Certainly you are not wasting a minute of your vacation time, I like this style

Your boys are so sweet!

 

I was lucky it turned out the way. Again, it helped that I have known CB for quite a while so we are comfortable with each other. Your mileage will vary, of course.

 

More! More! I want to get to SR!

 

Yes, like vinapu said, buy a ticket and fly. But seriously, its taking me a while to get to SR, and it looks like I am taking my time talking about SR as well.  3 Siem Reap posts and I haven't talked about Angkor Wat yet. And if you can do me a favor, if you like what I write, write a trip report of your exploits as well!

 

My partner and I have made several trips to Siem Reap as it is a shorter trip than driving to Bangkok or Pattaya and it always amuses me when people assume he is Khmer and he with a little indignation informs them "No, I am Thai"

 

Can I add my thanks for your fantastic, well crafted reports and taking what must be a fair amount of time to write them

 

Thanks traveller123. It doesn't take as much time to write these as you think. Words just come pouring out of my head. The memories are amazing and the memories pretty vivid. I derive a lot of joy recounting what happened through writing about it.

 

CB has the same indignation when he gets mistaken for Thai. You are lucky that SR is a shorter trip for you than Bangkok. It is 20+ hours of travel for me. How I wish I could drive there from home...

 

Great reports, keep them coming! I couldn't ask for more detail.

But it should be "lie/lies" in all the following:

...

 

My memories are the opposite. When I eat something that contains chicken in Cambodia, there are usually bone splinters and cartilage. 

 

Thanks ChristianPFC! It matters a lot coming from you. Your blog and your travel is an inspiration to me. I don't think I can completely live full-time in Thailand/Cambodia, so I like that you write about your exploits, having lived there for an extended amount of time, and being able to speak the language. Its fun to read your blog, and I thought about doing a blog myself. But it is a ton of work, and I am not in Thailand as much as you do. Though I guess i can talk about my other travels, of which there are a few.

 

And thanks for the grammar tip! You think native english speakers would know the difference of lay/lie/lies, but i guess I am one of those Americans that can't seem to get their act together when writing about it.

 

Some of the chicken in Cambodia are very splintery and cartilage-y. I talk about it in one meal (in a future post). I was lucky that i did not have to negotiate prices while i was there.

 

again , thank you for very detailed and very entertaining report.

 

I envy you your excellent experience with  Cambodian boys, I wish I could second that but perhaps it  was just my bad luck.

 

Can you elaborate vinapu? Have you had less than positive experiences with Khmers?

 

Your reports are making me addictive  to checking forum few times a day and my guess will be , I'm not alone here

 

Nope you are not alone in checking often only for the next episode of this story.

 

 

You are not alone....

 

I also like the level of detail about the interactions within the group.  I think it makes it a very special experience.Great storytelling job.

 

 

Oh the pressure. People check the forum to see if I have posted the latest installment? I can't slack off then! LOL. Thanks for the positive feedback. Again, any feedback, good or bad, encourages me to continue to post, be it here in the thread or though private message, of which some of you have done.

 

Certainly you are not wasting a minute of your vacation time, I like this style

 

 

As the saying goes, "A rolling stone gathers no moss." I've traveled almost the length of the day to get here, I might as well make the most of it. There is a lot to do in PP, SR and Thailand, one will always have their hands full if they choose to. 

 

Thought as you notice I take a lot of naps. Which is not a waste of time, I know. It enables me to be fresh and ready for the next experience.

I love this. I'm thinking I'll stay at rambutan and hire Sareth also when I go there. I'm planning at least 3 days in SR. I eagerly await Angkor!

 

 

Can you elaborate vinapu? Have you had less than positive experiences with Khmers?

 

I'm not making much of it as it's likely statistic blip but yes, somehow I'm looking for an improvement in Vinapu-Khmer boys relations  as for now it's 1:4.

Good part is  perhaps I'm on good side of equation now because my last one , from ABomb  was excellent + and as a bonus he liked morning gymnastics just like me.

 

Previous 4 were all massage boys and it did not work well.

 

one was from XSize massage soi Twilight and it was nothing wrong with his performance , it was just me who  wanted to  try real skinny twink looking just above proper  age and it turned out I didn't feel comfortable being used to older and manly men, so my fault

 

second one was from now defunct Magnolia, massage was impressive so I offed him long time hoping for lots of fun but he took 'sleep with me' proposal literally and was complaining that  I'm too clingy disrupting his sleep.

 

third one was next night and this time from Scandic Massage, even better massage  and  hunkier boy who went as far as asking me to leave him alone and do not disrupt his nap

 

fourth was also Magnolia massage boy whose idea of massage was just go straight to happy ending  and was  guarding his precious manhood like  wallet.

