he said, staring up to the stage.

Next we went to BODY SHOP, another bar I have fond memories of from my last trip. We walked in through the swinging salon doors and there were 15 girls shuffling about on stage. It's a laid-back expat bar which is always a sign of good value. A petite girl in the middle with a chopped fringe was my favourite but seemed shy and I couldn't capture her gaze. Next to her was a beautiful dark-skinned girl with long curly hair who danced with lots of effort, show-casing her perfect body. From experience good dancers make good lovers. Two fresh-faced young girls were hugging each other on stage. Maybe they were new or maybe they were just cold because often the air-con is switched on high to get the girls dancing more. I was wearing smart jeans and a long-sleeved shirt and I felt chilly, never mind the girls on stage wearing next to nothing.

I went to the toilet and there was a girl in the male cubicle. When she came out I pointed at a sign on the door which said 'No girls. 100 pesos fine'. "I tell mamasan unless you give me kiss" I said with a serious look on her face. She kissed me on the cheek and walked out.

A big group of bikers were in INSOMNIA. Everywhere I looked there was leather, tattoos and dubious facial hair. The music was loud and there were 20 girls on stage dancing with impressive energy. Every song the girls took a few steps to the side which meant from our stool-side vantage point we got a great close-up view of the selection of girls. There were some nice girls and I fondly recalled big-boobed Michelle who I bar-fined from here three years ago. Owen bought a lady-drink for a cute girl called Jenny but after five minutes he leaned across and told me that she was only 18. Normally he'd see that as a good thing but his confidence was obviously shaken after the ID incident last night.

I spotted a Japanese looking girl on stage with fair hair. She saw me looking and smiled. I waved my hand to call her down and she did that cute thing gogo girls sometimes do when they look around to make sure you mean them. When she realised I did, she smiled and walked off the stage and sat by my side. She was a sweet thing and I enjoyed chatting and fooling around with her. She had a fun personality. Her name was Kristel and she was 23 years old from Pasay in Manila. She was a definite option for later.

There is a cluster of great bars on the stretch where Perimeter Road meets Fields Avenue. The time was 9. 25 pm when we walked in to BROWN SUGAR. It looked small from the outside but was big with a surprisingly large stage. 25 girls were dancing and the line-up was good. They were all young and fresh and there was lots of fun and laughter on stage. Plus I've never seen a bar with so many waitresses! There must have been 20 of them walking around in their short red skirts and white shirts. There were probably as many waitresses as customers.

Owen got chatting with a nice looking girl who seemed exactly his type. In fact if you handed me a sheet of paper and asked me to draw his ideal girl, I would probably draw her. She was a petite little thing with a big smile and a cheeky personality.

I realised that I hadn't eaten so went to Bunny Burger a few doors along. I asked for burger and chips but it was the slowest fast-food I've ever ordered. Eventually it arrived and I ate it as quickly as I could and paid. As I left I saw Owen and Macca on the pavement outside. "Where have you been?" they asked. Owen wasn't looking impressed and it turned out that he had tried to bar-fine the cute girl in Brown Sugar but she told him that she was on her men's. He wasn't having the best of luck.

Next we went to ANGELWITCH. 12 girls were dancing but there were about 30 mingling around the bar. The standard was excellent and I immediately spotted four or five strong bar-fine contenders. I saw a very cute girl walk past in a yellow bikini. She went in to the corner to talk to another girl and I told myself that I'd try to intercept her if she walked past again. I needn't have bothered. A minute later I was talking to Macca when someone grabbed me from behind and hugged me. I turned around and it was her. I offered her a lady-drink and immediately knew I'd found my girl. She was a little ray of sunshine, always smiling and was affectionate too, hugging up to my side and holding my hand. Her name was Marnie and she was 20. When her drink arrived we clinked bottles and said 'tagay'.

We chatted for 20 minutes before I paid her bar-fine and she went to go and get changed. Owen had also decided to bar-fine the girl that he was chatting to. She was a tall slim girl with glasses. He leaned across to me and explained that her name was Margorie and she was a real character and lots of fun. He had established very early in their conversation that a) she had ID, b) she wasn't on her period and c) she wanted to go with him. Her bar-fine was also 3000 pesos. Marnie reappeared looking very cute in tiny pair of denim shorts and a tight blue T-shirt.

