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It’s Monday morning, I’m finally feeling better and Nat is supposed to pick me up for our trip to Sihanoukville. I don’t know much about the agenda yet, just that brother #1 has a friend who owns a hotel there that we’re staying at. He arrives two hours late, very much the worse for wear, being driven by sister’s driver. He had been visiting friends the night before and overdid it. The drive down is pleasant, nice modern toll road the entire way. Turns out that the friend’s hotel was actually a new resort a couple of miles outside the city, on the bay of lights. The resort consisted of new two bed A-frame cabins, with a/c and an open air bathroom. They were really cute. The resort was called Summer Bay, and is set up with a lot of family entertainment, both on land and in the water. I’m surprised on arrival to see Mommy and Daddy, along with brother #2 and family. I didn’t know the entire clan was coming. For dinner we all pile into cars and head into the actual city, which is just as ghastly as everyone says, and eat at a fancy oceanfront seafood restaurant that is owned by a different friend of brother #1. Brother #2 and his wife enjoy teaching me all the dishes and how to eat them. It’s decided that we’re not going to go to Kampot, as the road is under construction. We head back to the resort following the waterfront, and you can see glimpses of what the town must have looked like before the Chinese, it’s really sad. We head back to PP the next morning, with a detour up a mountain to a resort where we have a long lunch and the kids can swim in the pool for a while. I get dropped off at my new hotel, Palace gate Hotel and residence, not to be confused with Palace gate Hotel and Resort. It’s a very nice colonial style hotel where I get a big room with kitchen overlooking a beautiful temple. The only downside is that those monks get up at 5am and start chanting, fortunately I still have the earplugs that Japan Airlines gave me. I have one full day and night in PP before I go to Thailand, and I am determined to get to Space Hair before I leave. Around 7pm I head over, knowing that it’s probably going to be empty on a weeknight that early, I am correct. That doesn’t really stop the fun though, as 2 hosts, SamUn and Pov, are on duty and sit down and chat. I try to get info about gay life in PP, but they don’t seem to have much to say about that. Soon a third host, Harry comes on duty and joins us. He is wearing a toga, which is apparently the uniform costume for tonight, and SamUn gets up to change into one also. We spend a pleasant three hours together chatting and drinking, with Harry sitting next to me being very affectionate the whole night. Around the time I get ready to leave another customer comes in and sits down and a fourth host comes on duty and introduces himself to me but as it’s clear I am on my way out he sits with the other customer. I have to agree with everyone who sings the praises of Space Hair, I look forward to coming back. And so ends the Cambodia part of this trip. I have some random thoughts about it all that I will write about tomorrow. Here’s some pics from Space Hair that I've been given permission to share.

Just a quick endorsement of this recommendation based on my recent (not amicable) experience. My session at Lagoa went well until, as we departed, the GP named Cayo (not a regular there) demanded an extra 100 after I paid the agreed R$200. (This was not the smiling request for a drink that sometimes follows a good tryst.) He become angry when I declined. He seemed to think he could intimidate me and became increasingly loud and hysterical. I walked over to the reception desk and asked that he tell the GP to stop harassing me. Instead, they threw him out immediately! First time, after decades of many visits to Brazil, I've ever had such an incident. But the good guy at the reception desk put a quick end to the problem.

Day 3 in Siem Reap has the four of us hitting a noodle shop for breakfast. Every shop in Cambodia seems to have a parking attendant, whether they have their own parking lot or not, lol. If you drive up to a place an attendant finds you somewhere to park. Then we hit a couple more temples and then ended up at an outdoor restaurant that surrounded a beautiful pond where each group is assigned a raised thatched roof hut with hammocks and a table in the middle and you just order food and drinks and you can just sit there all day if you want. We just ate and slept the afternoon away while it rained off and on. Really pleasant. The plan at this point is to go back to Phnom Penh the next day, spend 3 days there and then go with brother #1 to see Sihanoukville and Kampot. I will have some city time while Nat spends some time with his daughter. So I’m surprised when Nat announces the next day that we’re going to head up to some mountain town where his stepbrother lives. I put my foot down on this change of plans, I was starting to have stomach issues and I was looking forward to some days to myself. I let Nat know that I'd just take the bus back to Phnom Penh, and he was free to go visit more people. He decides to go back to Phnom Penh. On the way back we stopped at a shed on the side of the road that is semi famous for their beef shank soup. And believe me, when they say shank they mean it. I felt like Fred Flintstone eating this thing. Unfortunately while delicious it didn’t help my brewing stomach problems. We get to PP and I find I’ve made my first hotel mistake for the trip. One of the nephews had suggested I try out Bassic Lane, which is a trendy group of small streets and alleys filled with bars and restaurants. It’s indeed a fun place to stay but the hotel I picked, the Times Hotel, was not. The only cleaning that seemed to be done to my room was a change of linen, but I was feeling really sick at this point so I decided to just make due. I last 2 of the four days I had paid for and decide to blow the last of my Accor points at the Novotel, and eat the loss. I learn to always check tripadvisor, don’t believe Agoda. The Novotel in BKK1 was heavenly. I spend my days visiting the pharmacy and sleeping, so still no gay nightlife for me.