 

Not that I'm complaining but contrast with Lao ones for me is striking, 100 % satisfaction here and there are even few when 150 will not be an exxageration.

 

But again , in no way I'm crusading against Cambodians , just bad luck on my side I'm sure

Day 4.8 Jomtien-ing our way through Siem Reap

 

It was 11 PM, and the boys were buzzing about in Khmer. They seemed to come to a consensus before Sareth told me in English that the boys want to get their dance on. I asked if it were like Heart of Darkness in PP. Sareth told me there wasn’t really a gay dance club in SR, but we were going to the next best thing: Temple Club. We get back to Pub Street and the boys excitedly head into the club:

 

 

They place was packed! I was told that this place was always swinging, and on a Tuesday low season night, it is still the place to be. The whole place was pulsing with trendy dance pop music. The customer base consisted of tourists and locals equally, and everyone was having a good time:

 

 

 

Cambodia Boy (CB) and friends looked for an empty table. They wanted to sit down, drink, and get down and boogie as well. Sareth and I stood back and enjoyed the ambiance. I told him about how much fun I had in Heart of Darkness in PP, and it looks like this place is busier than that place. They made the whole place look like an Angkor Wat temple filled with figure heads and temple implements and a rustic feel to the décor:

 

 

No doubt the customers present have had a taste of Angkor Wat earlier, or like me, about to the trek tomorrow, so the Temple theme is appropriate, though the merriment and drinking is probably turned down to a 1 when visiting the real thing. And the only worshipping going on at the moment was for liquor, and the strength of one’s devotion corresponded to the alcohol content of one’s drink,

 

The boys came back defeated, unsuccessful with their quest to find us a table. I told them no matter, we can find a corner and we can drink there. We found one of those little tables in the edge of the dance floor that was empty. We quickly claimed it and the boys flagged down one of the waitstaff to order some drinks. As Jomtien boys they are very familiar with drinking. I would have thought that since they drink everyday for a living, they wouldn’t be doing it if they didn’t have to. But here they were, spearheading the quest to get more liquor for the night, even demanding it to be brought really quickly because they were thirsty.

 

As we waited for our drinks to arrive we danced in place around the table. Everyone was into it. We all were just gay boys visiting a cool club and dancing to beats we all knew the words to. This takes me back to 10 years ago, when I was their ages (roughly), equally eager to drink and dance to the beat. Now at 35, at least back home, my forays into pulling all nighters drinking and dancing are fewer and farther between. Somehow Thailand, and now Cambodia, enables me to take me back to that time when it was OK to drink too much, to make a fool of yourself on the dance floor, and not have a care in the world. Somehow, possessing a mortgage and going through intense work meetings and just having overall adult responsibilities have dulled my sense of abandon. The country, the boys, and the booze enabled me to get all that back, at least for one night at a time.

 

We get our drinks in the form of two giant pitchers filled with a dull brown liquid and a yellow-ish liquid. I ask what they were, and I get the answer “alcohol”. LOL, OK, no problem. The fluid of the pitchers were distributed in shot glasses, the other one had straws.  Alright fine, it’s a stronger liquor in one, and a chaser in the other. We all fill our shot glasses and everyone raises their glass to toast. We down all of it and some have the chaser as well:

 

 

The lighting in the place was great. It was dark but there were enough lights to see everyone. There were some laser lighting scattered in the place and it gave it a modern feel around the more rustic elements of the temple décor. The boys were able to have fun dancing around the laser lights. Everyone was dancing, including Sareth, and once in a while we will stop and pose for a selfie or a group photo, some of which have been put on facebook. I didn’t care about being in the photos with them. It was a memorable time that should be documented.

 

CB probably was the most mindful of the time. After an hour of merriment, we have finished the chaser pitcher, but the liquor pitcher was still half-full. So CB does what every Jomtien knows how to do when needing to down alcohol quickly: play a game of rock-paper-scissors. There were five of us that will play the game, and it takes many tries to get to just one loser, and the loser gets to drink a shot. This was reminiscent of my time in Jomtien, where I did the same thing:

 

It is almost 1:30 AM and there is still some whiskey left. We decide to speed up the process by doing rock paper scissors. Not sure how this is played, but some get the shots anyway. Photo stripped of any identifying features to protect the boys and bar:

 

 

Echoing my earlier comment: “You can take a Jomtien boy out of Pattaya, but you can’t take Pattaya out of a Jomtien boy,” CB wants us to play the game not because the boys wanted to finish the bottle sooner so that their customer can order another bottle, but because he was being mindful of the time, and the need to get some rest, because of the daunting walking and touring we will be doing tomorrow. And sure enough, the stronger liquor was finished pretty quickly, in a matter of 20 minutes. Fit Khmer (FK) got the majority of the shots (maybe he wanted to drink more?), and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) got the least amount. I think I was able to drink three shots. CB gamely, almost business-like, downed his, and Sareth got a fair amount. The game is always adds a fun element to the night, and everyone always laughs and gives the loser a hard time.

