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Hong Kong / Philippines diary, day 17
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.
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Hong Kong / Philippines diary, day 18
Day 18, Angeles.
I'd arranged to meet Owen today for an afternoon bar-crawl along Perimeter Road. Macca had decided to give it a miss so he could top up his tan next to the swimming pool on the roof of his hotel.
I had arranged to meet Owen at 2 pm at his hotel, 950 Condotel. It took me a while to find as it's situated above a supermarket. A young security guard called the lift for me, which took me up a few floors and when the doors opened I walked in to a lobby where a female receptionists head was just about poking up over a tall reception desk. I told her I'd come to see Owen and she directed me to his room. Marjorie was still there, playing around on his tablet. It was a decent room (1535 pesos per night) but lacked a window which is something I always insist on. Owen said he liked it, especially the convenience of having a 24 hour supermarket below (that's what you call a convenience store). On the down-side he said it had a faint smell of cigarette smoke.
The two of us squeezed in to a trike outside which took us three minutes down Perimeter Road to Clarkton Hotel. The ride cost 100 pesos. Clarkton Hotel is next to a cluster of gogo bars and my plan was to start at MIRRORS based on good reports. However a sign outside said that it opened at 5 pm (the sign also said 'no flip flops') . I was surprised as my research revealed that bars open at lunch-time and the best time to catch the prettiest girls is early afternoon.
We went to Lost in Asia instead. It's a small bar and there were 12 girls dancing. The standard wasn't too inspiring but all were young and a few were cute in a girl-next-door kind of way. In other words, no stunners but a few girls that would provide a perfectly enjoyable couple of hours of bedroom gymnastics should I wish to pursue them. My favourite was a girl wearing the tiniest denim shorts I've ever seen. Owen told me that Marjorie, the girl he had taken from Angel Witch, had been a great choice and the sex had been fantastic.
The bar has a drinks promotion in which you get a free beer when you buy a lady-drink (150 pesos). Not only is that excellent value, it's a clever way to keep customers in their bar because it means they'll stay for at least two drinks. It also means that the girls are getting more drinks, so everyone's a winner. More bars should adopt the idea. I liked the laid-back feel to Lost in Asia, it had been a good way to start our afternoon.
There is a cluster of four or five small bars in a row and we noticed a pretty 'Hello girl' outside ROADIES. I did my usual daft joke of walking up to her and asking "excuse me, can you recommend a good bar around here?" She practically pushed me through the curtains. The venue was tiny, just a narrow room with a thin stage on which six girls were dancing in front of a mirror. As I walked in I noticed a Japanese looking girl with blond curly hair and when I sat down I spotted an absolute peach of a girl at the far right of the stage. She was very fresh-faced and looked like an Asian version of my friends out-of-bounds younger sister. She had a slim body with enticing curves but seemed shy and quickly looked away when our glances met. When she looked over again I called her down for a lady-drink.
Her name was Eileen and straight away I knew that I wanted to come on Eileen (sorry, bad joke). She was perfection up close, exactly the type of girl I like to go for. We chatted and after a couple of minutes her shyness had evaporated. She held my hand, tickled me and was a fun, giggly girl. She told me she was 20 years old from Subic Bay.
Macca and I were the only customers and since we were both pre-occupied with girls, the remaining dancers sat down. A buzzer went off and they quickly sprung to their feet and started dancing (the 'Hello girl' outside must ring the bell to warn girls whenever customers are walking in). A couple of young Korean men walked through the curtains, stood at the doorway for a few seconds, then turned around and walked out. The girls sat down again. A few minutes later the buzzer rang again and as well as the girls onstage Macca and I sprang to our feet and started dancing. Again the customers were Asian, maybe Japanese this time, and again they turned around and walked out. "Sorry, my fault" I said as everyone sat back down.
I would have happily bar-fined Eileen but I wanted to go to a few more bars with Owen first. "I'll see you again" I told her before leaving. The bar-fine here is 2000.
Our next bar was after SKOOL, a famous name in Bangkok (just like Angel Witch the night before). It was bigger than Lost in Asia and Roadies and there were 18 girls dancing. All were young and although most were fairly average, there were a couple of nice ones. They were wearing outfits that were meant to represent school uniforms but the headmistress of my old school would have a coronary if her girls wore skirts that short! Above the stage was a sign which said '2500 pesos girls take off uniform'. I never had that option at high-school.
Whenever we go in to a bar, Owen and I play a game in which we have to guess which of the girls we think the other would like most. I can be quite predictable but Owen's choices can often be surprising (I would never have predicted the girl he took last night with glasses from Angel Witch). However, I'm slowly getting better. Of the 18 girls on stage I narrowed it down to two, both cute playful types with curvy bodies. I was right, they were his favourites. He called the smiler of the two down for a lady-drink and it became apparent very quickly that he liked her.