Whilst Hua Hin might be pretty much devoid of gay nightlife you will still find guys on the apps. Predominantly on Grindr, Hornet and Romeo. Guys will often message offering massage. There is at least one gay massage on soi 96 (96/1?) https://www.facebook.com/ruk.dee.2024 I can also recommend Jandarra Massage on Soi 55 You can also find guys working at a few of the many places around town.

Don't remember but the basic massage rate is like 500-600 TL (it's usually sign posted and offered as part of the "full package" along with the scrub, entrance fee and such - around 1400 TL or so). Fyi, these rates are at least 50% of what you'd get in a regular, non-gay hammam (and the premium ones are definitely much more) - quality varies. (E.g. The treatment I got from Firuzagha was quite good and thorough.) Extras: basically fucking. Or you suck them. I guess the standard assumption is that they only do "top stuff", nothing "gay" like kissing, etc. You can try and negotiate and it's probably a case-by-case answer. It's funny how their whole logic may work but, hey, to each, their own. Another update: I checked out Yesildirek at roughly the time of peak attendance. I only stayed for 5mins and didn't even get to take my clothes off. The place was super local, service seemed meh and the clientele was definitely on the older side, and again super local. It felt weird so I just bolted. Given that it's also off the main area, I'd say the effort to walk all the way out there wasn't worth it.

I remember almost a dozen years ago seeing the story on the national news about an 18 year-old high-school student who was suspended then reinstated for doing (legal) gay porn work off campus. With too much time on my hands, I got curious to see how he was doing, and it looks as though he's been working in aircraft maintenance for the US Army for a good 11 years now, and has a happy family with children. https://www.cnn.com/2014/01/21/us/florida-teen-suspended-porn "An 18-year-old Florida student is set to return to class Wednesday after he says he was suspended when school officials learned of his pornographic online photos and videos. Robert Marucci, a senior at Cocoa High School in Cocoa, Florida, told CNN affiliate WKMG that he picked up his X-rated gig to help his mom pay the bills...". https://www.upi.com/Odd_News/2014/01/22/Florida-student-who-was-suspended-for-starring-in-porn-allowed-to-return-to-school/6231390411761/ "A Florida high school senior who was kicked out of school for starring in porn to help pay his family’s bills will be allowed to return to class. Cocoa High student Robert Marucci said he was given the boot by the Brevard County School District for his role in an adult film, but the district allowed him to come back to the classroom on Wednesday. The 18-year-old began working in porn to “help my mother out economically” and Melyssa Lieb knew what he was up to. "I think he's the most awesome person in the world," she told WKMG. "He stood up and he was the man of the house when I couldn't be."..." Now that he's 30, it looks like he made a career serving our country: https://www.linkedin.com/in/robert-marucci/ "...Experienced Aircraft Technician with a demonstrated history of working in the military industry. Skilled in Aircraft Maintenance, Flexable, U.S. Federal Communications Commission (FCC), FAA Certifications, and A&P...". Then: And now: https://www.facebook.com/robert.marucci.3

