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Day 27 (24 January 2025)
Today I have my FIRST experience getting my tourist visa extended at the main Cebu immigration office, as my initial 30 day tourist granted to me at the airport is set to expire.  Here is what I did:
1.       Watch this short 3 minute YouTube video of a guy who recently extended his tourist visa in Cebu:  
 
2.       Take Grab car (or any other suitable transportation to the GMall (aka Gaisano Malls)) and go to the 2nd floor, and you will see the Bureau of Immigration (BI) office.  This BI office opens at 9am – even though the mall does not open until 10am.  You just tell the security guard that you need to enter the mall to go to immigration and they will let you in.  When you get off of the escalator you will see the BI office off in the distance – ignore the left side of the BI office – as that is the exit side and walk to the extreme right side so that you are in front of the Information Desk.  If you approach the office on the left side, you may encounter some opportunists (fixers), who want to help you for a fee, and will ask you to give them your passport.  I strongly suggest that you don’t do this.
3.       The Information Desk will give you an Extension of Temporary Visitor’s Visa form for you to complete over at one of the sit down areas that are nearby in the mall.  You will need your own pen.

If you want to see the form in advance, here is a direct link to the BI web page – valid as of 28-Jan-2025:  https://immigration.gov.ph/wp-content/uploads/2024/08/IRD04.QF_.004-CGAF-FOR-EXTENSION-OF-STAY-OF-TEMPORARY-VISITORS-VISA-1.pdf
Note that on the application form in the Contact Information section it asked for a Mobile Number in the Philippines, which I did not have, as I bought the Airalo eSIM, which is a data only plan without a phone number.  So, I left this part of the form blank and the immigration people did not make a fuss or even ask any questions.
Note that the form will also ask you if you desire “Express” service – click this check box if you want your updated tourist visa within a couple of hours instead of some days later.
1.       Return to the Information Counter and show the BI person your completed form and passport.  He will stamp the extension form if all is good and tell you to go to the Assessment Counter where they calculate how much you need to pay and they will also take your passport and extension form from you and put it into their work queue.
2.       With the receipt given to you by the Assessment Counter you then need to proceed to the Cashier window to pay the fees – see below for fee calculations.
3.       You now wait for your name to be called so that you can then go to the Releasing window to pickup your passport and sign a register book that you are claiming your passport.
Note that you will not receive an additional stamp in your passport but instead an important piece of paper, “Official Receipt”, which now has printed:  VISA VALID UNTIL :  XX XXX XXXX    KEEP this document in your passport in the same page as the tourist visa stamp that you received at the airport.  Note that this first extension only gives you an additional 29 days, whereas, the original entry tourist visa that you obtained at the airport gave you 30 days.
I performed all of the above steps and I was in and out of immigration in just 1 hour and 20 minutes – not bad for someone doing it all by themselves.  Back in Jomtien, this would be a nightmare and that is why I always use an agent in Thailand to streamline as much as is possible when I need to deal with Thai immigration.

So, I left the BI office as a happy camper.
Ate lunch again at the Ayala mall and then returned to my room.  Now I was feeling horny so I hired a sexy macho straight guy for a 2 hands massage.  I should have known that trouble was brewing when he would not remove his underwear.  His massage was excellent as well as his edging skills.  I was very happy.  But, he became angry when it came time to pay him, as we agreed to the standard 3.000 pesos and I showed him in the app our chat transcript.  He became even more angry and insisted that I pay him 7.000 pesos because I touched his nipples during the massage.  He raised his voice and then I raised my voice and I showed him my pants pockets which only had another 1,200 pesos in random banknotes that he begrudgingly accepted as I showed him the door.  No violence occurred – as I felt that it was definitely heading that way – but the good news is that they cannot enter the condo complex without giving up their National ID card – so I would have ran downstairs to security should the situation have escalated further.  What is weird is that during the massage this guy was chatting and laughing non stop and it felt like the beginnings of a new friendship.  I would have definitely rehired him as he was near excellent in his massage and edging skills.  So, I just don’t understand this Dr. Jeckell and Mr. Hyde bad transformative behavior. 
Any ideas ?
This is day 26 and only my 2nd bad encounter out of around 13 encounters to date.
 
Day 27 (24 January 2025) concluded.
 

Day 24 (21 January 2025)
Eat breakfast in my room (7-Eleven stuff), as I need to meet Mr. B at 9am in the lobby.
We hire a Grab car to take us to the famous, Buwakan Ni Alejandra gardens, which are far up into the mountains above Cebu into the next district = Balamban, which is a 1 hour drive away.  Mr. B negotiates a fixed price of 5,000 pesos (~ $86  USD), for the driver to accommodate our touring needs and to turn off the Grab meter.
https://www.facebook.com/BuwakanNiAlejandra/
After 1 hour, we arrive here and at first it looks like a rip-off, as there is only a small narrow passageway just to the right of my position in the below photo – but that narrow walkway opens up into an amazing spectacle – even with rainbow walkways.  The entrance fee is: 100 pesos (~ $1.71 USD)

Instead of a yellow brick road there is a rainbow path to lead you through these lovely gardens.

The air is so fresh and fragrant from the odors of all of the many beautiful plants.

We took way too many wonderful photos that I should not crowd our gayguides blog space with – but if you want to see a random FB video of this place, please check it out below  – 3 minutes of joy.
https://www.facebook.com/cebunibaiph/videos/buwakan-ni-alejandra-in-balamban-cebu-buwakan-ni-alejandra-is-one-of-the-beautif/1926549487776494/
We continue our journey down the mountain side back towards Cebu stopping off at the famous La Parisienne Sky.   https://www.facebook.com/laparisiennesky/
 
By now we were famished, and so, we had to have a wonderful late lunch.  Upon walking into the restaurant, Mr. B gets excited and tells me emphatically, please take my picture with this Filipina lady that was standing in the foyer.  I gladly do it and there is somewhat of a commotion.  When we get to our table overlooking Cebu city down below, Mr. B tells me that the lady is a famous personality in the region that he comes from so I was very happy for him to have had this “rubbing elbows” opportunity with a local star.
Back of the restaurant approaching from the parking lot.