We formulated a plan. Macca had invited us to have dinner at his posh hotel, so Owen would bar-fine his girl and I'd bar-fine Eileen from Roadies and we would take our girls to Macca's hotel and surprise him with a visit.
I returned to Roadies but immediately saw Eileen sat down next to a middle-aged Korean man with thick glasses. She was sat in silence, obediently holding his arm as he talked to his friend (who had bought a lady-drink for my second favourite girl, the one with blond hair). Eileen noticed me looking over and gave me an apologetic smile. She knew I had come back for her. I bought a drink in the hope that the men would leave but they didn't. They continued their loud conversation, only occasionally remembering they had lady company.
I noticed that the sexy 'Hello girl' from earlier was now onstage, dancing nearest the door. She was clearly the best dancer so she was obviously the bait to lure customers inside whenever they poked their head through the curtain. The problem was, there were very few customers. Apart from me and the two Korean men, who were both with girls, there were no other customers. As a result the girls weren't dancing. With my choice of girl busy and no girls dancing, there was no reason for me to stay. I quickly downed my drink and left. I could always return on another day for Eileen.
I needed to find a girl quickly if my double date with Owen at Macca's hotel was going to happen. Outside GIRLS GENERATION were a cluster of six girls, chatting noisily. One of them cheekily shouted "you look like my future husband". It made me laugh so I went inside. I figured that if a bar can have six girls outside, it must have dozens inside. I was wrong, there were just three sat on the edge of the large stage. When I sat down they stood up and started to dance. One of them had a slightly ethnic look with pointier features than usual, perhaps she had Vietnamese or Chinese blood. In the middle was an average looking girl but she was the best mover I've ever seen. She wiggled, gyrated and snaked her hips in perfect rhythm to the music and she had big tits too. I felt myself getting hard (that really is the sign of sexy dancer!). She'd be a good choice of girl I thought. She might not be the prettiest but any girl who can move like her would surely provide good sex.
However by this point I'd become infatuated with Eileen from Roadies. I decided to go back and see if she was freed from the evil clutches of the Korean man. As I left I told the sexy mover "you best dancer in Philippines" and asked for her name. It was Maya. I was impressed with Girls Generation. Although there were only three girls dancing, there were some nice girls, mainly stood outside. Perhaps it's a good option to visit early evening.
I went back to Roadies and asked the girl on the door whether Eileen was still with a customer. She poked her head through the curtains and said yes. Dammit! I went back to After Skool and saw Owen sat on his own. I told him that I'd missed out on Eileen and he told me that he had decided not to bar-fine the girl he bought a lady-drink for either. Our masterplan of gate-crashing Macca's hotel with girls had failed miserably.
We decided to take a trike to PONY TAILS. It was a squeeze getting the two of us in to the sidecar but it was fun as we zipped our way along the road, wind in our face. Ponytails justifies its reputation as the top-dog of Perimeter gogo bars. At 4.45 pm it was crowded inside with barely a spare seat and 30 girls crowded on the stage in the middle. Some were very pretty and there were lots of lithe young bodies on show. We were shown to the exact same seat where I met Yannie on my last trip, a beautiful 10/10 who was my 'girl of the trip'. That was three years ago and she would probably be back in her province now. Either that or married to a rich foreigner!
I surveyed the bar and talent levels were good. Those that weren't dancing mainly gathered to the right of the entrance and I saw some very pretty ones. Ponytails is one of the few bars that insists all girls wear name badges, which helps for identification purposes. Lyn and Ruby were both classic Philippine beauties with honey coloured skin and long silky hair and Ai had braces on her teeth and flashed me a smile whenever I looked over. A girl sat next to Owen and said "what your name?" . He wasn't interested so held my arm and said "we boyfriends, not interested in girl". I couldn't resist adding "but if you like us, we do threesome for free". She didn't take us up on my kind offer.
Although there was no shortage of pretty girls, Owen and I decided to abort mission of bar-fining one. Time had raced by and we didn't have long enough to cram in a short-time before meeting Owen at his hotel, then meeting on Fields Avenue later. We'd had an enjoyable afternoon though. We'd visited five Perimeter Road bars and I'd added two great girls to my short-list of bar-fine contenders.
We walked to Prime Asia hotel and Macca met us outside, glowing with colour after his afternoon sunbathing. He walked us in to the plush lobby and up to his room which was immaculate. A large glass window separated the bedroom and the bathroom and Owen said it was great if he wanted to watch a girl in the shower (amusingly he told us that Maike had flicked a switch that makes a blind come down!). Macca showed us to the rooftop swimming pool and we had a cool drink in the late afternoon sun.