It was only 10 pm so Owen, Macca and I, plus Marnie and Marjorie, decided to go to another bar. We chose CAMELOT next door to my hotel. 10 girls were dancing on stage and the music was fantastic. Marnie took my hands and we danced along to every song in our seat and it was nice to feel her body up close. At one point we stood up and were doing ballroom twirls in the middle of the bar. Owen seemed to be getting along brilliantly with his girl and Macca was having fun too, making jokes with the girls on stage and the waitresses too. 'This is what it's all about' I thought.

I decided that it was time to leave, so Marnie and I said goodbye to the others and walked back to my hotel. "My hotel very long distance " I said to her as we stepped out of Camelot hand-in-hand. We walked two steps to the right and entered the door of my hotel. She laughed.

Sometimes you get a great girl who is full of life but when she gets back to your room she goes all shy. Marnie definitely wasn't one of those. She dived on top of me and was an excellent kisser. She was almost eating my face at one point and biting my bottom lip. I offered her a back massage, a cunning ploy for her to take her top and bra off. She agreed, stripped off and lay face down on the bed and I straddled her and gently kneaded away at her beautiful smooth skin. It must have been good because after ten minutes I realised that she had fallen asleep! I had to laugh to myself. She was hyperactive in the bar and a pocket rocket when I got her in to my room but ten minutes under my magic fingers had sent her to sleep. She looked so peaceful I carefully climbed off her, lay down and fell asleep. I could always fuck her in the morning.

At 4 am I was woken by her stroking me. She kissed me softly on the lips and before long I was on top of her and she was trying to eat my face off again. We fucked frantically in mish, Marnie thrusting her hips at mine from below like a bucking bronco. I managed to stay on. I spooned her in front of the mirror from behind, then rolled her onto her stomach and continued to fuck her. Her legs were together so her pussy was tight and my hips slapped in to her arse-cheeks as I pounded her from behind. From this position we rolled over so I was on my back and she was on top of me, facing away. She placed her feet on the bed, I grabbed her hips and fucked up in to her tight pussy as quickly as I could. It's an energetic position but lots of fun and she groaned loudly. I fucked her doggy-style and then she rode me to a climax as I held her small tits.

In the bar she had been such a lively girl with a cheeky personality I knew she'd deliver in the bedroom and I was proven correct. We cuddled up to each other and fell asleep. It had been another great night.

[Sxxxx]

I was in Angeles the week before Easter and have a couple of female contacts there in different bars. I asked them that very question as I was tempted to stage my trip over Easter but decided to go cautious at the last minute.

The consensus I have is that very few girls go back to the provinces. Most bars make it difficult for girls to have any time off or holidays. There are also very few customers in the bars, particularly from Wednesday to Monday but the bars are still full of women.

One of the girls from a bar just outside of fields told me that on Wed and Thur, they had only 1 customer. Several girls swarmed him and he left relatively quickly.

Thanks for the intel, "several girls swarmed him". Doesn't happen to me back home. That's why I go to Angeles.

[Sir Lancelot]

This is a continuation of my diary which has appeared on the Hong Kong and Manila threads. Please note that 7 days of this trip were spent in China where I didn't find any action so did not post on the forum.

Day 16, Angeles.

I was woken by my alarm at 10.30 am. Macca had booked a taxi to take us to Angeles at midday and I hoped to have a quickie with Jonalyn before I set off. But she was sleeping so peacefully I hit the snooze button and fell back asleep.

By 11 we were both awake, curled up and chatting. At one point she looked me in the eye and asked whether I would go with any girls while I was in Angeles. I planned to go with at least one girl a day but I didn't tell her that, I told her I was just going to Angeles to support my lady-loving friends Owen and Macca and the bars there don't interest me. If I was pinocchio my nose would have impaled her.

"I'll miss you" she told me and I would miss her too. She was a great girl. When I'm in Asia I want to fuck as many girls as possibly but if Jonalyn lived in England, I'd happily give her the keys to my flat. She seemed to really like me so I told her that I'd take her out for dinner when I got back to Manila. She perked up and went for a shower while I packed.