 

We managed to dance some more in between shots, and some more after all the booze was gone. After a while CB asks me if I wanted to go. I said yes, I think it is time. I inform Sareth that we are retiring to our hotel and hopefully we can wake up at a reasonable hour. We all make our way back to the hotel, the Pub Street sign wishing us goodbye:

 

 

On the walk back to the hotel, CB, FK and GK begin to talk in Khmer. They were talking pretty intensely and I was curious what they were saying. While walking Sareth and I fall behind after a while and Sareth discreetly informs me that they were doing some planning on what to do with me once we all were back at the room. I ask, “What to do with me?” Sareth says yes, something to do with having fun. I quickly got it. They were planning logistics on the “fun” part of the night. CB thinks of everything. I give Sareth a worried look, but he assures me that it was all good.

 

We get to the hotel and the lights are dimmed for the night. Rambutan asks all guests to deposit their keys at the desk. Everyone is forced to anyway, because they give us these giant plastic tags on the key ring that makes it impossible to put the keys in your pocket. This is probably a wise decision on the hotel’s part. The somewhat intense nature of walking and touring the Angkor Wat complex makes losing those keys pretty easy. We get both our keys for our two rooms, but with the knowledge of just using the one key for one room. We say goodbye to Sareth. He says he will be back at around 8 AM tomorrow, but no worries if we are not ready. He knows how it is.

 

Once in the room FK and GK take off all their clothes and rush into the bathroom to shower and do other things. CB then sits me down, tells me that they were talking about earlier. He says that the boys may want to have fun before going to bed, and he asked me if I wanted to join in. I said sure, but asked him what will he be doing. He said he will be going to the upstairs terrace to listen to music and look at music videos. I ask him if he was sure this is what he wanted. He said yes, he knew I wanted it as well.

 

While we wait for the boys to finish, we both take off our shirts and we cuddle shirtless in the bed. He shows me youtube and tells me he remembers the songs that were played in Temple Club, and found the music videos for it. Again, the music videos he finds aren’t the official artist’s videos made by the record company, it is the ones that have English lyrics flashing in the screen. This is his way of knowing the correct English words being sung in the song. I always admired his eternal quest in perfecting his English.

 

The boys emerge, both in towels. They go to their corner of the room and put on underwear. CB instructs me to shower next while he talks to the boys before heading up to the terrace. I do my thing for 5 minutes, half horny about the possibility of getting on with 2 very cute and sexy Khmer boys, and half nervous of partaking in such an un-spontaneous moment. I guess at the end of the day (literally), what I wanted was sex.

 

I emerge, in my towel as well, and the boys were laying on their bed, on their phones. CB is gone. They see me and the take down their phones and sit on the queen bed. I laugh nervously and say that I am nervous. FK laughs and tweaks one my nipples, and told me to relax and let both of them do all the work. I take off my towel and hide under the covers. They join me under the covers on opposite sides of the bed, and start laying their hands on me.

 

FK starts kissing me, lightly at first, and then deeply. He has been pretty touchy-feely with me all this time, now he is showing how much he really liked me. GK aimed further down, and quickly put my cock in his mouth till it grew. He was doing a great job, and the combination of the kissing and sucking almost made me cum. It was sensory overload that can only happen in a threesome with you being the object of affection.

 

GK works on my balls and legs, and he was pretty good with his tongue. He stayed in that area for a while. FK was paying attention to my upper half, licking my nipples, my neck, and kissing me. They were right, all I had to do was sit back and relax. They were all doing the work.

 

FK takes off his underwear to reveal a fully hard cock that was respectable in size. I start touching it to jack it off but he pushed my hand away, telling me to “just relax.” It was all about me. GK then joins FK and we all kiss. Threeway kissing is always awkward but we tried. I put my hands on the back of their heads, and they started kissing each other. This sight alone was enough for me, but there was more.

 

FK sucks on my cock, and then with FK holding my hard cock, GK puts a condom on my cock, and FK sits on my cock and thrusts up and down. I was loving this. FK was gamely sitting on my cock with a smile on his face. GK was looking at both of us, jacking off while we were fucking. After a while FK gets off and it was GK’s turn to sit on my cock. He was more forceful, and I had to hold him to temper his thrusts. I was getting into it, and was very close to cumming. Sensing this, GK gets off and takes off the condom and sucks me. When I can’t take it anymore I tell GK I was close. He stops sucking and jacks me off. Cum flies all over.