Although 3000 pesos is more than I am willing to pay per night for a hotel, I could see the attraction of staying in a place like this. Not just for the quality of the room and the swimming pool, but when you get chatting to a gogo girl they always ask "where you stay?" . It's a question to weigh up the customer and they'd be impressed if you told them a swanky place like this. They'd see you as a lucrative bet (perhaps a bigger tipper?) so they would be more likely to go with you and be eager to please in the bedroom.
We ate the restaurant downstairs and the food was excellent. I ate a spicy tom yam soup and since I was hungry ordered yakatori chicken too. I had dessert as well and my bill which included a large bottle of San Miguel came to 910 pesos. Owen and I thought for a glorious moment that 'big spender' Macca would generously pay the bill but we were mistaken.
We made plans to meet on Fields Avenue later and went back to our respective hotels to shower and shave. One bar-crawl out of the way, another shortly to commence. The life of a monger in Angeles.
It was 8 pm when we met in TROPIX. Only five girls were dancing, looking a bit bored, but there were probably 20 girls elsewhere in bar. I saw a flat-chested young cutie walk past topless with just tape over her tits. There used to be body paint in Angeles but nowadays it seems to have been replaced with coloured tape. The girl who caught my attention was a 30-something on stage who had a sizeable pair of natural tits, that wobbled as she danced. After all of the sweet young things I'd bar-fined so far, I was in the mood for something different tonight and a big breasted girl would definitely suffice. Or one with crimson red hair, or perhaps tattoos. When you fuck the same kind of girl all the time, they blur in to one. Tropix girls can be bar-fined for 2000 or 3000 depending on the girl.
We stepped on to Fields Avenue and went to RED. We got stools right in front of the stage and ten girls were dancing. The talent was average, including one who looked like Ronaldinho, but even in bars where the talent is low it's always worth hanging around for the second dance shift. This was a prime example. When the new crop of girls stepped up on stage there were three lovely looking girls. Owen flirted shamelessly with a less attractive girl who had a massive rack. I wanted to show Owen and Macca some of the smaller bars on Fields Avenue tonight. They might have fewer girls but gems can be found.
We went to GECKO which was the smallest bar of the night so far. As a result the place had a bouncing atmosphere. It was 9 pm and there were 8 girls on stage, smiling and flirting with customers. I called down a pretty girl from the stage, who sat on my lap and danced suggestively to the music. She had a pretty face and a cheeky personality and acted surprised when she discovered that she had made me hard with all that bouncing up and down on my lap. I fell for her tactics and asked if she would like to go back to my hotel with me. It was only early but sometimes you can't resist a cutie with a banging body grinding on your lap! But she told me "cannot, just lady-drink". Surely that's not right? But then she suggested swapping numbers and meeting during the afternoon so perhaps she was just a canny operator.
Owen bought a drink for a half Indian girl whose name was Ghandi. You couldn't make it up.
We went to LOLLIPOP next, which has a small square stage in the middle with seats surrounding it. There were 12 girls dancing, of which I'd say two were pretty. They were the type of girls if I saw them on a night out in Manchester I wouldn't be able to take my eyes off them, but here in Angeles, where there are pretty girls wherever you look, it's easy to become blase. My favourite was a geeky looking girl wearing thick glasses. She was short and well stacked with nice natural breasts struggling to fight their way out of the tight bikini top she was wearing. I think glasses are my new fetish. Some time on this holiday I will bar-fine a girl in glasses.
Next door is LA BAMBA, another small bar with a cosy layout. Ten girls were dancing but it was the weakest lineup I'd seen in Angeles so far. Yet it was proof that all bars are worth visiting because there was one standout girl. She was tall, had a models face with delicate features and a perfect toned body. I bought her a drink and she told me that her name was Ivy. We chatted and I liked her. Jokingly I said to her "ever since I first laid eyes on you I've been wanting to say something to you". I took hold of her hands and said with a serious look on my face "Mahal gita" (I love you). She burst out laughing and said "bola bola!" I liked this bar. There was a really lively atmosphere and the waitresses were fun.
Macca and Owen told me that they really enjoyed the smaller bars and suggested we could try those near Angel Witch, just off Fields Avenue. They were starting to get a feel for the place and their favourite bars.
The time was 10.25 when we entered ROADHOUSE. Before I even sat down I spotted a girl on stage who I wanted to spend the night with. She was a stunner in my books and as an added bonus had large breasts. She saw me looking and smiled down radiantly. Wow. I waved her down to join me for a drink. I don't think I've ever acted so quickly in a gogo bar in my life! She was sat next to me within 30 seconds of me entering the bar.