Ten minutes later I had finished packing but she was still in the shower. These girls love to make the most of hotel amenities! I began to pace around and check my watch. The taxi would arrive soon. After five more minutes the sound of running water stopped and another five minutes later she came out of the bathroom and got changed. In your own time love. We took the lift downstairs together and I kissed her goodbye. The taxi was already waiting but I needed to check out and to do that they had to send someone up to my room to see whether I got my 1000 peso deposit back. By the time I got in to the taxi outside it was ten past 12 and Macca had a disapproving look on his face. I blamed my tardiness on Jonalyn.

We drove the short distance to pick Owen up and then set off on our way to Angeles. The sun was shining, the roads were clear and the mood was upbeat. Owen and Macca had enjoyed Manila more than I thought so I was excited to show them the 'gogo capital of the world', Angeles.

The trip took two hours and cost 3000 pesos including tolls. We were dropped off at Macca's hotel, Orchid Inn, and then Owen and I walked to our hotels nearby. It was blisteringly hot so I was glad when I arrived at Appartelle Royal. We arranged to meet up in an hour on Fields Avenue and Owen went in search of his hotel, 950 Condotel.

I pre-booked Appartelle Royal on Agoda for 1650 pesos a night. I've stayed there several times before and have always been happy with the room and location. It's easy to walk past as it's a small hotel with ten rooms and the entrance is just one solitary door next to Camelot gogo bar (there is a statue of a man in full body armour outside who I always refer to as my hotel security). I climbed the stairs and a chubby girl sitting next to reception remembered me from three years earlier. I checked in and she showed me to my room. It was spacious with a large dressing area in front of the wardrobes, a seated area next to a well-stocked fridge and a decent sized bathroom. There was satellite TV, air-con and a safe but the best feature was a full length mirror alongside the bed! Every room in Appartelle has them, one of the main reasons I choose to base myself here each visit.

I stood in front of the air-con for five minutes to cool down and then unpacked. I needed to get some money out. Prior to the trip I read a few cases of skimming devices used on ATM's in Angeles, so I went to Wild Orchid Hotel on A. Santos Road which has an ATM inside the foyer. Like most ATM's in Philippines its maximum withdrawal was 10,000 pesos so I used my card twice to withdraw 20,000. I deposited the majority of it in the safe in my room and then went to meet the guys for lunch.

We had agreed to meet at Kokomoz, which does excellent food and offers a perfect people-watching spot overlooking Fields Avenue. Hawkers walked up and down selling viagra, smartphones and even in one case, bows and arrows! I ordered a San Miguel and picked beef and broccoli from the extensive menu. "I know I'm going to like it here" Owen said to me as he watched two pretty girls walk past.

Macca arrived looking flustered. He told us that his room at Orchid Inn was terrible as it didn't have a window and was very small. He'd got a special deal on a 'standard room' for 1000 pesos a night but said he couldn't bring himself to stay there (in fairness to Orchid Inn I should point out that their bigger rooms look superior and the hotel has a swimming pool and decent restaurant). Macca went off to sort it out as Owen and I tucked in to our food. Afterwards I went back to my hotel to catch up on some sleep in preparation for the night ahead.

My alarm woke me and I made myself a coffee to wake up. I was excited. As much as I love exploring Asia's pay-for-play scenes (and in the last two years I've developed a taste for Pattaya), Fields Avenue is my favourite hunting ground in Asia.

We met at Kokomoz at 7 pm and Macca was in better spirits. He'd checked in to a swanky hotel ten minutes away called Prime Asia, which cost 3000 per night. He told us it was more than he would usually spend but he had done well for himself in the months preceding the trip. He's a singer and the bookings came flooding in, presumably due to the wonderful poster I designed for him.

Fields Avenue comes alive at night. Groups of young 'Hello girls' stood outside each bar and there was a lively atmosphere. It was like Walking Street in Pattaya without the river of tourists, Russian men with mullets and Japanese tour groups. It's just mongers and girls here. We watched pretty girls walk past as we sipped our beers. It's a shame freelancers have a bad reputation on Fields Avenue because there were some lovely girls.

It was up to me to choose the bars tonight and there was only one place to start. We walked in to ATLANTIS at 7.30 pm, a huge theater-like gogo bar with 70 girls crammed on the circular stage in the middle and three balconies overhead. I wanted to bring Owen and Macca here due to the sheer scale of the place and the number of girls. They'd been to many gogo bars in Thailand but nothing could compare to this. We ordered a Red Horse (125 pesos) and I scanned around. The quality of girls was exceptional. Straight away I saw five or six young honeys I'd happily marry tomorrow.