I have never used Airbnb, perhaps because I now spend only a few nights in one place on my travels. Some years ago I did try to find one in Taipei which is my most regular destination. There was only one near the city centre which I really liked but it had no television. Not a major dealbreaker although I do tend to watch one of the international news channels once a day. What killed it for me was it was only a few $$ less than my regular 3-star hotel nearby. And the hotel offers a bigger and better equipped bathroom (rooms have a really large bath which I love because I tend to walk a great deal in Taipei - and it is large enough for two!) The Guardian today has the tale of a London-based lady who had booked an Airbnb in New York for two-and-a-half months earlier this year. Feeling unsafe in the area, she left early. Soon thereafter the host claimed she had caused US$16,000 of damage, a claim he backed up with photographs. The lady countered that she had a friend with her as she checked out and who could back up her statement that no damage had been caused. Airbnb rejected her appeal. It was only after the lady sent a compaint to the Helpline run by The Guardian who took up her case. Firstly Airbnb offered $665 compensation. Then a $1,130 refund, a fifth of the total cost of her booking. When this was rejected, she was finally refunded the full amount of her booking $5,660. It was then discovered that the images sent by the Airbnb host had been manipulated by using AI. As we know, manipulating images through the use of AI is now easy as a result of widely available cheap software. Airbnb has warned the host and said it will take such claims more seriously in future - isn't that what every company says when it has finally agreed to pay up? https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2025/aug/02/airbnb-guest-damage-claim-refund-photos

Works almost 100% of the time 👍

I enjoyed his auto-biography. Although the only parts I remember now is him getting fucked by American soldiers in alleys during the war and his line "It was enough to make a schoolboy go on strike."

Arena for sure it will be cash. Other, more classy facilities like Prestige , Klover, Jey or VCK may accept payment by card so better ask them . There may be surcharge for car payment. Boy tip is still cash only wherever you go. as for Arena, just GO !

I’m surprised. I was there 18:00 to 21:00 and I did paws non-erotically for the Panda massage and then put my paws privately all over the gorgeesus student after briefly catching the suck-and-rim prepenetration dyadic show stages, but picked up no 70s/80s tub vibes whatsoever. Urban myth is my Hakim’s Razor take. Neide seemed upstairs all on her lonesome with minimal suite clean-up requirements. Frustrated, sighing empty-pocketed trade for the most part.

he looked happy then and looks happy now

While I have posted my comment here already but polysome I can confirm what you mentioned are 99% accurate compared to what I experienced. I do like Yesildirek tho but mainly because of the space. I can breathe there lol. Everthing else is the same as you mentioned

I get your point about all the lying that anyone at a microphone has to do to service in the Trump administration. All these people who become brainless minions, it's embarrassing to watch them grovel. However, I have to say Karine Jean-Pierre did a poor job for the Biden administration. She was slow on her feet, and I never got any sense of her being genuine. She wasn't smart to enough to have that job. And with her whiny after the election loss book - sister, you are only looking out for yourself, and it's obvious.

+1 I will do better. Funy dat evn mispeling evry sngle wor mi sentnces r easiah too undertan.

that's proper way of handling it. While is nice and ensuring to go for known quality , that my lead to disappointment too. Some boys are getting better and better with every subsequent meeting but " some " doesn't mean' all" unfortunately. They are guys who quite fast feel sense of entitlement and start slacking on service or being too comfortable with us. Few trips ago I stopped seeing one of my regulars because in the bar he reached to my shirt pocket to see if I have money there presumably and I considered it excessive familiarity. And he was and still is great looking guy but thank you

I suspect not every customer either

The Windsor Florida in Catete near that station, where I have occasionally for many years taken day use for rooftop pool access with gorgeous views, or had breakfast as a walk in, now suddenly has at their reception a very prominent TV screen exclusively outlining the message that prostitution is disallowed, with legal code references etc. A possible workaround there might be one regular guest acompanhante co-registered for a double even though not necessarily staying overnight. The area is essentially nontourist central. I haven’t ventured as far as Ipanema in years. I would probably have no problem finding the Glória Diamond to be fine, a little more touristy as it’s right at the Selaron Steps. There’s now only one single guest that I regularly host for outcalls, the rest offside my lodgings.

based on my experience answer is 'yes". No all of them , not always but certainly some will and I even had cases when boy was first one to come with such proposal

my personal record is three, 1st choice - went home to see parents, 2nd choice - sick today, 3rd choice- already booked for whole day. I gave up and never tried to use the same place again although I understand it's not their fault. It's why I prefer just walk and see what's on the shelves. On the same token I advise not to be too attached to see particular boy in his bar - he may be not available for this ort that reason. Always as you said above - have few boys or perhaps even few venues in mind before venturing out.