 

Both boys then go on opposite sides of me and start chuck-wowing together. They closed their eyes while chuck-wowing. FK cums first and my chest catches everything. GK cums next, and the cum just kept on coming. It was a lot. It quickly spilled on the bed. FK quickly gets a towel to catch whatever he can. I laugh and tell them “Good job!” with two thumbs up. They both laugh. They then ask me to go to the bathroom with them to clean up. In the bathroom both soap me down till I was clean. I towel off and let them clean themselves.

 

Back in the bed I Line CB and tell him we were done. The terrace door opens and CB comes back down, still shirtless and in headphones. He takes off the headphones and pants and lies down with me on the bed. He asks me if I had a good time. I say yes, a lot. I then say I wished he joined us. He says maybe tomorrow. I tell him I look forward to it.

 

Lots to look forward tomorrow, including of course, Angkor Wat.

I am so into this! I check my phone all the time waiting for an update. Lol. I wish I could get notified on my phone. Ha apple needs to work on that.

From your reports - CB comes across as the most wonderful person -  a guy, you hope will find eventually someone who will care for and love him in a permanent relationship

Love the reports but hate to hear about you turning all the hot guys into bottoms hahaha

Day 5.0 I Wat to go to there

 

Despite our best intentions to retire early the night before, we managed to go to sleep around 2:30 AM. So you can imagine a 7 AM alarm time was not welcomed by anyone in the room. And the copious amounts of alcohol that was consumed last night did not help things. I woke up with a slight hangover, but not too bad to render me incapacitated. I pop a few pain killers, drank a full medium sized bottle of water, and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

 

The combination of the hot shower, full drink of water, and pain killers did the trick. I felt a little bit better. Cambodia Boy (CB) was on his phone while waiting for me to finish up in the bathroom. He got up and woke up Fit Khmer (FK) and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) from their slumber. CB went in to pee and shower, and left the door open for both FK and GK to access the toilet. CB got out of the shower and began his elaborate beauty regimen.

 

I text Sareth to see where he was. It was almost 7:45 and we still had to eat breakfast. It came free with the room so we might as well take advantage of it. Sareth replied quickly, said that he was already at the lobby. I apologized that we are not ready yet. He said to take our time and not worry too much about hurrying up. I forget that this is my tour and I can do as much and as little as I want. I wanted to have my cake and eat it too. I wanted boys in my trip, and all that came with that, but I also wanted to tour one of the world’s greatest wonders. There was bound to be some compromise with one of these activities. I guess the touring part of my trip will suffer.

 

I ask CB if I needed to wear pants to Angkor Wat. I read online that tourists wearing shorts weren’t allowed to climb the higher levels of Angkor Wat. CB says he heard this as well, but it is kind of hot today, and he was worried that I will overheat wearing pants. CB says to wear shorts for now and we can ask Sareth what the rules were for clothing. I wear the longest pair of shorts I could find, one that barely covered my knees, and the boys all wore pants and looked sharp.

 

We all get ready by 8 AM, and I tell them we will have breakfast first. FK mentioned that he was super hungry, he said “the sex” last night made him hungry. Fair enough, that’s probably why I’m starving as well. CB takes my umbrella and says we should leave after breakfast. We all head down to the hotel “restaurant” and pass by the lobby. We see Sareth, decked out in his official tour guide uniform, sitting in the lobby chairs with another tour guide. He stands up to greet us, and says he will just be there because he knew we were all gonna get breakfast. He has done this before. CB asks about the clothing rule, in Khmer, and Sareth looks at my shorts. He tells me, in English, that I should be fine, as long as my shorts can cover my knees a little bit.

 

We find the restaurant and sit in one of the tables.  We look at the menu and see that there are the items that are “free”, ie. included in the free breakfast, and other items that can be ordered for a fee. I get my usual American breakfast items (eggs and breakfast meats with toast), and the boys get similar items. CB orders an orange juice, not a free item, and I do the same. Soon everyone does the same. I get some coffee as well. We eat leisurely and after 10 minutes we ask for the check. The waiter says it will be put in my room bill. I leave a $1 tip and we head back to the lobby.

 

Sareth is now alone, and we all walk out of the hotel onto the street. Sareth asks, whispering, “Did you have fun last night?” I say “You bet!” I put my arms around both FK and GK and we all laugh. Glad everyone seems to be in good spirits, even if we did not have enough sleep last night. CB puts his hand in mine and squeezes it. I look at him and we both smile at each other. How come he still looks fresh and immaculate even with little sleep?

 

We get to the van that was parked in the side of the street. CB jumps in and sits in the front row, and puts out an outreached hand to me to guide me next to him. FK and GK sit in the next row of seats, and Sareth sits next to the driver. Sareth shows us a cooler full of bottled waters and some ice, and reminds us to hydrate regularly during the tour. The driver starts the van and we are on our way to see Angkor Wat.

