Once Every Four Years

G Godon Liddy once held his hand over a flame to see how long he could stand the pain. My test is to see how long I can stand "Desire, Table for 3," on StarWorld. Fucking show is on everytime I turn on the TV. It usually takes me 10 minutes before I start screaming and have to look away.

But it gets me out the the door. After knocking back a few at California 2 Guesthouse, I decided to do something else for a change:

Happy Man Bar:
I heard the name and thought, "Oh well,...another gay bar in PNH. "

NO.

It's named after the owner. Some of you may know Happy. Big Khmer dude. Ex-moto driver who used to work out of Sharky Bar. Graduated from moto to tuk-tuk and now - a hostess bar owner. I hate hostess bars with a passion. They work best for married men and people on vacation. But....

Happy's a great guy and he knows what barangs like. Throwing some business his way seemed like the right thing to do. Hooked up with ChangMai, Dredge, and IrishKvn, and we headed up the river (across from Love Story Bar.) It was the right thing to do.

The Bar:
Dark. Air conditioned. Swimming with staff. 15 or 20 of them - and they weren't hassling for drinks all night. We chose some good company and settled in for a night of drinking and the usual hostess bar stuff. Chicks dancing on the bar, $ massages....My favorite part: Didn't get hit with the bullshit hostess bar banter - in fact, I don't even recall being asked: my name, where I was from, or if I was living in PNH or on vacation....

Score a big one for Happy Man.

The chicks were cool. The drinks weren't too expensive for a hostess place: Vodkas ($2) Lady Drinks ($3) and we boozed heavy, and I'll admit it - I paid a $5 bar fine. Hey,....once every 4 years.*


(*and I did get a decent shag out of it.)

She's Cool

I got this friend that makes the circuit. She's really cool. Every now and then she will even try to call, but I don't answer the phone for numbers I dont recognize. When I am in the mood we hook up. When I am not...no static at all. The other chicks on the circuit should take note. I told her high heels rock. She was apprehensive to wear them due to her height. She's got legs that would make ZZ Top proud. She wears them and as a result she gets hit on alot but could care less about all the attention. She gets to pick and choose and doesnt cop an attitude, but when I am in the room, I move to the front of the cue. There are those times she might even be hooked up and slip out on the sly, but she gets no grief from me. She knows my gig and knows I won't lock anyone down, though at times I think she wouldn't mind being my number one. I don't get the games or the lies that are ever apparent in a buddy of mines relationship that he is oblivous to or in denial of.

Last night we crossed paths again in the Big M. I got no flack as I made the rounds and scoured the place for something to my liking. In the end however, we sat in the gauntlet watching some stupid shark movie and talked, while the traffic came and went. We made fun of the gay looking Italian dude who showed up in asia last year. You cant miss him. He wears pastel silk shirts, a vest and one of those western string ties. I told her about him showing up last year then spotting him in Pattaya as well. Now he is back again, but words out that he is bad with the girls, and cheap. They ignore him. He stands around, or in the case last night dozed off in a chair at the entrance. A balcony sex girl took the plunge once but the next time they were in the M together she was blowing him off. It's characters like this Phnom Penh can do with out. We also spoke about some tank top tourist that has been wearing the same out fit for the last four days.

We then talked about a mutual friend that has shown up at Shark. A hot looking chick that knows nothing about service or repeat business. I thought these two were pretty tight but the word is she took clothing, and when she has cash she still wants to borrow. The nice thing about my cool chick friend is she don't pass judgement. I told her about my bad experiences with this chick and how words out in the guy circle about her as well. We ended up in Howie's where conversations of a similar nature took place. I relayed my stories and she talked about some guy on the line who is going to give her a big chunk of change to get a small business started. She wants to open a Khmer breakfast and lunch coffee house. The kind that are really busy and have the loud TV blaring in the background. I figured it is a good idea and she could stand to make some cash. In the end we headed back to my place. Tonight she could hang. I guess no one on the line, no previous appointments, not slipping out on the sly. She's gf material, but I need my space and she knows freedom is king in my book. She's cool.