The view from our outside lunch table was amazing and breathtaking.  I prepared the below zoomed in 2 photos to give you a panorama view of Cebu City, nearby Mactan island, and off in the distance Olango island.  To appreciate the below 2 photos you may need to ZOOM in with your browser.

Here is the view from our outside lunch table.

Our meals were excellent and we were lucky to have a fortunately nice weather day.
**Note that there is a 200 peso fee per person to enter the La Parisienne Sky restaurant.  However, as this fee charge is labeled as "consumable", it can be deducted from any food, beverages, souvenir shopping, etc. that you may consume during your visit.  At first I did not like this concept, but its purpose is to avoid that this beautiful place is not over-run by large bus tour groups passing through for only 10 minutes to get a selfie and ruining your dining experience.  This "consumable" concept, perhaps only unique to the Philippines, will come up later in this trip report.
 
Our Grab driver takes us back to my condo in IT Park, and that ends my great morning and afternoon adventure with Mr. B.
Took a little rest and after all of that delightful garden fresh mountain air – my little brother woke up and said to me give me some edging action.  So, I found Mr. Dak on Grindr and invited him to my room for my standard 90 minute massage + edging fun.  I paid my now Cebu standard fee of 3.000 pesos (~ $51 USD).   All was good as Mr. Dak is a masculine type of guy with a nice cut cock who had great massage skills.
Went to sleep feeling very satisfied from a great day in Cebu.
 
Day 24 (21 January 2025) concluded.
 

Day 23 (20 January 2025)
Woke up and ordered a Grab car to go back to CBP to the Ayala mall to:
Eat my usual scrumptious breakfast at the , Find a solution to block the sun from entering into my new condo room as the current curtains do jack shit to block the sun from entering at 6am.  I am hyper-sensitive to sunlight, so I need it to be dark.
Here in IT Park, there is a mini Ayala mall, but it is too small for the number of people who exist in IT Park and is more crowded than I like. As I needed access to a BIG department store (i.e., Metro) I needed to return to CBP.
After breakfast, I headed to the home furnishings section (floor 6) in Metro and I started to browse for the lowest priced DARK sheets.  A sales clerk comes to help me and I tell her that I need sheets to block the sunlight for my AirBnB condo – she looks perplexed, as she insists that I instead need to buy curtains.  I try to make her understand that I am an AirBnB guest and that I don’t own the condo so I need a cheap and easy solution.  So, she wanders off, as I have noticed that the store personnel here can’t deal with non-standard solutions.  Anyway, I find some cheap dark grey (black would have been perfect but there were none to be had) and I buy them.  After setting up the grey flat bedding sheet to the window curtain rod I can see that it is still not strong enough to block the sunlight, so I add the fitted sheet, but I need to attach it to the table legs and my suitcase to make the elastic stay at the floor level to be effective.  I can report that the following morning that I did not wake up at 6 am.  Hallelujah!!

Later in the night, I meet up with Mr. B so that we can go to the famous Sugbo Mercado food market that is famous here in IT Park.  As it is Monday, Sugbo Mercado is unfortunately closed.  Monday's are a strange day in Cebu - pools are all closed for maintenance and cleaning and also the biggest food market in all of Cebu is closed on Monday.  Please tell me why?  What is special about Monday?  What do pools and food markets have in common regarding Mondays ??

Instead, we walk around the IT Park grounds and then decide to eat in the 4th floor Ayala mall Food Choices food court.

Food was good, as was my time with the adorable Mr. B.  We planned a nice adventure for tomorrow.  Stay tuned.
No massages or extra-curricular activities today.
 
Day 23 (20 January 2025) concluded.
 

Day 22 (19 January 2025) – the BIG day = SINULOG parade

https://www.facebook.com/SinulogFoundationOfficial/
Finally, the big day has arrived.  I meet Mr. Lan in the lobby of my building at 8am sharp.
We easily get a Grab car (I expected worse – but in this case the early bird gets the worm) and then the driver and Mr. Lan get into an intense conversation in Cebuano about where is the best drop off point – as the city government has blocked off access by 1km to the roads around the parade route.  The negotiated drop off point was near the Cebu Doctors’ University Hospital, where we can easily walk the rest of the way to the Fuente Osmeña Circle.  We plant ourselves there and it is about 8:45am and we see them preparing the parade for its supposed commencement at 9am.   Hahahahaha.  It was partly cloudy so it was tolerable.

20250119_084537.mp4 Finally, around 10:30am, the parade starts to move – but ever so slowly.  I ask Mr. Lan – what is going on?  Is this normal?  He laughs and says to me, “Welome to Filippino time!!” and he has a BIG grin on his face and the many people near us who heard me ask him that question all smiled at me.  Unfortunately, by now the cloud cover moved away and by 11:30am the full sun is blasting us and there was no cover where we were.  So, Mr. Lan says to me, when the police were looking the other way, to slide myself underneath the rope barrier (that separates the spectators from the parade participants) and we take that opportunity to take some precious parade photos as we are right next to them and they are also dying in the intense heat with a snails pace parade movement.  We eventually work our way into the physical Fuente circle – where there is tree cover and remain there until around 2:30pm, when I just told Mr. Lan – ok, I have seen enough – let us go eat and drink some cooling refreshments.
Here are some photos:
 