 

The boys in the back start talking in Khmer, and CB couldn’t resist and join in the conversation. Sareth talks to me, in English, and began talking about the general layout of the whole Angkor Wat park complex. Our main goal is to see Angkor Wat and Ta Prohm, and then go break for lunch, and then, if we had the energy, we can explore the greater complex of Angkor Thom, specifically Bayon and nearby structures. I google a map of the park and see how everything was laid out.

 

While we talk, it was pure mayhem with the three Khmer boys. Talking, laughing, roughhousing, tickling, singing, it was mayhem. The driver laughs at certain remarks the boys were making, and Sareth would once in a while shake his head in either horror or shame. How many times this trip have I wished I understood Khmer? I make it a point not to ask what they were talking about, and wait till someone illuminates me. Ultimately someone does, this time it is FK, probably seeing my bewilderment. He said they were talking about last night. “Last night fun?” I ask. FK says yes. I look at CB and he says “they want to know who was better in fun. FK or GK” I laugh out loud and kind of scandalized by the conversation.

 

CB insists on getting the answer. “Who was better, FK or GK?” And then another exchange in Khmer. The driver is laughing, Sareth was smiling nervously. I assured him that I was fine. I guess he was not used to this lack of tact before in public. I refused to give a direct answer and just said “I am not sure, maybe I can try again tonight to see who was better.” Everyone laughs at my answer.

 

After about 15 minutes we slow down and we see the main entrance of the park. We stop and park and Sareth says that I will need to buy a ticket to access the park. We both go to the ticketing cashiers. Sareth tells me because everyone else is Cambodian in our party that they don't have to buy tickets. The "Angkor Pass" was $20, which to me was cheap considering the wonders I am about to witness, as well as it was a contribution towards what I hope is maintaining the park for generations to enjoy.

 

We get to our first stop, Angkor Wat. The boys calm down a little bit and everyone gets out of the van. We approach the temple on this side:

 

 

Sareth takes my photo, alone, posing in front of Angkor Wat. And then the boys get into it as well. Each needed a photo alone, then a group photo of all three, then one with me. Lots of selfies, posted eventually to facebook. I’m actually glad its not just me acting like a tourist. Everyone wants a photo, even if they have been here before many times.

 

We walk to the side of the Wat and the boys start talking in Khmer. Sareth uses this opportunity to talk to me, the western tourist, about the temple. First he starts by saying that I might not be interested in the history of the whole park so he will skip all that. I told him he was wrong, I totally wanted to listen to what he had to say about how the park came to be, its place in Cambodian history, as well as efforts to restore it. I then talk about a documentary I saw years ago about efforts to recreate the non-stone structures, in a computer model, that were in the area that are now gone. I talked about the technology used, Lidar, that was able to detect these structures through laser light. I said that this was a technology used in my line of work.

 

Maybe I came across as flighty and superficial because I brought money boys with me? Maybe I projected a sense of disinterest with nuance because I was too focused on my fun? In any case Sareth was generous with his knowledge of the park and we had a good exchange on the history of the whole complex. Meanwhile, the boys found the monkeys at the park:

 

 

Sareth warns them about taunting the monkeys too much, and to not feed them. CB gets closer to me, away from the monkeys. He got kind of freaked out by the monkeys. FK began taunting him and then some roughhousing ensued. Boys will be boys.

 

We get to this entrance and selfies and photos were taken again:

 

 

I wish I could show you guys the photos with the boys.

 

After walking a bit into the Wat, we get to the Bas Relief Galleries and Sareth talks about the 37 heavens and 32 hells:

 

 

CB listens for a bit before he gets carried away by FK’s and GK’s sheningans. We pass by a ton of headless buddhas, due to prior theft that pre-dated the preservation efforts in the park, which was both disturbing and bizaare to me:

 

 

We head over outside and CB promptly opens the umbrella to protect his skin from getting tan. He is deathly afraid of tanning and has worked hard to whiten his skin. I take a lot of pictures of him and his umbrella. He is adorable. I take a photo of FK roughhousing with everyone. He surely is very outgoing and rambunctious. GK is more reserved, but FK draws him out of his shell at certain times.

 

Sareth keeps his façade of being the grownup in the group, but sometimes utters some witty asides or the occasional joking remark pertaining to the boys. I, the ringleader of the group, was just enjoying the day with my boys. I certainly did not envision that this was going to be my Angkor Wat experience, but now that it was happening, its hard to imagine any other way I could’ve done this.