She was even prettier up close. Her name was Melanie and she was 21 years old. She was lots of fun too and wasn't afraid to act silly which is a quality I like in a girl. Although the time was only 11 pm, I decided to bar-fine her. The cost was 3000 pesos which was higher than I expected for this bar but this girl was exceptional. She went to get changed I returned my attention to the girls on stage. There were five girls dancing and 15 sat on stools in front of the stage, a few of whom were very pretty. The place had a good atmosphere.
Melanie returned ten minutes later looking elegant in a long flowing dress and I said goodnight to Owen and Macca. They were surprised I'd acted so quickly but sometimes you've got to otherwise girls can slip through your fingers. Earlier in the day I'd missed out on Eileen and I didn't want it to happen again.
I like it when you take a girl back to your room and there is no rush to get down to business. We showed each other photos on our phones and she put a scary movie on TV. It wasn't very good so we switched it off and she played music on her phone. She loved to sing and horrifyingly insisted I did so too. I have the worst singing voice in the world but I tried my best and we dueted to a Tagalog song (fortunately the lyrics were on screen). It was surprisingly good fun. We sung another song, then another and before I knew it we'd been singing for an hour. She planted a big kiss on my lips before saying "I go shower".
After I showered we lay on the bed together. She was wrapped in a damp towel and I was naked except for my boxer shorts. She played music on her phone and I waited for the right song to kiss her again. She had without doubt the softest lips I have ever kissed and best of all, she knew how to use them. She was an amazing kisser. Our hands stroked each other and I took her towel off and threw it off the bed. She had a lovely body with perfect natural tits that were so firm and perfectly formed, they could be a Michaelangelo sculpture. Ten minutes later we were kissing passionately as I lay on top of her. She grinded her hips up in to mine and fixed me with a sexy stare that was telling me to fuck her.
The momentum was halted as I unwrapped a condom, held it to the light to work out which way it was round, then rolled it on my dick. I feel envious of guys from yesteryear who could skip this step and just slide right in!
I started on top in mish, slowly sliding in and out. Some girls just lie back and spread their legs while others are more carnal and thrust their hips at you, dig their fingernails in and kiss passionately. Melanie fell in to the latter category. The harder I fucked her, the louder she groaned. Some girls groan in a fake way, presumably to encourage the customer to finish earlier, but she was really getting in to it and playing with herself. We fucked like this for ages. Fast and then slow, fast and then slow, lots of eye contact and kissing. When you get a really special girl, you want to stretch it out as long as possible.
I spooned her from behind in front of the mirror as I held her big tits and then rolled her on to her front and fucked her from behind. I prefer this position to doggy as the pussy is tighter and you can really slap in to her arse-cheeks. She groaned so loudly I thought the neighbours might complain. Every position we did she turned towards me and kissed me. I rolled off and lay on my back and she sat astride me and rode me, rocking her hips back and forth slowly, tightly gripping my dick with her pussy. She played with herself and fixed me with the sexiest of stares. I wish I could have photographed her there and then. A 21 year old stunner, silky hair down to her waist, erect nipples, riding me and loving it.
We must have fucked for about an hour in position after position, practically throwing each other around the bed. She rode me to a shuddering climax and collapsed on top of me, glistening with sweat as we struggled to get our breaths back. I hugged her tightly and we stayed like that for ten minutes, me still inside her.
It was the best sex I've ever had.
Hong Kong / Philippines diary, day 19
Day 19, Angeles.
It's a wonderful thing, waking up in Asia and having that brief 'where am I?' moment before you see the gorgeous girl in your arms and it all comes flooding back to you.
We had sex again in the morning. She wasn't just a pretty girl with the body of a porn star, she was a tactile, playful, inquisitive girl who delivered spectacularly in the bedroom. She was perhaps the top girl I have ever fucked in Asia (and I've gone with about 200 so that's high praise!) . She showered and got changed and I took some photos of her. She was incredibly photogenic and smiled radiantly for every one. She gave me her phone number and suggested that we could meet again, perhaps before she started work.
It was midday when she left so I grabbed some snacks from a nearby shop and spent an hour catching up on the outside world at the internet cafe in the lobby of Hotel Natalia.
The plan for the afternoon was to go on another bar-crawl along Perimeter Road. This time Macca would be joining Owen and I. The three of us met outside Owen's hotel and we took two trikes halfway up Perimeter Road to CANDY. The fare came to 100 pesos for each trike, the same as we paid yesterday when we went twice the distance to Clarkton Hotel. Sometimes things defy logic in Asia! Candy is a small bar and there were 7 girls dancing to country and western music. The prettiest was a small girl in a purple bra with short denim shorts who was making a real effort with her dancing. Good dancers often make good performers in the bedroom. There were only a few other customers.