I went to Prestige because it was convenient to the condo where I was staying and had seen mention of it on here and also at ShamelessMack2. I really only expected to get a good massage, and possibly a happy ending (HJ) but nothing more beyond that. I was not the initiator of what happened, either. I had paid for a 90 minute aroma massage. After about 60 minutes, the masseur asked me if I was interested in any extra services. Like you, I was under the impression that such a thing was not possible in this shop so was very surprised. Needless to say, I did not turn down his offer (lol) and had an amazing full service experience. No idea if it is just this one particular masseur who offers extras, or if others might as well, but I certainly went back for round 2 the next day!!! He is still listed as one of the therapists, so I definitely plan to visit when I return in October.

Updated info on the ground: Had the chance to visit Firuzagha and Cihangir. Cihangir - sauna only (no steam room), I availed of the services (scrub/foam massage + oil massage), got upsold extra services by both attendants. The scrub/foam guy was your typical "boom-boom-done", zero sensuality. He passed me on to the oil massage guy who did much much better. The massage was good and sensual as he tried to upsell me extras. I said no but he seemed horny (and wanted the business) so he just kept turning up the heat massage wise which made it quite good. There was kissing (unexpected). All ended with me blowing him. Over-all, hot session. Interaction with other clientele - there's many private rooms and I hear sounds which meant some people were getting pounded. I'd say it may take a while to get this going but I didn't stay long enough to figure out. (All considered, I may come back to try yet another attendant who has the look of your typical Turkish muscle stud) Firuzagha - Friday afternoon, high traffic. Clientele was also mixed but with a clear sub demographic of younger locals + tourists. There's a large classic hammam area and two dark room saunas. I'm led to believe that the action (if any happens) in the dark rooms as anywhere else seems too out in the open and there are no private rooms like in Cihangir. There's a lot of looks and wandering but not much action which is disappointing as the place and demographic seemed to have high potential. I availed of the scrub/ foam massage too - great service from an older attendant (really two thumbs up on the foam massage) but this clearly not an extra service type of place. I didn't feel like getting an oil massage but if I did, I feel like it would be quite good (for the price). (I think it works well as a cheaper local sauna but I'm not coming back for the action).

I stayed once, one of the GP's I'd known for awhile, not very bright, but good in sex.... I told him to come straight up to my room.... he didn't, he stooped by the front desk and when they asked him who he was, he proudly stated, "I'm a GP".... they wouldn't let him up.😏

When you add in a suitcase and carryon/backpack, it isn’t all that much less than other carriers. It used to be very cheap, but their prices have climbed. Also, if you fly US to BKK, the two trips (which have to be bought separately ) are roughly the same as the best deals on JAL or their Taiwanese competitors. I love the concept, because what I really want is the lay flat bed, but not if the nickel and diming comes out the same in the end

