A day at the races (Walkabout)
ok, not quite the races. and walkabout isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. but this is a field report of a 24hr stint that included three games of chess and several shags in-between, just to show how convenient it is. i don’t go to a country primarily for the sex. i just like it available – when and where i want it – eg after coffee, before lunch, when i wake up, before i go to sleep, with tlc or with meaningless gymnastics. and so on. for those of similar mind that don’t require top-class hotels, it’s a reasonably good deal. walkabout has a range from ugly-enough-to-put-you-off-your-food to extremely-sweet-and-do-able. and you can always pop in to heart of darkness for a late night easy-upgrade.
i arrive at walkabout at about noon. haul my luggage all the way up the stair to check out the room before paying. a better room than i had been offered (and which i had turned down) before. $14. leave my luggage mostly unpacked and go downstairs for a coke. plus point: they sell it in bottles – the best sort – and only $1 a bottle. but before i get to the bar a girl called esowah approaches me on the stairs, oozing sex. what the heck. she’s 23yrs and pretty enough. pop back into the room for a quickie.
make it downstairs for my coke then nip out to sorea market for provisions and exercise and to see if there is anything worth the time investment. a couple of nice check-out girls that look possibilities but that would eat into my schedule too much. r1000 for a moto with a basket to take my shopping back to save walking in the heat. give esowah an affectionate grind on the way in. unpack essentials and meet ayah on the way out who persuades me back up the stairs for $15 worth. she tries to come but doesn’t quite make it. encourage her to frigg herself. she’s been sweet enough and invite her to help herself from the fridge (which now contains cookies, soft drinks, small treats and other little investments). she’s over the moon. i’m delighted at the response with such little effort (if i were staying longer i’d have flowers in the room and some nice joss burning and maybe some music.) we snuggle and give each other back rubs.
i need some fresh air so tell her i have to go out. someone on the forum has mentioned hun sen park. none of the tuktuk / moto drivers outside have heard of it (or rather they haven’t heard of it as soon as i say no find it, no pay for it). grab a game of chess. this guy ben is a better player than me but i manage to get the better of him. i think my psychological attitude helps – i constantly interrupt my own mental state to change perspective and i reckon it can throw others off balance too. eventually a moto proudly claims he’s found hun sen and we check it out. just the monument area – ok for a leisurely afternoon but i’d rather play chess than spend all afternoon hunting. back to walkabout and sex with a girl called threkone. she gets very settled in, determined to give me a great gfe/lt. i deduce that being a resident is helping me get better value from the girls. it’s less hassle for them, known variables, they’re back at the pool table without any travelling, and their mates have already vouched that i’m not a weirdo ax-murderer. but although it’s very sweet of her, i don’t plan to cuddle up and go to sleep early in the evening. nor do i want to watch khmer-dubbed cartoons with her. or let her patiently help me with my language skills. her skills in bed are adequate, but not enough to keep me interested for long bouts. so out she goes. i invent an excuse about work, just for politeness.
pop out to cyclo for dinner. bad choice. the normally outstanding french restaurant is missing its chef this early in the evening. the dish i get is not the one i order, even though it’s veal, and the meat is not cooked properly. send it back, my mood slightly ruffled. the food here at its best is outstanding and i had looked forward to recommending the place unreservedly. i nip back to walkabout to change. nyum, a girl from the other night, is acting huffy because i gave her more last week than i’ve offered her for a replay. i explain that i was being generous, that she had further to go (i was staying at cyclo) and, when she pushes her bluff, point out that she hadn’t stayed lt as agreed anyway so wasn’t that good value (shame, as she had a nice tight body, but lacking in attitude beyond teh initial attention span).
pleased i’m wearing trousers with big pockets. the walkabout keys don’t detach from the big triangle they’re attached to. i don’t like checking the key in to reception. when i take a girl back, i often like to get her to my room while she’s still playing bunny-in-the-headlights rather than breaking teh mood by waiting at reception. walk round to cyrcee and canoodle with my fave girl there for a few hours, then hang out at heart of darkness till 2.20am. back at walkabout i get pleasantly fondled by a girl as i eat some supper. but my attention is on my book and the fact that i have chosen vegetarian noodles as the least dangerous walkabout food-offering. the hard-on can wait for a better looking woman. grab a few hours sleep. downstairs for a coke. can’t see anything i fancy. then two girls come over, coaxing their friend who seems very shy. she is a delightful young honey, and i get a hard-on as soon as she sits down. i’m a bit wary as i haven’t determined her age yet, but her two friends are manoeuvring her adroitly and i can’t be so rude as not speak to her. she says she’s been eyeing me for two days. (great! girls love it when they feel they’ve ‘got to know you’ – and especially efficient if it’s with no effort on my part!) she really is the best looking woman i’ve seen for a while. at least this 24hrs. i ask how old she is and she says 22. i bear in mind that the doormen don’t let anyone in they think is **** but i want to double check her. i ask for her i.d. non-existent. i call the head barmaid / receptionist over and ask her. she is pleased i’ve asked, and assures me that this particular woman is definitely ok as far as she is concerned.
back in the room i can see young honey is definitely the age she claims. the muscle tone, the wrinkles here and there, as well as a maturity of manner now she’s relaxed. but i’m pleased i made certain for myself before going this far. we undress and her body is perfect except for marks across her shoulders and chest that look like torture marks from some years ago. our bodies blend and we session for about an hour or so. there’s been no mention of money and it is possibly the warmest, most affectionate f*ck i’ve had in cambodia. but i have to get to the airport. i leave it till the last possible minute and try to time it considerately. i squeeze some money into her hand as she leaves – almost to salve my conscience as i’m sure she would happily put it on a tab – i give what she can interpret as the standard fare or my rate plus a small tip. kisses and petting.
if i’ve missed out any details, ben won the next game of chess and i won the tie-breaker. when you get a set from the bar, make sure it’s a staunton one – the local style has bishops, pawns, queens and kings that have too little differentiation. i think pdp was 4-0 but i've been writing this without counting (and i wasn't really trying, plus i wasted a lot of time). not bad though :-)
Hotel information please.
I will be in PP again shortly and need to book a hotel.
Last time I stayed at New York Hotel on Monevong Bvd but would like a change this time.
I saw Cozyna Hotel mentioned a few posts ago.
The location looks very good and it has quite good reviews on some travel sites, but nothing recent!
I don't need 5 star luxury, just a good location, clean room with A/C, a decent shower and of course a comfortable bed!
Does anyone have any up to date information on Cozyna (or any alternative on the riverside.)
I would appreciate your help.
Hotman.