I love the banter you have when you're in a group. Macca and I teased Owen about the fact he bought a lady-drink for a girl called Ghandi last night and Owen and I found it funny when a waitress walked past and asked Macca "what wrong with your face?" (he fell asleep sunbathing yesterday and his face was very red today). I wasn't spared either. The night before I drank several bottles of water on our bar crawl, which didn't sit easily with the guys. "Watch that water" they said, "it's strong stuff".
They told me that after I bar-fined Melanie last night they went to Angel Witch and Marnie asked after me. Macca also told me that he had managed to arrange the threesome with Maike from Dollshouse and her best friend Bella for tomorrow afternoon. Both were stunning girls. If he could pull that one off he would achieve legendary status.
We went to DET5 next door based on a few glowing reports I read online. It was a narrow bar with just one row of seats facing a stage on which just three girls were dancing. The place felt sleepy and there were slim pickings. One of the girls had nice curves but an average face. We drank our drinks quickly and moved on.
A couple of doors along on the same block is XXX. This is more like it I thought as I walked in. It was a narrow bar with a lively atmosphere. Along one wall was a stage on which 10 attractive girls were dancing and facing the stage was a single row of seats. I like these intimate layouts because you're so close to the girls it's very easy to build rapport. The girls smiled and flirted in our direction and Owen and Macca didn't waste any time offering a girl a lady-drink each. Macca's was young and cute and Owen's had a 'sexy geek' look and was wearing a silver dress.
Sat next to me was an American ex-pat called Brett. He was with his Filipino wife who he told me he met working in one of these bars many years ago. She was probably about 40 but one of those women you can tell used to be a stunner in her day. Brett recommended a bar nearby called Night Moves and taught me a useful phrase to use if ever a girl asks for a lady-drink, "meron regla ako" (I'm on my period)!
On Brett's recommendation we went to NIGHT MOVES next. It was a bigger bar and crowded with ex-pats, always a sign of good value. There were 10 girls dancing in tiny red shorts, mostly older, in their thirties I'd guess. A few minutes later all of the girls left the stage and 10 different girls got up to dance, including several younger, prettier ones. The nicest was a tiny little thing with her hair tied up. The prettiest girl in the bar though was a bubbly waitress who amusingly asked Macca "what's wrong with your face?" . She was the second girl to ask him that this afternoon! He wrongly assumed that Owen and I had put her up to it.
There are lots of small gogo bars on this stretch of Perimeter road and we chose to go to ICE BAR next, a couple of blocks along. It was packed with customers. 10 girls were dancing and the standard was good, perhaps the best of the afternoon so far. One girl caught my eye. She was a tall girl wearing a red bra and panties that showed off her perfect body. She had a lovely face and long curly hair but she acted cool whenever she saw me looking over. If girls are interested they meet your gaze and try to reel you in with a smile but she looked away and was in a world of her own. Perhaps she was tired and it was too early for a customer.
I asked a bubbly young waitress to ask Macca "what's wrong with your face?" Mr Tomato Head wasn't impressed.
Suddenly I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my eye. I rushed to the toilet and took out my contact lens and it had a tear in it. I threw it in the bin. Philippines isn't a great place for contact lens wearers. The streets are dusty, there are lots of exhaust fumes from trikes and there is lots of cigarette smoke inside the bars. I go through contact lenses much quicker in Philippines.
At 4. 45 pm we walked in to FIRE PIT. 8 girls were dancing on an octagonal stage in the middle and we were shown to stools close enough to reach out and touch them. There was a bell on our table and we enjoyed ringing it to summon the waitress for drinks. She laughed whenever we rang it but soon confiscated it from us. Owen called down a peach of a girl called Melba and Macca bought a lady-drink for a girl called Merlin. Would she be a magician in the bedroom? I considered buying a drink for a tiny girl with a lovely face but she looked painfully shy. Perhaps she was new to the bar? I decided to get some food instead and left the guys chatting with their girls. I found a small cafe nearby called Edelweiss and bought a ham and cheese sandwich and soft drink for 225 pesos.
Owen asked if we could go to AFTER SKOOL next, as if had impressed him yesterday. We jumped in to two trikes and made our way to the top end of Perimeter Road. The fare was 100 pesos once again. 14 girls were dancing in matching plaid mini-skirts and Owen and I played our usual game of guessing which girl the other likes most. I correctly guessed he'd go for a petite dark-skinned girl with a cheeky smile and he correctly guessed that my favourite would be the tallest girl with pale skin and pointier features that suggested Chinese blood. We were sat too far away from the stage to form any kind of rapport with the girls but watched with amusement as the girls screamed loudly and scrambled around for ping pong balls that a Korean man had thrown. A waitress nearby grabbed three of them and stuffed them down her shirt.