PART THREE: SEX: I found guys for sex in the daylight hours only outside the Café Atlas and at the Theatre. At night, I found sex in all the other places already noted. 99% of the guys are active and will only get sucked or fuck. Strangely, many of these same active guys (about 75%) were willing to also do great kissing. The exception was near the Pizza Hut where I found passive guys that would do it all. GRINDR: I had been warned that both police and crooks used Grindr in Marrakesh to steal from gay foreign men. I had plenty of messages and required each guy to video chat with me. When a guy would not, I simply blocked him. Most of the guys were dark skinned Africans who were only active and offering their services. In virtually every conversation it just didn’t feel right. I finally met up with one white skinned guy at McDonald’s one evening. I took him to a nearby park and had fun for about an hour. ALL the gays I met in Marrakesh warned me about Grindr scams, so I finally realized I had plenty of other guys I can find in much safer venues. MONEY: Grindr guys asked for 500-750 dirhams ($55-$83). Street, Jemaa, and Theatre guys asked for 150-200 dirhams ($16-$22) LANGUAGE: Most speak Arabic or French. You can get by with google translate but be warned that some street guys may try to steal your phone. For the most part, you can use gestures and number signs to flash what you want or will pay. LOCATION: I used the parks, side alleys, and theatres. WARNING: For the most part, I felt very safe in Marrakesh. I had only two scary moments in Marrakesh. The first was at the Art Garden where a man was walking home with a friend. A scooter suddenly pulled up, a guy grabbed the man’s briefcase, and then started to drive off. The man fought them off and the scooter sped away. The man was hit pretty badly and required an ambulance. I served as a witness because the police were nearby and caught the scooter by ramming it. Exciting action! The second really scary moment came near the Pizza Hut. I had finished with my evening and was walking back to my hotel along AMV. I stopped for only 30 seconds to give a young man a cigarette when he asked. Suddenly, a “tourist cop” pulled up and separated us. He talked with the young man and then placed him in the police car. He then came to me and asked for ID. I showed him a photocopy of my passport and told him in English that I was on my way back to my hotel. I asked him why he was detaining the young man. He asked if I knew him and I said no. He then said he was going to arrest the young man because he was talking to a foreigner which was not allowed. He said that for 1000 dirhams he would free the guy if I wanted to pay. I refused and the cop drove away with the young man. I saw the young man the next day on my daily walk and he said he had to pay the cop 300 dirhams and give him a blow job to not be arrested. I would find out from local gays that this kind of scam happens regularly with foreigners. PLACES TO NOT GO: Locals gays noted regular police raids on: Cyber Park (A’rasat Mulay Abdeslam) and the Hammam Es Salam. SUMMATION: I find Arab guys incredibly sexy and have had great times in Morocco. It is true that most want to get the most from you as possible, but we all already know that. Except for the Airbnb experience in Rabat, I felt safe most all the other times. Once the lockdown finishes, I plan to take another tour of the Middle Eastern and African men!!!

PART TWO: Now, nothing much happened during the day at the Jemaa. At night, however, some of the strangest rituals in the Middle East proceeded to happen. To prepare, you need to do the following: Store all your money and ID in your shirt pocket or travel pouch. Get yourself a jacket of some kind that zips up the front so no hands can get to shirt pockets. Then get yourself plenty of 20 dirham notes ($2) and fold then really small so they will separately be recognizable by your hand when placed in your shirt pocket. During the course of the evening you will NOT be able to look at the money, but just reach into your pocket and feel to pull out of the 20 dirham bills. You also need coinage that you will need to donate at various times to the music groups who have a man that comes around seeking donations. I kept the bills in my shirt pocket, the coins for the groups in my right pant pocket, and never took my right hand out except for a brief moment. You will see many music performers or groups that start to perform in the evening. As they perform, crowds will start to form a circle around them. Suddenly you will see old men in the first circle around the performers, and then another second circle will form. GET IN THAT SECOND CIRCLE! You will probably be the only foreigner in the group so you are going to notice that old and young men start to form beside and around you. For most, their goal is to pick-pocket you and take your money. As they start to put their hands into your pockets you need to give them a stern push and look. Be mindful that they usually operate in twos… one will do the touching and when you turn to him, the other is on the other side and goes for your other pockets. These guys will get really, really, really close to you and that is actually the norm. In fact, some of the guys are NOT there for pick-pocketing by only to have you play with their dick. Here is where I had some fun! Inevitably there will be some young guys that will stand next to you… actually, they stand right behind and beside you to your left or right. They will position their crotch to be where your hand is located. Remember, they are not there for the nice music. Give them a glance and then just look around to make sure there are people behind and around you both so that your hand actions cannot be seen. Then, let your hand drift to the young guys crotch to enjoy feeling his dick. It will start to get hard and he may even unzip for you to play with it. This is all done whilst you are still looking at the group performing. The music is not long, so the action will soon stop. At that point, I just reached through my jacket into my shirt pocket to take out a 20 dirham note. While still looking at the group, I then handed it to his hand without anyone knowing. I basically just paid $2 to cop-a-feel of a sexy young Arab guy. We all then walked away as we go to another group. The age range goes from very young to very old. If there is a guy you want to do more with, then turn to leave the group and give him the eye with a smile. As you walk away a short distance, stop and turn. He will usually follow and you can have a conversation. You can go to the nearby Parc Lalla Hasna park or theatre for some privacy to do more. After about one hour of feeling up various guys, I suddenly found young guys all around me for the rest of the evening seeking a little cash. They seemed to have told their friends what I liked and how to get a little extra cash. Over the course of two weeks, I easily enjoyed feeling 15-20 Arab cocks each evening whilst listening to music. THEATRE: Right next to the Jemaa is a movie theatre showing regular movies. It is located on Passage Prince Moulay Rachid next to the Café Glacier Restaurant. That theatre has three levels. One of the boys I enjoyed at the Jemaa told me that if I gave him money for a theatre ticket and we went separately, then we could meet up later in the theatre for some better action. He was 19 and had the biggest dick for a young Moroccan that I had ever touched. We walked to the theatre, he paid his ticket, and then he went for the basement level down some steps. I then arrived five minutes later and did the same. That basement area of the theatre is actually the main floor and easily seats 300 people. The upper two levels are where couples go to make-out and cuddle. As you walk in, you will give the old man your ticket stub. He may try to seat you, and that is ok. If not, go to the far back left section of the theatre. This is where you may actually already find some young guys there ready to offer some sex for money. If you got seated by the old man, then just sit and wait a few minutes. Then as you get up be sure to eye your guy and you both can meet in that back left section. You can usually give your guy a full blow job there, or you can go to the rather dirty bathroom which had some stalls that you can use for fucking. PART THREE FOLLOWS..