Getting it out....

I managed to sleep all day New Years and avoided a major hangover. The holidays spirit was still with me, so I decided to try one last time to get it out of my system.

California 2 Guesthouse:
Decided to see what was up. Nothing. Met up with Dredge. He was down with a flu-like thing that's been making the rounds and looked like hell. I had 2 vodkas and let them close.

Sharky Bar:
Dead. No surprise. Normal people were home, sleeping, and getting ready for the work week. ChillLarry and his buddy in from HCM hanging out. A few cuties but not much else happening. WIandy made the mistake of allowing me to set some music on the PC- unfortunately, neither of us really knows how to use the mp.3 program. The result: 2 tracks playing at the same time. (Slayer playing along with CCR...) Strange thing: No one noticed. By 1:something am I was ready to boogie. Besides, I'd already fucked up the music.

Martini Bar and Disco:
Everyone was wondering where the Africans were on New Year's Eve. No doubt about where they were New Year's night. The dance floor at the Big M = 20 drunk-assed scamsters jumping around and doing tribal dances. I sparked one and dug the show. Bombed -they'd been slamming beer and then one of them bought a bottle of Johnny Walker. They started passing it around. Hitting it from the bottle. They banged into each other, jumped up and down, picked each other up, did the knuckle-dragging ape dance in a circle around the dance floor...and scared the women out of the room, but hey - I enjoyed it. Except: 3 very hot Viets showed up. Looked like they were in town for the first time and someone told them to hit Big M. That's what they saw. They'll probably never leave Manhattan Disco again. Oh well,.....Hooked up with an old buddy and we hit the road.

A fitting end to the holiday season.

Snooky Germans with Bad Habits

I haven't been to Sihanoukville in about 4 years and I've never partied there, so I don't know the places they are talking about. But some readers may be familiar with the names/places.

Someone sent me this article from a Berlin newspaper. You can probably find the original story (in German) via a google/yahoo search. Someone used babelfish to translate it and this is some of what I received. (Apologies - I couldn'tget the format down right.)

Anyway, those of you who know Sihanoukville better - see what you can make of it:
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Stink in the Paradise of the child violaters: In Sihanoukville pedophiles defend their enclave by intimidation and force

By Willi Germund

SIHANOUKVILLE. The two Bulldogs race like medieval cannon balls...in the bar. The animals are playing but the force of the attack upsets the visitor almost. Wirtin Tanja, a short-sighted Dutchwoman of 50, calls the animals to order. "You are trained to down-tighten to unsolicited guests the trousers" (??) say them, "I need them for protection".

The Melting Pot is appropriate for only deep sea port and most well-known beach place on the Victory Hill of Sihanoukville. A few step continues to sound Disco rhythms from the neon-illuminated Bar Boom Boom Room. The Kettenraucherin Tanja is not afraid of the easily
geschürzten young women, who greet Passanten with a aufmunternden, "Hello Darling".

Her fear applies for the man 40 meters far in the J-bar yard holds. "This witch is debt", raves there the 65 yr old Heinz Meadow swills his third beer over the Veranda with view of the sea, "this witch to us all this crumbled".

Which he means with "all this", is said in a sentence: Sihanoukville is considered the Dorado of an international Pädophilenszene and that has been disturbed since the September when a 35yr old from Cologne, Alex Watrin, was condemned to ten years detention. Now he spends his time in in Sihanoukville's small prison a cell with a condemned murderer, ...and protests his innocence and hopes for an appeal.

His version: The German Lars Gellner, who shared with Watrin a dwelling, abused children. Gellner is gone....the German authorities search so far in vain for him.

Watrins buddy Heinz Meadow, who visits the Cologner two (times) weekly, sees little chance of an appeal. "That is everything a conspiracy. Watrin does not have a chance." Believes the schmächtige, dark-blond Meadow, who as a 23 yr old ...to Australia emigrated. Cambodian authorities, the German Embassy (?) and relief organizations would have together-found themselves, in order to vergällen him and people such as Watrin the life.