I asked if we could go to ROADIES next to see if Eileen was free. She wasn't there. There were only four girls dancing and two others sat with customers. It was 6. 25 pm and a quality girl like Eileen had surely already been bar-fined. Despite the lack of girls, a few were cute. Owen bought a lady-drink for a sweet young thing with chipmunk cheeks and generously sized boobs while Macca called down a shy type with dark skin. She told him that "a lot of girls already bar-fined" and I pictured lovely Eileen being nailed by an elderly Korean. You need to act quickly on Perimeter Road to get the best girls.
While Owen and Macca were chatting with their girls, I decided to go to MIRRORS next door. It was very impressive inside with lots of red velvet furnishings and mirrors reflecting the bright lights. A lot of money has clearly been spent on the place but a gogo bar is only as good as the girls inside. There were only five and none of them were dancing, they were just stood around talking. A few were young and pretty and one of them was wearing a stripy mini-skirt and had the best legs of the trip so far.
I waited for five minutes but the girls paid me no attention so I drank up and left. Outside I saw Macca and an unimpressed looking Owen. He told me that he had bought his girl a lady-drink for 300 pesos but when he asked her about the bar-fine she told him that she was on her period.
We decided to go to PONY TAILS, the top-dog of bars on Perimeter Road. We jumped in to trikes and stepped inside the bar at 6. 50 pm. There were 7 nice girls dancing on stage, including a slightly older looking one with huge natural breasts. There were about 40 other girls dotted around the bar. I went to the toilet and spotted a stunner sat near the end of the stage. Her name was Lim and she had a 10/10 face. But she was wearing a dress that was almost as red as Macca's face. Why was she dressed differently from the rest of the girls I wondered. Perhaps she wasn't available for take-out. I returned to my seat and 30 girls were crowded on to the stage and once again I was hugely impressed by the talent. A girl called Tera was very cute and kept smiling down to me and Teal was another fresh-faced hottie. Nearby I spotted a girl called Alyn chatting with an elderly customer. She had that winning combination of pretty looks and big pouty lips that were ideal for blowjobs. Ponytails has some fabulous girls.
Once again we'd had so much fun on our bar-crawl, we'd forgotten to take a girl!
The time was 7. 20 pm and it was too late to take a girl for short-time before meeting on Fields Avenue later. We arranged to meet at 9 pm on Fields Avenue and returned to our respective hotels. All of these bar crawls were catching up on me. I felt like I could go to sleep but I needed to rouse myself for another big night out later. I bought an energy drink from the nearby 7 Eleven and splashed cold water over my face back in my room.
I also remembered that I'd forgotten to text Melanie, the girl I fucked last night. She suggested this morning that we could meet up before she started work but now it was too late. I sent her a text and suggested that we could meet later in the week. I had mixed feelings about it. She was a fabulous girl and I loved spending time with her but she was the type of girl I could easily see myself getting too attached to. I've made that mistake in the past.
Owen met me at my hotel an hour later. He was keen to see my room, a clear sign he likes Angeles sufficiently to want to come again. He walked around it like an estate agent, nodding and stroking his chin, and decided he was impressed. He particularly liked the mirror next to the bed, the dirty dog.
It was 9 pm when we walked under the Walking Street sign and entered Fields Avenue. There were two pretty young 'Hello girls' outside MUSE so we entered. 25 girls were shuffling on the stage in the middle but none were as pretty as the 'Hello girls' outside. It's often the way. But although there weren't many stunners, they were all young and many were cute. My favourite was like a little doll with a side ponytail. A waitress parked herself right in front of me, obstructing my view of the girls on stage, and asked me where I was from. Owen was also chatting with a waitress. The music was loud so I couldn't hear what he was saying but she was laughing at his cheesy lines. He's definitely got a waitress fetish! If there was a bar full of waitresses and no gogo girls he'd be perfectly happy.
The three of us went to NEMESIS next, which used to be called Genesis. It's funny how a number of these bars have changed names but only by one or two letters. We sat down and ordered three San Miguels (on separate chits of course) and admired the talent on stage. There were only 12 girls dancing, but while the quantity was low, the quality was high. Four of them fell in to the category 'very pretty', including a girl with bright red hair who ticked my red hair fetish. Thinking about it, I've had a lot of fetishes on this holiday. Red hair, glasses, big tits, fishnets. Maybe my fetish is just sexy girls?