PART ONE: PRELIMINARY THOUGHTS: Here is a late update on my travels throughout Morocco. I traveled to Casablanca, Agadir, Fez, Rabat, and Marrakesh. All the cities had plenty of Arab men ready to offer their services in the street and via Grindr. But, the major obstacle mentioned elsewhere is very true… you have to have your own place. I was not able to find any “sex hotel” for short term stays, nor would the regular hotels allow me to bring any “guests” into the hotel even when paying for two people in a room. I was only able to sneak in one man in Fez by meeting him at the entrance to the hotel (big chain hotel) for a supposed “business meeting”, letting the doorman and manager know we were going to the restaurant when they directly asked the man why he was there, and they then watched us actually walk to the restaurant on the second floor! A Moroccan friend told me that anyone seeing an older western man with a younger Arab man immediately knows what is happening. In my “business meeting” I paid for the meal, gave the young man my room number, exited first to the elevator, and then the young man walked separately to my room as if he was staying in the hotel. We then took the elevator back to the 2nd floor restaurant together after our deed and exited from there together to the 1st floor exit as if we had just finished our meal. In the end it was rushed sex and quite good, but it was a bit too risky. In Rabat and Casablanca I decided to try Airbnb. I had been warned to NOT bring guys back to the Airbnb as they would try to blackmail me. Well, I gave it a try in Rabat and did ok. I brought back four guys during my stay there that I had met—three from the streets and one on Grindr. In Casablanca I met one guy at the famous caffe mentioned elsewhere and we walked back to my Airbnb. After the one-hour deed was done, I gave him the agreed upon 150 dirhams ($17) with another 50 dirhams for a tip. He then said he wanted MORE and would not leave until I gave him more. He tried to go through my luggage and such but I pushed him away. He then crawled into the bed and refused to leave. Threatening to call the police would do nothing since everyone knows the police will lock-up both the client and the escort. I relented and gave him another 200 dirhams. I showed him the 200, told him I would give it to him OUTSIDE the apartment, we walked out, and I gave it to him. Later he tried to buzz the doorbell of the apartment for several days after I had moved to another city. The owner texted me and asked if I had any problems and I told her this crazy guy kept asking for money while I was there. He could not admit he had had sex for money, since that in itself would have gotten him arrested. So, no more risking Airbnb I decided. In all cities but Marrakesh, there were just too many people always around to use the parks or side alleys for sex. I kept wondering why these Moroccans never seemed to sleep! I may consider doing other posts on the other cities in Morocco. MARRAKESH: I had a little luck on Grindr, the movie theatre, two parks, and the famous Jemaa el-Fna square. I stayed at a hotel which once again did not allow guests. So, my activity was limited to other places. The main avenue to find guys is “Avenue Mohammed V” (hereafter AMV). I decided to stay at a cheap tourist hotel called “Hôtel La Renaissance Marrakech” on AMV which is located by the traffic circle called “Place Abdel Moumen Ben Ali”. That circle is famous for gays in Marrakesh because of two “coffee bars” that are located on the corners that seem to traffic heavily in gays. They are not gay bars, but they are certainly gay-friendly. Every morning I would rise from bed, get dressed, and have breakfast at one of those two bars. The bars are “Café Grand Atlas” and “Les Negociants”, both of which have outdoor tables. The Atlas seemed to always have single gays or gay couples eating at the outside tables, reading their newspapers, smoking, and watching available boys walk by. You can easily make eye contact with a boy and offer him a chance to have breakfast with you. It is clear that some of the older Arab men find their younger guys here and usually leave with them to go elsewhere. I met a few guys, but neither I nor they had a place to go to. The staff at the bars will allow only decently dressed guys to eat with you, so the lower income guys are not welcome. I then took a long walk east each morning on AMV to get my exercise. Once you pass the McDonald’s on your left and see the KFC on your right, you will be at the intersection of “Jardin 16 Novembre”. It is immediately east after this intersection on AVM that you will start meeting guys in the evening from the Pizza Hut to the circle known as “Place de la Liberte”. There was a famous bar frequented by gays (once a week) at this location called the Diamant Noir Club. The streets in this area are actually quite famous historically for picking up guys, but the guys seem to move locations based upon how often they are harassed by police. I should note that this is the one place in Marrakesh where I actually found passive guys. There are a number of side streets places you can scope out in the light so that you can know where (alley, park, abandoned buildings) to go to with the guys in the evening. I never had a problem with any of the guys I picked-up there. If you then continue east on AMV after the Place de la Liberte, you will find the stretch of road where I had the best luck. It is known as the Art Garden and has a number of benches facing the road and in the garden itself. The garden/park is quite beautiful and has two spots at night where it is dark enough to do a little quick action with a guy. At night I would sit there and watch over 50 guys come by making eye contact. If you are interested, you can ask the guy to go into the garden and talk. I found many guys here for fun and you can do the deed in the dark sections there, or at the nearby dark areas east of the Wall Marrakech Doukkala in the Municipal Palace Garden. Now, if you keep walking east on AMV you will come to a little park on your right that is across from the Le Baratin restaurant and right before the large Koutoubia mosque. This is also quite famous for being the park where you can find guys. I found a number here who were willing to get sucked-off right in that park. It was quite scary given that the park is so open, but you will see this happening quite regularly. You can also take the guy down one of the side alleys to do the deed as well. If you walk across the road you will then be at the street leading to the world famous Jemaa El-Fna. PART TWO FOLLOWS...