I recognised the manager and he told me that prices were still 3000 for girls wearing green badges and 1700 for those wearing white. Every girl on stage was wearing a green badge. He told me "we hardly have any white badge girls these days but two started yesterday who are very pretty". I noticed that none of the girls wore numbers, instead they had name badges. The manager told me that they had to change "after pressure from the Town Hall" but the problem is that the girls always want to change their name! Haha.

Whenever girls left the stage they paraded around the bar and said 'Hello' to all of the customers which I thought was a nice touch. There were some fabulous girls. The prettiest I saw was called April but realistically I could bar-fine most of these girls and be perfectly happy! They were all young, sweet and smiley with the occasional stunner thrown in for good measure. Sitting in front of me a girl was feeding a Japanese customer yakatori. She was facing in my direction and kept smiling discreetly to me. She was a flirty little thing so I waved and made a note of her face. Owen was surrounded by three smiling waitresses and Macca looked like a kid in a toy shop perving on all of these pretty girls.

I wanted them to see lots of bars tonight so I told them "five minute warning" and we drank up. It had been an excellent start to the night. Outside a young vendor approached Owen with a tray of cigarettes. "I no smoke" Owen said. The young boy thought quickly and said "viagra?" to which Owen replied "I no have sex". To be fair to Owen, he has some good one-liners from time to time.

We walked slowly down the middle of the street, admiring the Hello girls in their cute outfits. They were all young and pretty and tried to persuade us to enter their bar with a flutter of their eyelashes as we walked past.

On my last visit to Angeles, Typhoon was one of my favourite bars but it is now called MONSOON. 'Would it blow us away?' I wondered as we entered. It's a very intimate layout with one narrow stage in the middle and benches either side. You are extremely close to the girls so it's easy to build rapport. There were 20 girls squeezed on stage but it was a disappointing lineup, including a few girls who I found it hard to believe ever got bar-fined. One of them looked like she had a beer belly. I didn't see any girls of the quality of Gillian who I bar-fined from here on my last visit. But it's always worth staying in these bars to see the second dance shift and sure enough the quality picked up. A tiny girl with a big smile danced with great energy and I liked the look of a shy girl with pleated hair. Each time she caught me looking over she looked away (before glancing over a few seconds later to see if I was still looking). Owen was flirting with a cheeky young girl on stage as Britney Spears sang "I'm not that innocent". I enjoyed the irony. The prettiest was a 'Hello girl' standing near the door wearing a smart uniform.

The word bar-fine isn't used in Angeles any more (most bars either call it 'early release' or 'take-out') . In Monsoon you buy the girl a 2500 peso bottle of 'Party Animal', a sickly sweet pink cocktail. A waitress goes through the charade of bringing the cocktail over to your table and your choice of girl will usually take just one sip and then leave with you. The bar gets the money and you get your girl (and the waitress no doubt empties what wasn't drunk back in to the bottle).

Another bar that has changed its name is CENTAURO which was formerly known as Carousel. It was exactly the same inside as I remembered and still had a fairground carousel in the middle, slowly rotating to show off the girls. I'm not sure it needed to change its name. We got stools next to the moving stage. There were 25 girls and several were very pretty, smiling down to us as they slowly rotated past. Two shy girls clung tightly on to a plastic horse and there was a lovely girl with long curly hair wearing a skimpy blue bra and panties. The girls wore no names or numbers, making it difficult for me to identify my favourites. The second dance shift was equally as impressive and I spotted a 9/10. She had flawless skin, a beautiful face and big blowjob lips, the type of girl you see staring down at you from the big billboards that line the motorways here. A girl with a spectacular body danced on the edge of the carousel, her boots dangerously close to knocking my beer over. The bar-fine here is 3000 pesos.

DRAGON'S DEN impressed me three years ago and I bar-fined a lovely girl called Ann (from experience girls called Ann never fail to deliver in Asia). It was half past 9 and it was the same dark, lively venue that I remembered with 15 girls dancing on stage. They wore khaki style vests and danced with tremendous energy, like they were in military training. But once again Owen didn't waste any time chatting up a pretty waitress. Most customers target the dancers in these places but not Owen! She left her notepad on the table in front of me so I grabbed it, stood up and asked Owen "lady-drink for girl, sir?" If looks could kill.