Owen and Macca grabbed a bite to eat and then we went to THE BUNKER (formerly Cambodia). There are many things to like about this bar. There is always a fantastic atmosphere and the girls cheer loudly whenever customers walk in. There were ten girls dancing and those that weren't on stage were sat on stools in front of the stage. It's a good layout to see the talent on offer. The girls were smiley girl-next-door types and I spotted one girl who was cuteness personified. She saw me looking and flashed me a big smile. Suddenly all of the girls screamed loudly. A middle-aged white man had bought them all tequilas. He then tipped a bucket of colourful balls over the stage and there was another deafening scream as the girls scrambled to pick them up. It was a fun spectacle. A waitress then appeared and placed three beers in front of us. We hadn't ordered them so we thought there had been a mistake but she nodded over towards the big spender and told us that they were bought by him. He looked over and we toasted him.
All became apparent a few minutes later when he came over and introduced himself as the manager. His name was Murray and he had a strong Australian accent. I loved his live-for-the-moment attitude. His motto was 'fuck it!' and I've known a manager look after his girls so much. They were laughing and cheering and the bar had a brilliant atmosphere. 'Sweet Caroline' started to play and every single person in the bar sang along. A must visit.
We moved on to MONSOON and got stools right next to the stage. 15 girls were crammed on to the narrow stage in the middle and before our drinks had even been served Owen was chatting with a pretty girl. I recognised her as one of the dancers from our last visit who had a cheeky personality. Macca also bought a drink for a waitress. He confessed to me that he did so because she looked like his favourite girl in Thailand, Tuktuk.
On stage I noticed three nice looking girls pointing at me and laughing. It made me feel self-conscious but I invited the prettiest down anyway for a lady-drink. Her name was Charlyn and she was 20 years old from the Visayas. She had a beautiful face, her hair was tied back and she had the most immaculate voice. She could have been reading out a telephone directory and it would still sound fantastic. I asked her why she and her friends had been laughing and she told me that her friend was making a joke that I'm her future husband.
Suddenly Owen stormed past, face like thunder, and said angrily "every girl is on their period!" before leaving. Macca came over and explained that the pretty girl Owen had bought a lady-drink for had told him that she was on her 'mens'. It was the second time today it had happened to Owen. It could have been true of course but it's also a way girls can avoid going with customers. It doesn't necessarily mean that they don't like the customer though, it could be that it's too early in the night and they want to make some money with lady-drinks first, or it could be that they've bar-fined every night this week and are too tired to go with a customer tonight. There are lots of reasons but sometimes it's hard not to take it personally. Owen was having a bad run of luck.
I agreed to meet Owen and Macca in Brown Sugar and turned my attention back to Charlyn. I really liked this girl. She was a joy to talk to and very bright, asking lots of questions about my life in England and my travels in Asia. She had a lovely slim body and was wearing a tiny bikini that was far too small. At one point one of her boobs popped out and she apologised before adjusting herself. If I was on my own I would have happily bar-fined her but I wanted to catch up with the guys. I told her it had been lovely to talk to her and I'd like to see her again. I taught her my trademark 'towel dance' and told her that when I come in again, I'll buy her a drink if I see her doing it on stage. She laughed and said okay.
There are some fabulous girls on Fields Avenue. I'd swapped smiles a few times with an absolute doll of a 'Hello girl' outside Centaurus with platinum blond hair. This time she intercepted me as I walked past. I told her "you my favourite girl in Philippines" (smooth!) and she gave me a kiss on the lips. I was surprised and flattered given the quality of the girl. I was tempted to offer her a lady-drink but wanted to talk to Owen.
I was pleased. In the space of half an hour I'd added two girls to my rapidly growing short-list of potential bar-fines. At what point does a short-list become a long-list?
It was after midnight and I found Owen and Macca in BROWN SUGAR. We chatted about what had just happened in Monsoon and he'd calmed down a bit. He's a great guy Owen and always makes the girls smile and feel very relaxed, but he told me that he suspected that his tattooed arms might put them off. He told me in Thailand tattoos have connotations with crime. I asked a girl sat next to me for her opinion and she came up with another theory. She told me that some girls don't like tattoos because they think the guy is 'wild'. When I asked what she meant, she said "they boom boom all night"!
Brown Sugar looks small from the outside but is deceptively big inside. There were 15 girls dancing and my favourite girl was a cute girl with a big smile, sat opposite. I told Macca "she's pretty" and he waved her over to sit with me. What a gent! I bought her a lady-drink (300 pesos) and she was a real cutie. She had an innocent faces but a sparkle in her eye that suggested she knew a trick or two. Her name was Rosalyn and she was 19 years old from Masbate. We chatted and she told me that she had six sisters and seven brothers. Familes are often huge in Philippines because the Catholic church here is in the dark ages with its views on contraception.