 

We pass by this wall sculpture featuring dancers doing the famous Cambodian “apsara” dance:

 

 

Sareth challenges the boys to pose in front of the wall and do their best apsara poses. They rush in front and did their best. Lots of photos. Sareth then instructs me to get in the middle of the action and act as the king surrounded by the “divine” apsara dancers. Again lots of photos. Everyone was laughing and having fun.

 

It was time to go into the upper level. This was not the main stairs, but just to give you an idea of the ascent we made:

 

 

Lots of pretty photos to take. I took a photo of this reclining Buddha, the colors were striking:

 

 

The view above was pretty nice as well:

 

 

There was a buddhist monk in the area, giving out blessings. One by one the boys take turns kneeling down the monk, getting blessed, and get their fortunes read. They give some Cambodian Riels as donation. CB gets a red string bracelet put on his left wrist. Sareth explains to me the string bracelet on the left garners merit to the wearer. CB then encourages me to get a blessing as well. He tells me to get the bracelet on my right wrist, for luck. I pick the red one as well, and get my blessings from the monk. I leave $1 as donation.

 

The stairs were very steep, and seemed steeper climbing down:

 

 

We pass by more impressive structures as we head out of the Wat. Sareth was very game in talking about Angkor Wat information in the face of Khmer boy roughhousing and endless selfies. As we move away from the Wat, Sareth points to the horizon and the temple, positions me and tells me to take a picture. I didn’t get it at first but after looking at it more I got it. This was where almost everyone in the world takes a photo of the temple at sunset. I take several, not as impressive as those professional photos, but still impressive to me:

 

 

A fitting end to what has been a unique way to see this world treasure. I challenge everyone here to see Angkor Wat with three rambunctious boys. It definitely enhanced my experience lol.

 

It was almost 12 noon. Sareth suggests we go to the next temple first before we break for lunch. CB agrees so we head back to the van to get aircon and waters. It was hot out there but present company sure made it more than bearable.

 

Ta Prohm next…

enjoy reading the reports numazu - and really appreciate the inclusion of the photos

Numazu quote "CB got out of the shower and began his elaborate beauty regimen"

 

It always amazes me that how much energy and money a bar boy spends on their beauty routine.

The cosmetic brand they use costs 2,000 - 3,000 Baht a bottle of whitening essence. LOL very expensive for even a western standard.

 

I had a drink with a couple of Jupiter boys recently and most passionate conversation ( speaking in Thai but I guessed from their gesture ) between two boys were exchange of their beauty tips.

 

Thanks for the tour report. I am enjoying the photos and of course your writing.

I was in Siem Reap three months ago for 5 days and Sareth was my guide . Thanks for reminding me those wonderful days Numazu . At my earliest convenience I will ask Sareth to organise a trip to Phnom Penh and maybe afterwards a few days to Siem Reap again to see my favorite bartender  

I love this. I'm thinking I'll stay at rambutan and hire Sareth also when I go there. I'm planning at least 3 days in SR. I eagerly await Angkor!

 

You won't be sorry. Sareth is very good with tailoring his tour to your needs and pace, and is very adaptable if there are changes to the plans. Ya in Bangkok recommended him to me and like Ya, both are very good tour guides, both very knowledgeable and fun-loving as well. A good combination to have. I am now in touch with Kaung, the Myanmar tour guide for Siam roads, for my planned Yangon and Bagan trip in December.

 

But again , in no way I'm crusading against Cambodians , just bad luck on my side I'm sure

 

 

Yes, I believe it is just bad luck. I've had tremendous luck with Cambodians, better than Thais actually. Though I've had more Thais so maybe its just the sample size. All you can do is try more Cambodians right lol.

 

From your reports - CB comes across as the most wonderful person -  a guy, you hope will find eventually someone who will care for and love him in a permanent relationship

 

 

For his sake, I hope so too. We have talked about this a long time ago. He always wanted me to be his BF, even after I told I already had one. I do like basking under his love and caring, and I will be jealous of whoever gets to be the BF, but as like many other boys in Thailand, the BF also needs to have the means to support him. Anyone up for the job will be rewarded with a lot of love I am sure.

 

Love the reports but hate to hear about you turning all the hot guys into bottoms hahaha

 

 

What are you saying, hot guys can't be bottoms? LOL

 

enjoy reading the reports numazu - and really appreciate the inclusion of the photos

 

 

You should see my phone. There are 20 times more photos than what I share here. Glad I can share a fraction of what was a great trip.

 

It always amazes me that how much energy and money a bar boy spends on their beauty routine.

The cosmetic brand they use costs 2,000 - 3,000 Baht a bottle of whitening essence. LOL very expensive for even a western standard.

 

We as customers pay a lot to be close to this beauty, so the boys in turn know that they need to take care of what earns them money.