This angel had to have his wings repaired
 
 
close up shots of me in my new SINULOG parade shirt - when we snuck through the police cordon
So getting to the parade route was easy peasy, as there were not that many people.  However, around 2:30pm, when we decided to leave via Fuente Circle into where Mango Avenue begins – it was near impossible – as it was so people packed like sardines – that process was very nerve racking (because if something would have caused a stampede – it would be extremely difficult to remain on 2 feet to avoid being stepped on and crushed).  We made it out to the Mango Avenue shopping center, where I asked Mr. Lan, for purposes of this forum, for us to stop at the supposed site of the new Alpha Massage spa.  We asked everywhere and no such spa existed in this place even though it was advertised as such in a Twitter (X) feed about gay massage spas in Cebu.  So, that was a disappointment.  Anyway, we find a shortcut out of the chaos on a side street and we could finally sit down and eat some Hungarian sausages and drink some cool and refreshing just made Brazilian lemonade.  As I lived in Budapest for 8 years I asked the owner, are these really Hungarian sausages?  She blushed, and told me that no one from Hungary had visited her shop, and she told me that it is fake.  She said that in the Philippines that it is common practice to put an exotic foreign name on something and then the local people want it even more.  Anyway, I ate them and they were good but tasted more like the local lechon pork meat commonly found here in Cebu.  So, it made me wonder if the Brazilian lemonade that I was drinking (which was very good) was really Brazilian – but I was already way too tired from standing at the parade for 6 hours now to care to ask.

Enjoying a relaxing moment eating and drinking with sexy Mr. Lan
If I had to do the SINULOG parade again what would I change?
Don't wake up so early to get a good place to watch the parade - because you will be disappointed with having to wait for more than 2.5 hours for the parade to even begin and to then only move 100 feet. Perhaps come later around 2pm - and instead of going to the starting point go to the ending point. Why? Then you can have more energy for the after-parade craziness when: the people start dancing and partying, they run around and start painting each other's faces - kind of like what they do back in Thailand during Songkran, more of the gays are out and about on Mango street having fun. Around 4pm I was already back in my condo room exhausted.  There were scheduled fireworks at 7pm back at the parade site, and at 9pm over in nearby CBP - Cebu Business Park.  So, I took a nap, thinking that I would wake up by 8pm to run over to CBP to watch the fireworks.  Well, my 63 year old body just said no and I woke up at 9pm when I heard the firework explosions outside of my condo window - but because I am facing northeast and not south - I could not see them.
 
Day 22 (19 January 2025) concluded.

Day 21 (18 January 2025)
 
Big move day so I go to breakfast early for the transition from CBP – Cebu Business Park to the Cebu IT Park neighborhood.  I ventured over to the nearby Spence Cafe & Kitchen.    https://www.facebook.com/SpenceCebu
I see that it opens at 7:00am and the Ayala mall does not open until 10am and my checkout is at 11am – so eating here is a perfect solution.  I ordered a typical Filipino breakfast plate, with homemade corned beef, fried bananas with eggs and danggit (local rabbitfish). The fried bananas were yummy.

Check out is 11am from the Cityscape Grand Tower AirBnB and check-in is at 2pm at the Avida Riala Tower.  I am in contact with the Avida Riala owner to see if I can get an earlier check-in and she suggests that I just come right away and leave my luggage with the security team and go have lunch in IT Park.
So, I take her advice and go out to the lobby at 11am and I ask the security team to fetch me a taxi as there is total chaos outside in the city streets – as we are in day 1 of the SINULOG festival, which has already commenced, and via the Grab app it is useless to get a taxi.  After 40 minutes, the security guys are able to commandeer a taxi for me (I tipped them very well, as they have always been kind and helpful to me even though I caught a few smirks when I had some guests come to keep me company in my room) and off we go to IT Park.  We arrive around 1:15pm, as the traffic was very intense for this short journey, as the distance is only 2km.

Just as I was getting out of my taxi, the owner of the IT Park AirBnB texts me via the AirBnB app that my room is already ready and that I can go straight up.  But I first need to register myself with the security team with my passport and to compile the standard security check in form.
I am overjoyed, as I find a true desk and desk chair and I see that I can hookup my laptop directly to the TV to use it as a giant monitor so that I can finally start this trip report for our forum.  Unfortunately, there is no balcony, as I have found it very difficult within the Cebu city limits to find AirBnB and/or Booking.com condos with balconies.

Below is a nice pic from the window of the view of the city facing northeast bound with Mactan island at the extreme top where you can see where Mactan island ends at its northern most terminus point.

Meanwhile, Mr. Lan from Heesay, texts me to say that we should meet today in my new condo to discuss him being my tour guide for SINULOG.  This was a BIG surprise, as I had put the idea out to him some days prior but he was non-committal.  So, he came to my room so that we could:
Discuss tomorrow’s SINULOG parade logistics, strategy, and viewing, Get reacquainted in my bed, as he saw that I was already tense from the packing and then unpacking and move to the new condo. He is an amazing man and very sexy.  All went well --> until the “fork-it” moment!!
Mr. Lan takes a shower and he urgently calls me into the bathroom to show me that the shower stopped working properly.  Mr. Lan being Mr. Macho is now laying on the floor naked so that he can put his eyes underneath the water spigot nozzle to see why it won’t stay in the upright position – which then allows the water to go upwards into the on-the-wall water heater and then out through the shower nozzle.  After 30 minutes of no success, we decided to “fork-it”, shove a kitchen fork into the device to force it to stay in the upright position.

Now the shower works properly at the expense of not being able to have water from the spigot – which I do not desire anyway.  I cannot yet notify the landlord, because tomorrow is the BIG SINULOG parade day – so this will be something to resolve = post SINULOG.
Mr. Lan leaves and I go for a nice walk in the IT Park complex and eat dinner.
 
Day 21 (18 January 2025) concluded.
 

Day 20 (17 January 2025)
It’s the little things in life that give you the most pleasure.  I complained earlier that those 3 diatabs pills were giving me constipation and today was a Hallelujah!! moment when my systems returned to normal operations when sitting on the bathroom throne.
To celebrate, I return to one of my favorite breakfast places, SBC  to eat my corned beef hash browns breakfast skillet.  Today is my first coffee in many days and notice that there is NO “service water” on the table – only bottled water.