I really liked Rosalyn so decided to bar-fine her. But it was my turn to get rejected, she told me "I don't go hotel tonight" without offering any further explanation. In a strange way I was pleased as it proved to Owen that other people could get rejected too!
It was late and I needed to find a girl. I considered returning to Monsoon to bar-fine Charlyn or Centaurus to see the blond 'Hello girl' again but again I was enjoying spending time with the guys. We went to PONYTAILS next, which is usually a good bet but it was very quiet. There were only five girls on stage and not many on the sidelines. This is one of the best bars in Angeles but clearly is a place to visit earlier in the night. We quickly drank up and moved on.
In contrast INSOMNIA at 1. 30 am was packed. I suppose with a name like that it should be busy late in to the night. Most of the seats were taken by customers so we were shown to stools next to the stage which gave us a good close-up view of the girls. There were 20 dancing in matching outfits and my eyes were drawn to the tallest. She had big tits and bigger tats but sadly she looked bored and was leaning against one of the chrome poles. She was the only girl on stage not dancing.
I then noticed a familiar face looking over. It was Kristel, the quirky Japanese looking blond I bought a lady-drink for two days ago. I waved her over and offered her another drink. She seemed pleased to see me and I enjoyed chatting with her again. She saw me looking at the firemans pole that girls can slide down to enter the stage and asked if I'd like to have a go. Of course I would! She took me upstairs where there were rows of lockers and a few girls were sat around checking their phones and eating crisps. She led me to the top of the pole and I grabbed it, jumped on and slid down to the bottom with a squeak. I quickly jumped off the stage before a Korean could bar-fine me.
I liked Kristel so paid her bar-fine. It cost 3000 pesos. On my last trip that used to be the Fields Avenue top-end price but now it seems to be creeping up some of these bars on Perimeter Road too. Three years ago I bar-fined a big-boobed honey from here for just 1865 pesos.
She went to get changed and reappeared five minutes later wearing a cute blue denim outfit. We said goodbye to the guys and walked the short distance back to my hotel. Sometimes when you get a girl back to your room you want to get down to business as quickly as possible but we lay next to each other on the bed and chatted and showed each other photos on our phones. She talked about her job a lot. She told me that she is popular with Koreans but she doesn't like them (the exact word she used was 'arseholes' "Most girls have bad stories about Koreans" she told me. She told me that once she was bar-fined by a Korean early in the night who fucked her and when she got ready to leave at 5 am he got angry and marched her back to the bar and demanded a full refund. She'd spent eight hours with him and had sex and yet he wanted all of his money back! She told me that she said to the mamasan "if you give money back to him, I quit" and thankfully the mamasan told the man what to do with his ridiculous money-back request. Kristel also said that girls hate the way that Koreans never actually ask the girl if they'd like to stay the night, they just wave the mamasan over and pay. They treat girls like objects.
We showered and lay on the bed next to each other naked. You'd think that would be the cue for the fun and games to begin but she seemed shy and reluctant to make the first move. I never like to rush the girl in this scenario, so I massaged her feet, then her hands and then facing her I massaged her shoulders and back. We were very close to each other so I kissed her. She kissed with her mouth closed but didn't pull away, so I slowly stroked lower, caressing her small tits, then lower again and began rubbing her pussy. She reached down and start stroking my dick. In a strange way when you get these timid girls and things move slowly, it helps build anticipation. I was aching to get inside her.
After a while I spread her pussy lips and rubbed her clit. She softly groaned and then I inserted a finger. She had the wettest pussy I've ever experienced. I couldn't wait any longer. I put a condom on and she spread her legs and I slid in and fucked her as she played with herself. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes were rolled back and her nipples were hard. I fucked her in a variety of positions, fast one minute and slow the next, but when I asked her to go on top she said "cannot, too big" pointing to my dick. I think I'm pretty average in this respect so I interpreted that to mean that she hasn't been with many Westerners. By this point I was hot so I lay back and took my condom off and she finished me with a good handjob.
We showered again and cuddled up to each other on the bed. Within seconds she was asleep in my arms but it took me a little longer to drift off.
I reflected on my time in Angeles so far. Each trip to Asia I set myself a minimum target of 20 girls and I was in danger of falling short this year. Despite the fact I'd fucked a girl each night I had been in Angeles (Jehna, Marnie, Melanie and Kristel), I'd failed to take a single girl during the afternoon. I was concentrating too much on the bar-crawls and not enough on the girls! Add this to the fact that in Manila I slept with the same girl on both nights, it meant my tally was currently standing at just 11. With only five and a half days left of my trip, I had to step up my game.