 

I was in Siem Reap three months ago for 5 days and Sareth was my guide . Thanks for reminding me those wonderful days Numazu . At my earliest convenience I will ask Sareth to organise a trip to Phnom Penh and maybe afterwards a few days to Siem Reap again to see my favorite bartender

 

 

I was just messaging with Sareth a moment ago. I am glad he is getting a lot of business coming this month, and in my opinion he is worth every penny. As a friend he is a hoot as well. Him and Ya in Bangkok are similar in this regard. Great tour guides and great friends.

Day 5.4: Tomb Raiders

 

Sareth, our tour guide, also had a few cold moist towelettes in his ice chest. Cambodia Boy (CB) takes a bunch and distributes it to the group. It was a little bit hot out there, but at early September it was cooler than it would be in April. The driver drives a bit till we get to Ta Prohm, our second temple of the day. We step off the van and walk a bit before we encounter one of the park staff that were checking tourists for their tickets, or “Angkor Pass.” I had mine, and asked the boys for theirs, but one word in Khmer from everyone and the ticket taker waves everyone through.

 

I googled a few images of Angkor Wat before I came here, for research as to what to look for. Once of my photos was a movie still of the movie “Tomb Raider” starring Angelina Jolie, the movie that started her on her love affair with Cambodia (and who can blame her?), because of “Tomb Raider” temple scenes were shot in Ta Prohm. I didn’t put two and two together until Sareth told me that this was the “Tomb Raider Temple.” Side note: Jolie, apart from adopting her first child from an orphanage in Battambang province, continues her love affair with Cambodia with the pending release of her Netflix film “First They Killed My Father”, adapted from a book written by a survivor of the Khmer Rouge genocide.

 

Because of the moat that surrounded Angkor Wat, it was protected from the onsluaught of the jungle that eventually claimed the ancient city. Ta Phrohm wasn’t as lucky, as Sareth informed that there was 150 or so giants trees that were slowly, but surely, chipping away at the temple. There were informational posters of the current restoration efforts between the governments of Cambodia and India. There was a lot of numbered stones growing some moss on the side, and Sareth tells me that these were stones awaiting to be placed back in the temple:

 

 

As we get to the first entrance of the temple, we see that the jungle and temple were merging together:

 

 

We stopped for some photos of course, and the boys take a million selfies and photos with me and without me were also taken.

 

We get our first encouter of the epic battle between tree and temple:

 

 

It was pretty impressive, and the combination of a crumbling 900 year old temple and the coiling roots of a giant tree was interesting to see. Restoration will be a challenge for sure. I show CB this photo of Angelina Jolie in Tomb Raider I had on my phone:

 

 

This prompted some reenactements from CB and Fit Khmer (FK) and Gorgeous Khmer (GK), with hilarious results.

 

A lot of the temple is obviously still under repair:

 

 

Sareth tells me that most of the restoration efforts have been to stabilize the structure, as the trees has become part of what made the temple unique. Indeed, it was not only the temple structure that needed stabilizing, but the trees as well:

 

 

Some of the tree even closed up the entryways in the temple, so stabilizing the existing entryways were done:

 

 

In the center of the temple was this impressive tree with a network of roots sort of falling into the temple stucture. Pic of me with it (edited of course):

 

 

The boys spend a lot of time taking photos here. It probably took us 15 minutes to get everyone’s photos. There was actually a line that formed behind us, as other tourists waited for us to finish. We didn’t care, it was our chance.

 

This tree reminded me of a Brontosaurus:

 

 

I have a hundred more photos I could share, and it goes to show how impressive the tree-temple merging has become, but I’ll just have to refer you to the millions of photos available online. Apparently now, including CB, FK and GK’s photos on their Facebooks.

 

We probably spent about an hour and half here, counting the time photos were taken and the tour guide talks me and Sareth were having in various spots of the temple. The boys were a little bit more subdued that they were in Angkor Wat. I am thinking only sleeping 5 hours the night before, hungover, and then trekking into Angkor Wat in the slight heat, is now catching up to all of us. CB and Sareth talk for a bit in Khmer about our next plans. FK and GK chime in with their thoughts. Sareth then informs me that we will be going to lunch after this, and probably going back to the hotel to rest, if everyone is still tired.

 

I was OK with this. Part of me wanted to see more, most especially Bayon and the giant stone faces, but part of me also wanted to rest and relax the rest of the day. I tell the guys we can see how we are after lunch. We head back to the van and cool off and relax. The picked a local restaurant near Srah Srang, the reservoir that was close to Ta Prohm.