After breakfast, I walk around the CBP Ayala mall and it is in total SINULOG mode – music playing everywhere and marching bands performing throughout the mall as the festivities will commence tomorrow.
   
After looking at the House of Lechon photos that the waiter took of me with Mr. B, I realize that I do not look so good.  Perhaps, I was still experiencing the lingering effects of the bad water that I drank.  So, today I decide to get my hairs trimmed but I do not return to Mr. Edward Scissorhands, as I do not want any thing sophisticated and so expensive.  So, I visit the Salon de Rose - the part dedicated to barbershop.  It is a very big and busy shop.  I had to wait about 15 minutes for my turn.

I was very happy with the results and even my Thai boyfriend complemented me - as he noticed that prior to today that I was not looking good.
Return to my room and I visit the AirBnB site to book my 3rd condo accommodation over on Mactan island in the Newtown Beach area - as I hope that this area will simulate a mini Jomtien retirement location.  That move will occur on 29 January after my time here in IT Park will conclude.
I intentionally refrain from any massages or extra-curricular activities today because tomorrow, I will need to move from my CPB (Cebu Business Park) Cityscape Tower condo to my Cebu IT Park condo.
Day 20 (17 January 2025) concluded.
 

Day 16 (13 January 2025)
After much research in Google for Co-Working Digital Nomad spaces in Cebu, I decided on The Company over in IT Park.  Since later this week, I will need to vacate my current AirBnB condo in CBP (Cebu Business Park), and my new AirBnB condo is in IT Park this was a perfect excuse to get a sneak preview of IT Park.
I took a Grab car over to IT Park – only like 15 minutes away and immediately you get the sense of entering into a huge business park and with the names on many of the mini skyscrapers, you see common names, like; BSA Solutions, Concentrix, Conduent, JP Morgan Chase, etcetra.  The Company is located in the super secure Mabuhay Tower.  The security team registers my passport, phone, looks at my backpack with my laptop and then gives me a guest pass that is ONLY valid for the 6th floor where The Company is located.

The 2 reception guys help me to print my Skrill fraud documents – as they need to be signed by me and then rescanned.  I also need to print and sign the results of the virus scan from my laptop (none were found after running for 6 hours).  I sign all of the documents and then they scan them and email them back to me.  A very efficient process.
Drum roll please à how much did all of this cost?   A measly 38 pesos ( ~ $0.65 USD). The Grab taxi was way more at 216 pesos ( ~ $3.71 USD).
If you ever need to use a very well run Digital Nomad Co-Working space, check out their web site at:  https://thecompany.ph/
I eat lunch in IT Park as I am super happy with the completion of this task.  I go back to my room to prepare the email  that I send to the Skrill fraud team.  Fingers crossed for a good outcome.
I enter into the apps and I find Mr. CJ who comes to my room for a 2 hands massage.  All was good but I was feeling a little off with something wrong in my intestines.  Happy endings are made and after he left I went to sleep for what would become a nightmare.  I could only sleep for like 30 minutes at a time and then I would need to wake up for what felt like a nausea attack so I would worship the toilet but then nothing would happen.  This process was repeated all night.   I brought some charcoal pills that I had bought back in Thailand at 7-Eleven but they did absolutely nothing to resolve my problem.
 
Day 16 (13 January 2025) concluded.
 
Day 17 (14 January 2025)
Woke up feeling miserable and not sure what I should do to resolve my problem.  I chat via WhatsApp with Mr. B, and he suggests that I venture out to either a pharmacy or one of the 3 hospitals that most foreigners go to here in Cebu.  I tell him that I cannot because I now find myself on the toilet every 90 minutes and my worse fear is to have a toilet attack while in a taxi or hospital waiting room.
Mr. B (now a Saint), tells me that when he finishes his work shift that he will go to the pharmacy for me and get me this miracle pill called:  Diatabs

I meet Mr. B in my condo lobby and he gives me a big supply of Diatabs pills.  He won’t let me pay him for the pills or his time and effort.  He has truly become a great friend.
I take 2 pills and my need to go to the toilet every 90 minutes immediately stops.  Halellujah.
I use the rest of the evening to eat lightly in my room and catch up with some friends back in Europe.
Day 17 (14 January 2025) concluded.
 
Day 18 (15 January 2025).
Wake up feeling much better and I take 1 more Diatabs pill.
I decide to venture by myself over to the downtown parade route via Grab.  I walk to Osmenia street and I buy myself 2 parade shirts and 2 Cebu shirts (1 for myself and 1 for my Thai boyfriend).
I also buy a small over-the-shoulder bag where I can put my valuables in that I can use during the parade to try to mitigate any of the pick pocketers that might be amongst the to-be 4 million visitors.
My diarrhea situation seems to improve but now I have the opposite problem of constipation so I continue to eat lightly.
No massages or extra-curricular activities today.
Day 18 (15 January 2025) concluded.
 
Day 19 (16 January 2025).
I reflected on why I might have caught this diarrhea bug and I realize that at some of the restaurants that they often ask me if I want “service water”.  I almost always said yes.  I ask Mr. B what is “service water”, as I never heard this terminology before and he tells me that it is water directly from the tap.
Now I felt like a retard.  I have travelled to so many countries in my life and I should have known better.  The thing is that when everyone around you can speak English and after being in the malls day after day with stores and restaurants like we have back in the USA and Europe – you let your guard down.
So, a warning to all of you forum readers, always refuse “service water”, as it is just tap water.
I decide to go to the mall for a light late breakfast and I decided to not drink any coffee and to only drink bottled water. 
After breakfast, I decided to go to the Rustan’s   department store, which is the Philippine’s answer to Central back in Thailand, where they divide the store into upper end small boutiques that sell designer fashion brands.  I decide to treat myself to 2 polo shirt brands that we do not have back in Thailand; Austin Martin and Hackers = very nice quality polo shirts.
I want to treat Mr. B to dinner for taking care of me and we decide to go to the famous, House of Lechon (this is now my 3rd attempt to eat there).

https://www.facebook.com/HouseOfLechonCebu/
Like in Thailand, where you see the fish you are about to eat, here in the Philippines, you get to see the pig that is to be carved up and served to you:

 
Our scrumptious lechon meal:


 
And yummy typical Filippino desserts – 1st one is Puto Bumbong, and the 2nd one is Halo Halo:



This was a wonderful dinner and I was very happy to finally be able to eat in the ever famous House of Lechon and share that moment with Mr. B (who also had never eaten there).
No massages or extra-curricular activities today.
 