SchuwZ, said to be Berlin's oldest and biggest gay dance club has finally declared bankruptcy according to a post on Instagram. It was founded in 1977 and had been suffering financially for some years. Rising rents, declining attendance generally in the Berlin Club scene (especially an ageing core clientele) and the failure of a crowd-funding campaign which raised only €3,000 of a €150,000 target have all done nothing to help lower the monthly deficit of between €30,000-€60,000. Despite all this SchutZ hopes ways might be found for it remain open. The dying nighclub scene in Berlin became more pronounced last year. The gay and lesbian Busche Club which opened in 1988 and catered to a more international crowd finally closed. On New Year's Eve Watergate closed after 22 years. Wild Renate has announced plans to close at the end of this year. A planned motorway extension also poses a further threat to several popular clubs in the area around Ostkreuz railway station. https://www.theguardian.com/world/2025/aug/02/schwuz-berlin-germany-oldest-biggest-gay-nightclub-declares-bankruptcy

Back in around 2004 I met a young gentleman who was working in My Life for Happiness bar in Boystown. My first visit to Thailand had been in 1998, so I had seen and heard a lot, but I still fell in love. Took it slowly, in 2005 I flew him over to stay with me in London for a month, and he seemed to enjoy it. In 2006 I brought him over and we celebrated our Civil Partnership in the Registry Office at Chelsea Town Hall, and my friends threw a party for us. That was in December, and then in August 2007 he told me he was missing Thailand and his family and he was leaving. I paid for his flight back to Thailand, drove him to the airport and waved goodbye, with a broken heart. Me friends threw a bigger party after he left! His parting gift was to tell me he had HIV and I should get tested, and yes that was his gift, though my fault for taking the risk of letting him have unprotected sex. Love makes us do stupid things.

Someone told me this wise word, money you dont spend is not yours yet. How true, but doesnt mean you should spend like there isnt tomorrow. It just means if you die tomorrow those money will go to someone else.