Macca and I sat on two comfy chairs next to the stage but we didn't see any girls dancing that tempted us. I noticed some lovely lookers sat around the bar though, watching the show. After a while the stage cleared and eight elegantly dressed spotlight dancers lined up at the back of the stage and each took it in turns to dance sexily at the front to slow music. Number 58 was extremely cute. I was tempted to buy her a drink but by the time she had finished her dance we would be ready to leave. I had imposed strict time guidelines on Owen and Macca to ensure that we visited plenty of bars tonight, so I called 'five minute warning' and we drank up. Owen had bought a lady-drink (300 pesos) for the waitress and I asked him whether he was going to bar-fine her. He told me that he had discreetly got her number instead.

I wanted us to go to Blue Nile next, a rich hunting ground for me in previous trips. Sadly it is no longer open so we went to another Egyptian themed bar, GRAND PHAROAH, lured in by a gaggle of great looking Hello girls outside. The bar is on the 3rd floor and we took the elevator up. It has a unique layout with a big double-decker stage on which 30 girls danced. All were young and slim and I spotted a very pretty girl at the front. It was difficult to see exactly how pretty because we were near the back but I reckoned she was a 9/10 on my scale. I was just about to ask a waitress to invite the girl over for a lady-drink when the place went dark and the stage cleared. When the lights came on three girls were stood on the top deck of the stage wearing leather catsuits. Miaow. They proceeded to do a very well choreographed dance routine to 'Purple Rain'. One of them was a stunner with a long ponytail but I was more interested in the cute curly haired girl I'd spotted in front of the stage. I scanned around the room but couldn't see her.

In front of us were a group of seven Korean men and all of them had lovely Filipino companions, dressed in casual clothes. Koreans like to bar-fine early and then take their choice of girl to other bars afterwards. One of the girls was wearing a headscarf and had tattoos down her arms and looked every inch a hardcore pro. She had a fantastic face and would be a guaranteed wild time.

Macca went to the toilet and came back bemoaning the fact that he'd accidentally tipped the man inside 100 pesos. It was all he had and he thought it was a 20 peso note. It's big spenders like him that drive the prices up for the rest of us!

It was 10.45 when we walked in to DOLLHOUSE. It has a round stage in the middle, surrounded by seating and overlooked by a balcony full of customers. We got seats next to the stage and watched as four girls did a very impressive routine spinning around a pole to Sia's 'Chandelier'. I spotted some very pretty girls around the bar. On the opposite side of the stage was a lovely looking girl wearing a blue sparkly top and behind her was a topless cutie with tape covering her breasts in a zig-zagged pattern. When the four girls finished their pole routine, 15 spotlight girls stood on the perimeter of the stage and took it in turns slow-dancing at the front. A large Indian man at the front took great pleasure tipping them by placing notes in to their knickers. Macca nudged me and told me to "take a look at the girl in red". We have similar tastes in girls and she was indeed beautiful.

The stage cleared again and 40 girls crammed on. Right next to me was a fresh-faced girl with big chipmunk cheeks. She was cuteness personified but whenever I looked at her she jokingly gave me a fierce stare. I like girls with a silly sense of humour. Amusingly she tore a strip of tape off the leg of one of the spotlight girls, like she was waxing her, and the girl screamed comically. It was funny to watch but not so funny when she pressed the tape on to my forehead and quickly pulled it off! My eyes watered with pain but all the girls found it hilarious. Owen had bought a lady-drink for a pretty girl named Riza, a lovely sort with a radiant smile and tempting curves. It was no surprise that he decided to bar-fine her.

I really liked Dollshouse. There were lots of great girls, a fun atmosphere and unlike my previous visits, there was no lady-drink pressure. The bar-fine was 3000 pesos.

We walked through the back to CRYSTAL PALACE. There were 25 young girls stood shoulder-to-shoulder on the round stage but although the selection was decent, I didn't spot the girl for me. Macca noticed a pretty girl day-dreaming on the balcony that overlooks the stage. There was a shift change and the girls walked off the stage and 25 more got on. Macca's eyes darted around until he saw the girl he's seen day-dreaming. She had a slender body and a nice face but Macca decided not to buy her a drink as he had a "slight doubt about her teeth". He's a perfectionist! He told me that he could always come back on another night.