At least the contemplative Sihanoukville seems to be like that something like the last refuge for Meadow. So vulgär as only possible, the gangster Don explains: "I became slowly too old for Australian conditions, it dropped less and less Fotzen for me, and I had no more desire to count
by-hopping Känguruhs." (????)

Instead it lets the dolls in Sihanoukville dance now. At this conviction the authorities arrive more and more. Heinz meadow, which in the bathing resort officially "Heinz's Bookstore" operates the book shop, is to put behind a systematic threatening campaign, which - also by force - which is to intimidate or vergraulen opponents of the Pädophilen in Sihanoukville.

This intimidation is limited not to Sihanoukville, but even into the four hours drive to Phnom Penh. Only some example are mentioned. The Wirtin Tanja is reviled in a handbill.
Meadow is seen two times with a white car on foreigners to have driven off. Four "Motordups", as the drivers of moped taxis in Kambodscha were called, fingered them to the police in Sihanoukville, in Wieses order Irish would have together-struck. The wages: 300 US Dollar.

The teacher of a school, which is operated by a Dutch Pädophilen, zückte in drunk condition threatened two foreigners with a pistol in front of a small pension, after the institute had been unmasked as a cover address for Pädophiles.


After the arrest Watrins ensured Meadow besides for the fact that evidence disappeared. The owners of the Disco Pocoloco - two Germans - vacated for example the dwelling empty, before the police arrived. With other foreigners in Sihanoukville Meadow with small Briefchen Watrins smuggled from the prison became before digit, in which money was required.

But Meadow says all these stories are, "Pure rubbish", schnauft meadow in the J-bar.

Cambodias, which became in this year not only since the condemnation Watrins, is itself in all secretness a center of foreign Pädophiler in Southeast Asia developed. Where always a special unit of the Kriminalpolizei searches. For approximately two months a Swiss sits in remand. An American policeman, a ten year regular visitor to Cambodia, killed himself after his arrest
in his cell.

It used the same Zuhälterin, which had placed also girls to two Germans. The men were arrsted at the beginning of August with loading video material of 1,600 coded computer files. The data were passed on according to kambodschanischen data for decoding to the German Federal Criminal Investigation Office. Investigators believe that they are possibly part of an international network.

Because of Thai visa changes, more such people will arrive in Sihanoukville, so Heinz Meadow believes probably that it can hold since the province Gangsterboss is protecting the Pädophilenszene in Sihanoukville.

Berlin newspaper, 12.12.2006

Back in the Garden

Yesterday I sprained my ankle; it's swollen to the size of a grapefruit. I'd like to say I did it doing something heroic like racing at the motocross track or battling angry water buffaloes at a wedding, but no...I twisted it on some uneven sidewalk. A walking accident. Smooth. At least i had an audience of motodops and coconut ladies to see it happen.

SK must have burned a ton or incense at the Wat. The day she loses her free room & board at jBat's (he's headed back to DC for some R&R) life presents her with a bed-ridden Bong. She gets to showcase her domestic skills and a place to crash. Back in the garden...for now. Oh well, my ankle is fucked, getting to the bathroom is a hassle, and I was out of diet coke and toilet paper.

Shit happens. I'm not going to whine about it (too much) because worse things happen to better people:

Some major shit:
A few days ago I wrote about Ken the barang manager at Walkabout. (I've been calling him Kevin all this time...he never said anything...) It wasn't a moto accident that laid him out - it was worse. The kind of thing that happens everyday.

He got a minor scratch on a rusty stairwell. He noticed the cut, went on anti-bios, and while the infection seemed ok, the cut wouldn't heal - even after 4 months. He went to an MD to get it checked and got the bad news. Gangrene. The leg needs to be taken off - above the knee.