Day 19 (16 January 2025) concluded.
 
 

Day 12 (9 January 2025).
Eat breakfast at the Ayala mall.
A guy that I have been chatting with on the previous day, we agree to meet at my room today for a 2 hands massage.  Let’s refer to him as Mr. Diver – as he loves scuba diving.
Massage was good but this guy was kind of annoying as he kept telling me that it was his dream to go to the USA and he just had to have USA cock.  He was quite disappointed with me when I told him that I abandoned the USA back in 1999 due to gun violence.  So, it was hard to reach orgasm when someone is talking about your cock and his dream to go to the USA.  Eventually it happened but I was happy when he left my room.
Showered and then went back to the mall for a late lunch.  I was debating whether I should get the Armani watch repaired that my ex-Thai boyfriend gave me early last year.  It stopped working on New Year’s day, after I had said the magical words, “I love you” to my PMB.  I took that as a signal to let that watch remain in its dead state – which was also the state of my dead love for my ex.
Day 12 (9 January 2025) concluded.
 
Day 13 (10 January 2025).
Shampoo and body wash are getting low so over to the mall to acquire new ones.  I notice the new SINULOG exhibition of Santo Nino in the middle of the mall. Each day, as we get closer and closer to the SINULOG event, the city reveals more and more reminders that the big day is approaching.

 
Mr. B invites me to join him to experience the unique and fun Cave Bar in Cebu.

Watch any of the below videos to get a feel for the vibe that exists in this energetic bar.
https://x.com/i/status/1861297598898020418
https://x.com/i/status/1857549687416566034
https://x.com/i/status/1855842058109432296
The bar is run by drag queens and their fans and they do a pretty good job at entertaining you.  You can also eat lite food and drink to your heart’s content.  There is no cover charge.  You only pay for drinks and occasionally the lady boys pass by with a tip box but you can also give them tips as they walk by.  I did not dare to perform the “Vinapu tuck” on any of them – as I did not want to get bitch slapped.

Firstly, the primary drag queen, she goes walking around the audience with her microphone and gives you a chance to introduce yourself by responding to her funny questions.  For example, when it was my turn, she asked me, where are you visiting from?  I replied, Thailand – and then she started talking to me very quickly in Thai – I was like oh shit now what do I do?  She finished her lecture (I think that it was a question in Thai) and she was waiting for me to respond and I couldn’t and she laughed and said, honey, you got some work to do on your Thai.  Everyone laughed in the bar and then she moves onto her next guest.  This is truly an ice breaker and later on it gives something to other people in the bar to talk to about later in the evening.  I really liked this unique approach.

The show skits were like the ones displayed in the above videos (note that these videos are condensed snippets of the various skits) and there were 3 rounds of them, with like 30 minutes in-between them, where the DJ plays music and even takes requests – so even more fun.  Music was not too loud and it was easy to converse with the other bar patrons.
I highly recommend this place when visiting Cebu if you want a fun night out in a very friendly environment.
Below is a Google map of the Cave Bar location:

For more information, visit:  
https://www.facebook.com/CaveCebuBar
https://x.com/CAVECEBUBAR
 
Day 13 (10 January 2025) concluded.

Thank you, I just went down that rabbit hole, most of the tweets I see are people mentioning they just went there or are planning to go there, but I couldn't find anyone talking about the action that happens in there.
However, many of the guys who mention "going to the spa" look like they are actually heavily associated with it (the spa reposts their tweet, and they mention it on a number of occasions), so I am assuming they are actually the masseurs promoting the spa they work at. One good thing about that is that you get to see the masseurs' pictures that way, and most of them are hot.
I will try the Pampanga one when I am there in November and report.
 
If I was in Manilla I would have so many better options such as the links below, unfortunately I have to spend most of my time in Angeles City.
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No need to apologize!
i enjoyed finding the masseurs pictures.
It seems pretty clear that something must be possible, otherwise, why would it be all male masseurs and all male clients only.
i hope some of the guys go all the way, i will report in November. 

My fault @Tartegogo, I should have been more explicit.  I had asked many of the guys who massaged me in Cebu if getting an orgasm was possible in any of the local massage places.  Often they cited the @infinity_spa_ph chain as the place to get some action.
When I replied with my Twitter (X) query suggestion - I did not state the above. - sorry about the confusion.
Below is one quite explicit review in Twitter from a user (customer) of a specific type of massage that he had at one of the @infinity_spa_ph affiliates.

to accelerate your success - click on the  button of the person that you like and then after they accept your follow request you can then enter into their profile and look at their Following list  to find like minded people - this will truly accelerate your results.
 
Birds of the same feather often flock together......

Try the below query in Twitter (X) using the hashtags:
#altmanila
#forhire

This is how I found many guys when I was in Cebu during January / February of this year - but instead of the hashtag = #altmanila - I used #altcebu
good luck

So, to wrap up, and do a little bit of comparison with Thailand, where I am now. The conflict between Cambodia and Thailand had started while this trip was going on, and land borders had closed, but the escalation hadn’t happened yet. The family knew that I was comparing the two countries as possible retirement destinations, and would point out good qualities of Cambodia, but never had anything bad to say about Thailand. After the escalation family members have reached out through Nat to inquire about my well being after various events. Being as I have only been in Bangkok and Pattaya I was never in any danger. Ironically my home in California was under a tsunami warning after the Russian quake, but they were concerned that I was too close to the ocean in Pattaya. 
 