Most bars have buckets of ping pong balls which you can buy for 200 pesos and then throw to the girls, who pick up a small commission for each one they collect. However, on the balcony above a complete and utter twat of a bald-headed westerner was throwing ping pong balls at the girls, hard and flat, smiling whenever he hit one. It never ceases to amaze me the lack of respect some customers give these girls.

With Owen happily paired off with Riza, it was time for Macca and I to find our girl. We decided to go back to ATLANTIS. It was nearly 1 am and there were still plenty of girls on stage. There were about 30 and I noticed a contender right in the middle, shuffling slowly from side to side like a girl who's been on her feet all night. She was tall and had an air of elegance but when I pointed her out to Macca he said "ladyboy"! I looked at her again, closer this time. She had an angular jawline but I thought it was definitely a girl. But now he'd put the seed of doubt in my mind, I couldn't look at her in the same way.

Girls were firing balloons around the bar and there was a party atmosphere. I spotted two pretty girls sat on the balcony above the stage, one of whom had bright red hair. She reminded me of Kawaii, the flame-haired stunner I repeatedly tried to meet in James S Lee Mansion in Hong Kong, but she was never home. I carefully aimed one of the long balloons at her but it spiraled in the wrong direction and hit another girl on the head. I mouthed 'sorry' to her and she laughed. Owen told us that he was calling it a night and left with Riza. He was clearly delighted with his choice of girl, in fact I've never seen him looking so happy! I was pleased his time in Angeles was starting well.

Time was marching on. It was half past one so Macca and I formed a pact. We'd go back to DOLLSHOUSE, which had impressed us so much earlier, and we HAD to bar-fine a girl. We got good seats that were slightly elevated in front of the stage and ordered drinks. We both had our game face on as we knew that somewhere in this bar was the girl we'd end up spending the night with.

I spotted the beautiful girl in red that Macca had pointed out to me earlier. She had a fantastic face but Macca hesitated. The rest of the girls were wearing skimpy bikinis but she was wearing a dress. He thought that maybe she had been bar-fined so I asked a waitress. She told me that the girl was available and two minutes later she was sat next to Macca's side. She was a stunner up close.

So that was Owen and Macca ticked off, it was now my turn. I studied the stage and saw a cute spotlight girl I'd seen earlier. She was topless and her pert tits were covered in colourful tape. She had a distinctive look facially and a sexy, slim body. I called her down and bought her a lady-drink.

We barely had chance to introduce ourselves when Riza, the girl Owen bar-fined, suddenly appeared at my side looking upset. She explained that when she got back to Owen's hotel she didn't have any ID as she had only been working at the bar for a few weeks. The front-desk warned Owen against taking her in to his room so he went to bed on his own. Riza had tears in her eyes as she explained and kept apologising. She seemed genuinely upset. Macca and I tried to think of a solution. Our first idea was that they could go to Macca's room at Orchid Inn (which he hadn't checked out of) but he didn't have a key. I suggested they could go to a short-time hotel and Macca went outside to phone Owen. He came back five minutes later and told me that Owen wasn't interested, he just wanted to sleep. He'd had his hopes built up and they had come crashing down. He was also 3000 pesos (not to forget three lady-drinks) out of pocket.

I came up with an idea. I asked to speak to the most senior mamasan, a wise looking old dear in a woolen hat. With Riza at my side I explained what had happened. I told her how Riza didn't have her ID and suggested that perhaps the 3000 bar-fine he had paid could be carried over to tomorrow night. It was a long shot so I was surprised when the mamasan agreed straight away and said that she would make sure that Riza had ID tomorrow. Sometimes Dollshouse receives bad reports online but what great customer service! I texted Owen the good news.

Good deed done, I returned my focus to the pretty girl sat next to me. Her name was Jehna and she was 20 years old from Subic. Her lady-drink cost 250 pesos and we clinked bottles and said 'tagay'. She was cute and had a pink bow in her hair but I was picking up bad vibes. She wasn't flirty or talkative and her body language didn't fill me with hope that she'd be a passionate performer in the bedroom. But it was late so I decided to ignore my instinct and bar-fine her anyway. I paid 3000 pesos and she went to get changed.