Health:
The whole episode's got me more conscious of health matters. After I heard, I spent some time checking myself for cuts, scratches, and bites. Then went over to Martini and got someone to check me out - just to make sure I didn't miss anything. To err on the side of caution, I went for a second opinion. So far, so good....but you can't be lax on shit like this. I'll do some more checking-up this weekend.

Holiday Week:
I had a 10 day break so the holidays are a bit of a blur. California 2 patrons were treated to a time honored holiday treat - a riverfront taxigirl brawl complete with fists, nails, hair pulling, belt lashings, and a crowd of Khmers to watch, hoot and holler. YEEE-HAW mother fucker.

It came to end when a gun-toting pimp arrived on the scene (a bit late) to keep his girl from getting a more serious ass-kicking.

Noted: It took a gun-wielding pimp to bring this ugly affair to an end. I guess if you can't get a cop....

Sharky Bar:
Everyone seemed to be in the right mood for New Year's Eve at Sharky Bar. A blast. Despite some questionable DJ-ing, the party kicked. Hats, horns, spray foam, tubes that spewed colored tissue paper. The new year hit and the bar erupted. They broke out mucho bottles of champale and we started slamming it. Many thanks to the crew behind the bar for the champale bath (fuckers...) The idea of a human shield is....you don't hit the shield.

Whatever,... it's not a party if you don't walk out covered in spray foam and stale champale. Not as crowded as last year, but that's a good thing. Besides, plenty of women and I dig free booze - even if it's not vodka. Also on the scene:

• Wasted Kazakhs vs. wasted Australians. I think it started over a pool game. Pool is a menace. Burn the tables.
• Plunger commandeering the wireless mic. Giving a drunk and angry commentary LIVE from different parts of the bar. No one seemed to mind. That's why I like the place.
• BigChef's pizza dough garlic bread ($3)
  

It was closing in on 2, and I was thinking company.

Martini Bar and Disco:
Pretty hopping. Great vibe. Where were the Africans? I felt obligated to kick the new year off with a partner. Too many choices. Too bombed to make one. The champale/vodka/ect....had me in a fog not even kamagra could fix, so....

Howie's Bar:
Full house. Everyone pie-eyed and stumbling. EMTed, Plunger, tattooMark, BongRob, and even the guys from Martini came by...some tourists from France. Everyone getting down til past 5. WIandy set up a round of flaming sambuca shots and no one was badly injured. Plunger broke out the casket-shaped flask of Wild Turkey / sherry and I was....10 sheets to the wind. Lights came on and....

Walkabout:
A tattooed bowling ball was at the bar freaking out some Ind0-Arab-Euro looking dudes. I watched Plunger and his ex re-kindle their relationship ..in front of her date for the night. Oh well,....we were at the Walkabout and he didn't seem to mind. Cool dude. We talked food. I was thinking splurge - breakfast buffet at the Cambodiana Hotel ($13.20) I ended up with some nuggets ($3) a small order of fries ($1.50) and started eyeing the tattooed pierced dark chick I've been wanting to chill with for a while.

"To do ($20) or not to do (save$20)...." That was the question.

Did the right thing. Went home. Inhaled the food and slept til 8pm.

Dig New Year.

Lights

NYrs at the Shark good fun, fireworks on the river short but sweet except for the Cambodiana Hotel who put it on. The wind blowing south west put all the smoke from the fireworks right in their face. Lesson learned..if it aint broke don t fix it. Next year maybe they'll not be as selfish and lauch from the tip of the peninsula as with the boat races, independence day and Kings birthday. The Big M pretty much sans nigerians. Lotsa talent on the dance floor. Icing on the cake, me and the squeeze on the way home made the loop around Hun Sen park with all the blue lights on the trees in a buzzed state. Kodak moment

One traditional New Years item the motorcycle on the pavement at the corner of Sotheros. No one injured, but English Rob in Sihanoukville not so fortunate as word is he hit a parked truck and evaced out to BKK.

Any tuesday night in PNH is better than any NYs celebration in the west, but attach a holiday to it and you get to play dodge the drunks on the way home.