I find that the level of general English speaking seems much higher in Cambodia than I am finding in Thailand. I would expect the opposite with the much higher level of tourism in Thailand.
I really kind of fell in love with Phnom Penh, and quickly learned how to navigate it, Siem Reap not so much. Never could figure out where I was. 
 
I receive around the same level of interest on the apps in both countries, but other than the one massage encounter that I had in Phnom Penh, I haven’t used the apps to hook up in either country. One of my concerns about Cambodia is the much smaller gay community there. I worry about finding people to connect with outside of sex. But I guess that’s a concern no matter where one relocates to. 
 
Thanks again for taking this ride with me. I have enjoyed being able to put my thoughts down as I navigate this new chapter of my life. 

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.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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.

I was picked up around 10 am for the trip to Siem Reap. It’s just Nat, me and his friend Tate driving up in (3 guesses) Tate’s Ford Ranger. In every conversation about Siem Reap with the family Nat has whispered about two places he’s taking me, and the first one comes up about two hours into the drive. I’m told we’re stopping at a rest area and we pull into a food court with a giant statue of a tarantula in front of it. Various vendors approach with their trays of large fried tarantulas. Nat has been stopping at this place since he was a kid and had no qualms about buying a bag of them and munching away. I passed, as did Tate. I did buy a nice bag of dried jackfruit, which was delicious. 
We get into Siem Reap around 5pm and head to older sister’s house, where we are staying. It’s another big,nice place, in much better condition than the one in Phnom Penh. Nat had told me that his sister had a transgender caretaker for her home and I met him and spent the entire 3 days there trying to figure out if the person is female to male or vice versa. I finally asked Nat after we left and he said female to male. He had a large pacific islander build and didn’t speak English so I couldn’t figure it out on my own. Just seemed like a big lesbian to me the entire time. He accompanied us with all the running around we did over the three days. 
First night we went out to dinner and drinks on pub street. It’s a weeknight and not very busy, but we have a good time. Not very busy will be a theme for the entire time in Siem Reap. The conflict with Thailand had started at this point but hadn’t reached the shooting stage yet, so I think it was just low season numbers. We wrap up the night early because I wanted to go to anker wat at sunrise.
 
Anker Wat at sunrise was worth the trouble, even on a cloudy morning. We hired one of the guides to go with us and it’s definitely worth the $17 dollars he wanted. He not only taught us all the history but also knew all the best photo stops and happily took pictures of us the entire time. We get done around noon and start driving around the area seeing other temples, but unbeknownst to me we are drifting toward the new airport. 
 
Also unbeknownst to me Nat was an air traffic controller for 8 years in Siem Reap before he moved to America, and had arranged for me to have a behind the scenes tour of the new airport, including the control tower where all his friends still work. The tower tour was really cool. They no longer look like a 70’s airport disaster movie, it’s just a big semicircle desk with large computer monitors. Fun fact, Cambodians don’t just remove their shoes when entering houses, they also remove them when entering offices and airport control towers. We then get a tour of the airport, but it gets cut short because apparently we’re pissing off the Chinese who run it. No one in Cambodia has anything nice to say about the Chinese. We head back to the house to get the place ready because Nat has invited all his former colleagues over for dinner and drinks tonight. I last until about 10pm, then go to bed with the party still going strong.

Yes, they are taking over but they are so excited about showing off their country that it’s hard to tell them no. I eventually just said I had a flight booked to Thailand so they had a hard date I would be departing. 
As far as their perspective goes because of their wealth, they are so grateful for what they have that it never got uncomfortable or weird. There was no “crazy rich asian” attitude going on with any of the family members I met. I asked Nat about his tipping, which seemed much higher and more frequent than I’d seen him do in California, and his reply was that Mommy and Daddy taught them that they should help everyone they can. But I agree that they certainly have way more than 90% of the people I saw. 

no wonder  as this is princely sum fort massage in Cambodia. I had guy asking me 100$ for overnight and it was followed by quite a litany of apologies why he is so greedy.
You must have fun seeing Cambodia  from inside of family life but indeed you were kidnapped and while pleasant  for sure,  your vacation seems like being overtaken by their agenda.  
Your hosts are obviously well off so what you see  is far removed from reality of still very poor country Cambodia is.  Hope you managed to release your leash and do some sightseeing  not to mention visit at least Space Hair or Toolbox bars. Watch your waistline with all that food they make you consume

The next morning I’m picked up by Nat, Driver, Mommy and Daddy and we have breakfast again at Mommy’s noodle shop. Then we head out because today mommy is honoring her ancestors at the family pagoda, a couple of hours outside of Phnom Penh. We get to the village temple grounds, brothers #1@#2 with their families have already arrived and the family pagoda has been opened up and made ready by the village elders. Everyone kneels on mats while a couple of teenage monks lead chanting for about half an hour. Then the monks are given many gifts and much cash by each of the brothers and Nat. The villagers are each given a box lunch and a $20. I’m told it’s a way of supporting the villagers who can't work because they are too old or handicapped, and the village children. It had to have cost several thousand dollars. 
My idea is to finally make it out to some of the gay bars tonight, because the plan is to head to Siem Reap the next day. We decide to have a late lunch at brother #1 house and around 4pm I ask Nat to take me back to the hotel. Back at the hotel Nat tells me he’ll pick me up at 7pm and I ask why and he says we’re all going out to dinner. This is the first I’m hearing of this and tell Nat to make my apologies, as I have other plans. He gets a sad look on his face and says that I have to come, it’s his birthday and brother #1 has arranged for us to have a fancy dinner at a restaurant that a friend of his owns, and they are all counting on me being there. So much for bar hopping tonight. 
They pick me up and we go to a restaurant that seems to consist of only large private rooms. In our room there’s a huge round table with lazy susan, a private restroom and a Karaoke machine. They order tons of food and beer and we dig in. Fortunately no one seems interested in Karaoke tonight.
It’s a great meal and by the end I’m nicely lit. Brother #1 wants the guys to go out drinking more but I get them to take me back to the hotel, where I pass out.