Unsurprisingly Macca had decided to bar-fine the lady in red. Her name was Maike and sat next to her was her best friend, a definite 10/10 in my books. She had a stunning face and tattoos down her left arm. She was wearing a dress so I presumed that she had returned from an earlier bar-fine (I wondered whether Jehna would do a runner after one pop as well). Macca told me that he was bar-fining Maike tonight but at her suggestion was trying to set up a threesome with the two of them for tomorrow afternoon. If he could pull that off he would enter legendary status in my mind. Threesomes are easy to come by in Asia but not with two girls as pretty as these.

I said goodbye to Macca and his girls and walked back to my hotel with Jehna. She was absolutely tiny. Now she had taken her high-heels off her head was below my shoulder. She was reluctant to hold hands, another bad sign, and when we got back to my room she noticed that her phone had ran out of batteries so asked if she could go to get a recharger. She was gone for twenty minutes and I was just about to go to bed, thinking she'd done a runner, when she walked back in to my room. She was eating a chicken wrap and had bought herself a new recharger for her phone. Amusingly she'd also treated herself to a new dress.

We chatted as she ate her meal and she seemed to loosen up a bit. She put a Tagalog movie on TV and we lay next to each other in bed watching it. It was 4 am and I was tired after a long night and a few too many beers. Normally I like to cap my night off with a fuck but I decided it could wait until morning.

I was disappointed Graham's night had ended badly but aside from that, we had lots of fun, visited lots of bars and there were heaps of pretty girls. Recently there have been bar-raids, for example Nemesis a few weeks earlier, but it's just business as usual on Fields Avenue. The pricing has changed slightly though. Three years ago lots of bars had a two-tier bar-fine system, 1700 and 3000 pesos depending on the girl. These days the top-end price has remained the same but there were very few girls going for 1700 pesos. The Pasha Group bars have also raised their bar-fine price up to 2500 pesos. There was no lady-drink pressure in any of the bars and drink prices seem to be a fairly standard 125 pesos for a bottle of San Miguel. Cheaper prices can be found in happy hours of course.

I drifted off to sleep. I was looking forward to fucking Jehna in the morning.

[Switched]

To get off the fine food restaurants subject, I ponder the following, and wonder if someone has an answer.

Commonly we are told the girls leave Angeles and go home to their provinces to enjoy family reunion during this important religious time, Easter.
Was anyone in Angeles during Easter and did they experience a lack of girls because of the much talked about exodus of girls during Easter?
I thought Easter would be an exciting time to be in Angeles. Is this so, or is it best to avoid Angeles and Philippines during Easter?
Any response much appreciated.

I was in Angeles the week before Easter and have a couple of female contacts there in different bars. I asked them that very question as I was tempted to stage my trip over Easter but decided to go cautious at the last minute.

The consensus I have is that very few girls go back to the provinces. Most bars make it difficult for girls to have any time off or holidays. There are also very few customers in the bars, particularly from Wednesday to Monday but the bars are still full of women.

One of the girls from a bar just outside of fields told me that on Wed and Thur, they had only 1 customer. Several girls swarmed him and he left relatively quickly.

[Sxxxx]

I am here now and was here in AC at Easter. Maybe some went home but not noticeable. Plenty of fine looking women still around. No problems there.

Not noticeable. That's a reassuring comment. Thanks for your intel. Intend to be there next Easter.

[JustTK]

I am here now and was here in AC at Easter. Maybe some went home but not noticeable. Plenty of fine looking women still around. No problems there.

To get off the fine food restaurants subject, I ponder the following, and wonder if someone has an answer.

Commonly we are told the girls leave Angeles and go home to their provinces to enjoy family reunion during this important religious time, Easter.

Was anyone in Angeles during Easter and did they experience a lack of girls because of the much talked about exodus of girls during Easter?

I thought Easter would be an exciting time to be in Angeles. Is this so, or is it best to avoid Angeles and Philippines during Easter?

Any response much appreciated.

