When two cultures collide
From my traditional western culture, Angeles is all upside down. From having to meet the expectations of the western ladies, it is just so different to be in Ph where the whole world is upside down. Even beer is cheaper than water and it costs less to have a free lancer in your room than it does to watch a porn channel at an Australian hotel.
Since returning to work this week, I had a really funny experience. Someone asked me to organise a meeting with Mr X at one of our offices and I hadn't really had much to do with him before. The person introducing me on the phone asked if I knew MR x very well. Verbally on the phone I answered "No" AS I had only seen him at meetings in Brisbane.
In reality in my mind I was flashing back to a hot tub in Angeles where we had co-coincidently met when we were both there on market research trips. The last time I had seen him we were both sharing a hot tub with a couple of little minxes. Can't wait to see the look on his face when I suggest we have a company team building exercise in AC.
Now back in the corner office here in Australia. All I do is look for angles get get back to angleles. If anyone needs an in country ex-pat manager let me know.
BD
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Philippines Diary, day 22, Angeles
Day 22, Saturday: Angeles.
Ironically given the fact that I had bar-fined a girl from Insomnia, I had the best night sleep of my whole trip. I spent the night curled up to Michelle from behind, our legs intertwined. Inevitably I woke with morning glory and soon we were having round two. I've never fucked a girl who uses her hips in such a way. Instead of just lying back with her legs spread, she thrust her hips at me, locking her eyes on mine. I fucked her doggy-style and finished with her riding me again. It was a nice way to end my trip, getting rode to a climax by a big-boobed hottie.
What a great girl. She provided me with the girlfriend experience and stayed all night. As we got changed she asked "when you come back again?". I got the impression that she liked me. She posed for lots of photos and I gave her a generous 500 peso tip before she left.
At 10pm I got a trike to the Dao bus terminal and then a bus bound for Manila. You can get a taxi directly to the airport for 1500 pesos but it is easy to travel by bus and the fare is only 114 pesos. The down-side is that when you arrive in Pasay you have to find a taxi to take you to the airport. A Filipino man saw me carrying my luggage and ushered me towards his cab."Taxi-meter?" I enquired and he said "yes, yes", so I got in. He then handed me a laminated price-card that said 'Airport 580 pesos'. He must have thought I was born yesterday! I got out and heard him shouting "500 peso? 400 pesos?" as I walked to the next cab. This driver used his meter and the fare came to 110 pesos.
Manila's best massage parlours, Starfleet and Air Force 1, are near the airport. I had a few hours before boarding but decided against another girl. I didn't want to rush and risk missing my plane and, besides, Michelle had ensured that my trip ended on a high. I checked my luggage in and reflected on the trip as I waited in the departure lounge.
In many ways it had been extremely successful. I had slept with 17 girls, four of whom I would consider to be 10/10's. Rosalyn from Erik the Red (in Cebu) , Gillian from Typhoon, Yannie from Pony Tails and Michelle from Insomnia, were all pretty girls with great attitudes, who provided the much sought-after 'girlfriend experience'. Filipino's definitely deliver in the bedroom.
I had fucked other great girls too, like Syra from Dollhouse and Angel, the young blond from Manila Bay Café. Lovely, Ann and Karen had provided me with some fantastic sex and Jennifer, the cute freelancer, woke me up with three blowjob alarm calls. I would love her to be my alarm clock back in England every Monday to Friday!
But there were negatives too. I'm an adrenaline junkie and like to pick up girls in different, exciting ways. On this trip almost all of my business had been conducted in the gogo bars of Cebu or Angeles. It couldn't compare to the thrill of the chase in Indonesia the year before, where I fucked girls from massage parlours, freelance bars and nightclubs, the sleazy backstreet brothels of Yogyakarta, the fishbowls of Surabaya and the exciting X-houses of Sanur. That kind of variety had been lacking on this trip.
Manila Bay Café had also disappointed me. Two years earlier it had been a rich hunting ground for me but upstairs had been dead and I found it difficult to target the girls I really liked.
In terms of attitude I had noticed much more of a short-time mentality with more 'Dexy's' as I like to call them (girls who do a midnight runner). It's not surprising as Philippines becomes more popular with Koreans, who spend big and bar-fine early. This can easily be rectified though. When you talk to a girl in the bar, draw out your 'rules of engagement' before you agree to leave. If you want her to stay all night, tell her so. If she disagrees, find another girl, there are plenty to choose from.
Despite these frustrations, Philippines continues to be a great sex destination. There are many pretty girls and generally the sex is cheaper than Thailand. Angeles is a must-see for any self-respecting sex tourist while Manila and Cebu are exciting diversions.
The main reason to visit though is the performance of the girls. They're extremely physical and enjoy sex more than any other pay-for-play girls I've ever met. When you come to Philippines, you are guaranteed lots of great sex.
As my plane climbed in to the sky on my way home, I admired Miss Philippines in the in-flight magazine. I vowed that I would return to these shores one day soon. Before then, Thailand beckons again.
THE END.
Ps. I would like to thank all of the people who gave me good advice on this forum before my trip. As you can see, you helped me plan a really enjoyable three week trip.