Apologies everyone, my soon to be ex manager at work is being his asshole self and interrupting my vacation with nonsense. However I have brought my IPad to the beach and let’s see if I can finish this tale while the square jawed handsome Mr Noo gives me a foot massage. 
 
Nat runs me over to the new hotel and checks in with me so I can get 2 keys. It’s around noon and I ask Nat how guest friendly he thinks the hotel would be, the front desk is right in front of the elevator. He just walks up to the female desk clerk and has a conversation in Khmer that includes lots of laughter and joking and then tells me that I can bring anyone I want as long as they don’t look like a street person. The girl just smiles and nods at me with a grin on her face. Ok then..
With nothing on the agenda until dinner time I message Mr. Nate, who had been advertising his massage skills to me on hornet since I had arrived in Phnom Penh. I’m not really attracted to the slender boyish twink types and Mr. Nate was the only massage boy who had a larger framed, more developed physique. He came at 14:00 and I had a very happy 90 minutes with him. I gave him $50 and he seemed very happy. 
 
Dinner is a BBQ at brother #2 house. Brother #2 and his wife are both air traffic controllers, speak good English and have a newer modern 3 story house in a gated neighborhood by the current airport, which is about to close and relocate. They have replaced the roof of their home with a wonderful covered rooftop deck and kitchen, complete with running water and a bathroom. Their teenage boys get a workout hauling all the food and drinks up the stairs. Even Daddy, who can barely walk but refuses to be left out of anything, climbs to the top and we all have a nice time with the extended family and neighbors. The party breaks up around midnight (which they seem to feel is very early) because we have to get up early for an excursion tomorrow. 

 
 

So, apologies in advance for the lack of sexy bits in this trip report. It’s more about my encounters with an upwardly mobile Cambodian extended family, and their incredible kindness towards me on my trip. ( I do finally get to visit SpaceHair at the end)
 
So some background, I’m 60, been following the various thai forums off and on for 20 years and always dreamed about moving to thailand, but life got in the way, and this is my first trip to Asia. I live and work in an extremely multicultural area of Southern California and one of  my colleagues is Nat, 43, straight guy from Cambodia who has become a good friend. Nat moved to the USA about 8 years ago, and subsequently brought his parents over and recently his 10 year old daughter. 
 
I am in the process of retiring from my job and and I have a few months of sick leave to burn so I start planning a month long trip to thailand to explore if I might want to retire here. Nat tells me he’s going to be in Cambodia at the same time taking his parents back to live with other siblings, and so his daughter can spend summer vacation with her mom. “Why don’t you come over and I’ll show you some of Cambodia while you’re in the area.” Sounds like a good idea, when am I going to get a local friend to show me around?
My ticket to Bangkok is already purchased and is for four days ahead of Nat so I book myself two days at The Banyan Tree and then two days in Phnom Penh at the Harmony House. I spent my days in Bangkok walking around Lumpini park and Silom, and basically falling into a coma at 4pm. 
 
Go back to the airport to fly to Phnom Penh, Sky Anker line is a mile long but I’m early so it’s ok. Finally get to the front of the line “sorry, you can’t board, you don’t have a departure ticket. Ok, no problem, sell me a return ticket for a week from now. Sorry, no can, you have to do it on your phone and get in line again.” I kind of knew that an outbound ticket was required but I’d forgotten it so I practice my zen and then go back to the end of the line and start trying to buy a ticket on my phone. By the time I get back to the front of the line I have the ticket bought but the transaction won’t finalize. I show the counter agent the spinning hourglass on their website and she just sighs. “How much cash do you have on you?” Apparently if I can prove that I won’t be a burden to Cambodia she wont get in trouble for letting me on the plane. The $400 I had in USD and Baht caused her to sigh again, “Keep trying to buy ticket and show me at the gate.” She checks my luggage in and gives me a boarding pass. I get to the gate, ticket still isn’t ready so I cancel it and go on expedia and buy a refundable ticket that I can cancel after I get through immigration in Phnom Penh. Visa on arrival quick and easy, Cambodia also makes you preregister ahead of time like Thailand. No one ever checked the return ticket.
Arrive in Phnom Penh, take a grab car from the airport to my hotel. Am overwhelmed in a good and exciting way by the utter chaos and lack of traffic lights on the roads. When we get to the hotel in the Riverside Neighborhood I just break out into applause for the driver. He just laughs and holds up his hand and says “5stars” 
Nat had not seemed happy that I had booked a hotel in the Riverside Neighborhood, and had cautioned me about it. I had watched videos and it seemed fine, but I can see why a local might be a little embarrassed by some of it. I have never felt more handsome. The Harmony House was nice, with a rooftop pool and bar. My room had a cute balcony facing the street. Just beyond the hotel the street turns into a street market that I thought was cute until I was woke up at 5am to chickens and ducks being butchered. You gotta just laugh sometimes. 

More to come, hopefully the Thailand parts will be more sexy. I have just enjoyed these forums so much over the years and want to give whatever I can back. 