[Freezone]

To avoid confusion, I ALWAYS put the amount in the currency of the country you are reporting about. This way no matter which country others are from they can easily change that amount to their home currency. Not everyone here is from the US, Auzzie, UK etc. I know a few from Singapore and sometimes they post it as dollars on other boards as the currency in Singapore is also called the dollar but it's Singapore dollar and not US dollar. Difference is about 60%.

[Freezone]

Point taken, but does anyone really think someone would pay 250 US dollars for a meal in Angeles, it's all about the pussy, man.

Or he could've implied the meal was the pussy, but at $250. That's expensive pussy LOL.

Yeah, it's a mistake but it's a common one even among experienced mongers as I sometimes forget and use wrong $ signs depending on which country I'm posting about.

[WestCoast1]

Point taken, but does anyone really think someone would pay 250 US dollars for a meal in Angeles, it's all about the pussy, man.

Yes, it leaves the mind to wonder, and there are many more lurkers out there than there are posters. Newbs could make the mistake. Lets use 'USD', 'AUD', and 'p' (or similar). Its fine also to leave the 'p' off completely (p1000 becomes 1000).

[RumBuddy]

I notice a lot of guys have started slipping between using dollars and pesos when they quote prices.

If you have been to the Phils you can easily spot the instances where guys say $250 - 350 for an appetiser when you know they mean P250 - 350.

However, for newbies, when dollars and pesos are confused they might wonder at some prices quoted (an AC ride in a bus costing $600 in one post and P 2000 for a car/taxi in another one).

I respectfully suggest that you use the $ sign only when you actually mean dollars (US), and use P or php when you mean pesos.

BTW, with the rather large current difference between the USD and the Aussie dollar (AUD), it might help to look for differentiation between those currencies too if you are running on a tight budget and looking for accurate costings.

Point taken, but does anyone really think someone would pay 250 US dollars for a meal in Angeles, it's all about the pussy, man.

[Red Kilt]

I notice a lot of guys have started slipping between using dollars and pesos when they quote prices.

If you have been to the Phils you can easily spot the instances where guys say $250 - 350 for an appetiser when you know they mean P250 - 350.

However, for newbies, when dollars and pesos are confused they might wonder at some prices quoted (an AC ride in a bus costing $600 in one post and P 2000 for a car/taxi in another one).

I respectfully suggest that you use the $ sign only when you actually mean dollars (US), and use P or php when you mean pesos.

BTW, with the rather large current difference between the USD and the Aussie dollar (AUD), it might help to look for differentiation between those currencies too if you are running on a tight budget and looking for accurate costings.

[Sxxxx]

To get off the fine food restaurants subject, I ponder the following, and wonder if someone has an answer.

Commonly we are told the girls leave Angeles and go home to their provinces to enjoy family reunion during this important religious time, Easter.

Was anyone in Angeles during Easter and did they experience a lack of girls because of the much talked about exodus of girls during Easter?

I thought Easter would be an exciting time to be in Angeles. Is this so, or is it best to avoid Angeles and Philippines during Easter?

Any response much appreciated.

[Dg8787]

$250 - 350.

These are restaurants that come to mind that I have been to that had pretty good food.

Bretto's Prestige located ground floor in Tune Hotel building. Most items in P350 range. Has a great thin crust Hawaiian pizza.

Clarkton Hotel has a nice restaurant inside the ground floor. I can't remember what I ate but it was good and around P350.

ABC Hotel has a nice restaurant. I think there are some items in the P350 range but most of it is higher.

You can walk to ABC from Fields, short Jeepney ride to Bretto's or Clarkton.

There are a couple of clean restaurants not located in hotels that I have had good meals. Fortunes Hong Kong Seafood restaurant on MacArthur. Short walk from Fields, turn right at McDonalds to MacArthur and walk a few blocks and it is on your right side. There is Cafe "D" on Teodoro Street. Manson Drugs is at Teodoro and Fields next to 7-11, just walk down Manson side of Teodoro (opposite of going to Jollibee) a few blocks (past Bliss Massage) and it is on your right side. Fortunes is P350+ and Cafe "D" is <P300.

[RumBuddy]

Mostly, I find the options in most hotels and restaurants dreadful. Seem to be dating back 30 years. The food is one of the worst aspects of Phils, but you just got to take the rough with the smooth.

Thanks for your input. I guess we are not there for the fine cuisine just fine women.