On the morning of my second day in Phnom Penh I get a text from Nat “we’re coming to pick you up, don’t eat breakfast” But first, a little background on Nat’s family.
Nat is the youngest of 4 children, a girl and 3 boys. Mommy and Daddy are in their late 70’s- early 80’s. Daddy had a stroke a while ago and walks with a bad limp, but doesn’t let that stop him. Mommy and daddy are always dressed really well and both wear a lot of jewelry. I have been out to breakfast with them several times in California and they always are happy and try to chat with me, even though we can’t speak each other’s language. 
Daddy is well liked and well connected. Every time we have gone out people come up to say hi to Mommy and Daddy. I asked Nat about it once and he said that Daddy helped a lot of people flee the Kymer Rogue and so Daddy is very well respected. 
The family are also members of the CPP (Cambodian Peoples Party) which seems to be the dominant political party. I have been invited to several CPP functions in California as Nat’s cock block, to keep the hostesses from setting him up with women he’s not interested in dating. I always get a good meal and drinks out of it.
Nat arrives in Sister’s double cab Ford Ranger truck, being driven by sister’s driver. These trucks seem to be very popular, I see them everywhere. I’m told it’s common for middle class families in Cambodia to have a driver, because driving and parking are such a mess. I’m surprised to see Mommy and Daddy in the back seat, knowing they got in very late the night before. “Mommy wants to take you to her favorite noodle shop for breakfast” and off we go to a busy open front shop across the street from the hospital where Mommy used to work as a pharmacist. Mommy and Daddy have not been back since covid but the second someone from the shop sees Mommy getting out of the truck all the staff are swarming the truck and helping them inside. It was indeed a tasty breakfast. Kymer food in my limited experience seems to have some overlap with Thai and Vietnamese, but not nearly as spicy. 
Breakfast over we run around doing some shopping and I’m told that we’re having lunch at Brother#1 house. At this point I still don’t know where we are sleeping. I was told not to worry about it but I made it clear that I was way too old to be couch surfing. Nat tells me he wants us to stay at sisters house, but apparently there’s been some question about it because #1 brother wants me to stay at his house. Nat doesn’t want to stay at #1 brother’s house because his soon to be ex-wife is also staying there. Apparently two brothers married two sisters, and Nat has to navigate his divorce very carefully, so he doesn’t offend his sister in law. It’s finally decided that we’ll be staying at sister’s Phnom Penh house, sister is at her house in Florida so there’s plenty of room. I last one day. 

We get to brother #1’s house. It’s a large 3 story house surrounded by a wall, in a very mixed, eclectic neighborhood. They are surrounded by warehouses, small shops, tiny aluminum roofed houses, apartments and other houses like theirs. Brother#1 was a doctor for many years but now works for the government battling counterfeiting. Brother#1 doesn’t speak much English but his wife and children do. In fact, the children seem to default to English with each other. I was watching them play with each other without them noticing me and they were just chattering away in English. 
Brother#1 has a cook, and lunch is a large affair served on a big round table that easily seats 10, with a large lazy susan in the middle so everything is served family style. Among the dishes are a platter of some sort of fried grubworm, and also a platter of fried crickets. I try the grubworms, which are crunchy and mainly taste like the garlic and shallots they’re fried with. They were fine, but not really good enough to get over the eating bugs factor. I skip the crickets, the thought of crunching on the legs is too much for me. Lunch is followed by much beer drinking. I’m not much of a beer drinker, it tends to just make me bloated and uncomfortable, but they are encouraging me to try various beers made around Asia so I go along the best I can. 
Lunch had run late and long so dinner was mainly skipped, but brother #1 decides he wants to take the men out for more beer and music. 6 of us pile into brother#1’s Ford Ranger double cab ( yes, another one. Brother #1 also has a ford Explorer that he imported from the USA. His wife told me that he imported it after he saw the CHP driving them in California) and head out to a newly built entertainment complex that consists of several new blocks of restaurants, street food courts and small carnival style amusement rides for kids. The place we go to is covered but open air and has three U shaped levels of tables with the bar and a stage at the bottom. The service level is just phenomenal. We have two waitresses assigned to us who basically have our beer selections on ice in a large tub, and every time you take a couple of sips from your glass they refill it. There’s a band with a couple of singers alternating between Kymer and English hits. We also get food for the table, which includes another plate of grub worms. They seem to be a popular beer snack. No one will let me buy anything or contribute to the bill in any way. 
We leave and brother #1 drops Nat and I off at Older sister’s house. Now from all appearances older sister has a nice 4 story house in a gated community, probably about 25 years old. However when we get inside it’s clear that no one actually lives (or cleans) regularly in this house. Nat tells me his sister rarely stays there, preferring Siem Reap and the house is just a crash pad for members of the family. There are no tv’s, no linens in the bathrooms, and my bedroom is full of old clothes and sports equipment. The only rooms that seem lived in are the ground floor bedroom and kitchen, which mommy and daddy are using, and the driver’s studio apartment, which is actually quite nice. The next morning I tell Nat “Hey, as you know this trip is all about me deciding whether I want to retire in Asia or not. I can’t really do that out here in the suburbs. I’m going to book a hotel room in the city.”
No one entirely buys it but they all also understand. I book two nights at the Phnom Penh 51 Hotel and residences. Turns out to be a good choice in a nice neighborhood. 
 

on your first day take a walk . Start at Silom and soi 6 at any time between  noon and midnight. Walk length of soi with dog leg bend in the middle until you arrive to Suriwong street. It may take all between 5 minutes and 10 hours depending if you stop or not at massage shops  and how many times. On Suriwong turn right and walk until you reach Patpong - always busy street  unless is depth of night . 
On that walk you will see enough massage shops and boys working in them to keep you occupied for weeks, not days. 
In the evening return to Patpong and go to the next, parallel  street 50 m away it's called Patpong2. By time you reach Foodland 150m  down the road you will pass 3 go-go bars and 2 host bars on your left, then 2 go-gos and your right and opposite to Foodland another host bar called ' Rainbow something"
That will furnish you with ideas how to spend your evenings. If it's not enough find two more go-gos in soi 4, Banana and Jupiter and Moonlight bit further down the Suriwong.
Bring cash, condoms , mouthwash and lube you can obtain locally.
Have fun and please report back.
Not to criticize you at beginning of your forum adventure but your question is too broad and should include time of your arrival and type of boys your fancy as offerings of Atlas and FreshBoys are light year apart even if bars are facing each other practically