 

We get to the restaurant, and the restaurant was actually a compound that contained huts. The huts had big low-rise tables in the middle of each of them. The flooring had big straw mats covering it, and had some body pillows scattered on the floor. Some of the huts had parties of 10 to 15 people, and all only had Khmers. I did not see any farang in the premises, though I may not have been looking too closely. Maybe this was a locals-only favorite? I was more interested in going to places were the locals go and eat. I can always check out a western-style restaurant on my own time. I wanted to experience something more authentic.

 

I forget that name of the restaurant, and the signage in the front was in Khmer, but doing a google search and looking at my geotagged photos, made me conclude that the restaurant is called “Ktom Sre”. There is a default facebook site for it: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ktom-Sre/521283438041740, and all of the posters for the facebook site were all Khmers. So maybe I was right and this is mostly a local favorite, and farang went elsewhere. Fine by me.

 

So I lifted this from the facebook. So your party picks a hut, and every hut had a table. There were no chairs, so everyone sat on the floor, like so:

 

 

This is not us obviously, but it gives you an idea of how the seating was. Ours had more mats on the floor, more body pillows, and also had a hammock.

 

We pick our hut that was next to another hut that had 15 locals eating a late lunch. Some of the people had their shirts off and sleeping on the floor. We all take off our shoes, and I was encouraged to take off my socks as well. I do and was immeditely thankful. All that walking and touring overheated my feet. Having it free of restrictions was a welcome sensation. CB arranges some pillows and asks me to lie down on the floor so I can relax. There were two fans in the hut and one of them was directed at me. Laying down immediately relaxed me. CB rubbed my head a little bit as well.

 

As I lay there, the boys look at the menu:

 

 

I wasn’t asked what I wanted, they did all the choosing. After deliberating they call over a “waiter” and told him what we wanted. After a few minutes we all get glasses, a bucket of ice, a tray with some cola cans, juice cans, and bottled waters, and a pan with some murky water and some lemon slices floating in it. FK and CK asks everyone what they wanted to drink, and they distribute the drinks. I ask for a water. CB takes the pan and puts it in front of me. I sit up and ask what it was. CB tells me to wash my hands in it. I do and my hands smell of lemon. CB then washes his hands too and then the pan gets passed around.

 

We wait for the food. While we wait the boys talk in Khmer. Sareth talks to me in English and I talk about my job back in the USA. The boys listen in as well. The waiter comes back and asks a few questions about the food. After 10 minutes he brings a pot of rice and some vegetables. I am told the vegetables were called Morning Glory in oyster sauce. The waiter brings in some plates and utensils as well. When the waiter is out of earshot the boys begin to talk in Khmer again. Sareth tells me that everyone was talking about how handsome the waiter was. I wasn’t really paying attention, but it did show that everyone in the hut, including Sareth, was a gay man. And we all check out the handsome waiter if he waits on our table. The waiter comes back and gives us more cooked dishes. He was very handsome, and probably 20 years old, but I still felt CB was more handsome.

 

All the food comes and we take photos:

 

 

Actually everyone takes photos. Again to Facebook. The main dishes were a roasted chicken, grilled fish, and steamed snail. Everything tasted great, and the snails were a good choice. The chicken was kind of stiff and there was hardly any meat on it, and pretty soon it was torn apart by everyone. The flavor was good, but there wasn’t a lot of meat. So I tell CB to get another chicken. It comes and we tear into that as well. We were all very hungry, and 5 hungry boys with big appetities meant we consumed a lot of rice.

 

Through the course of the meal, CB serves me food. With the chicken, he took the meat out of the bones so I didn’t have to. Everyone was eating with their hands so I was encouraged to do so as well. Conversations were in Khmer mostly, and Sareth made it a point to talk to me in English once in a while. CB did as well, but he was also busy tending to my needs. As he has always done in the past.

 

It takes probably an hour and a half from ordering to finishing the last bit of food. Everyone was careful to finish every bit of food that was left, which wasn’t much. When we slowed down from eating we just laid back and relaxed in the hut. The fans and the shade was enough to cool everyone down. The pan with lemons was again passed around to wash away the food remnants in our hands. We drank our colas and talked for a bit more.

 

FK shut his eyes and took a little nap. Sareth asked me and CB what we wanted to do next. CB looked at me. I was so full from the lunch, and getting sleepy because of it, that I opted to just relax for now and go back to the hotel after. I lay down for a bit and CB and Sareth talk for a bit. It was a pretty relaxing end to the lunch, which I guess was the point of going to a restaurant with floor mats so everyone can relax. It definitely was the way to end an intense Angkor Wat tour schedule.

 

The dishes were cleared by the hot waiter. Then the bill was given to CB. He looks at it for a bit before handing it to me:

 

 

I could not understand it. I was told the total was 143,500 riels. Which came to about $35. All that food for $35! I give my wallet to CB and he takes the cash, including tip, and handed it to the waiter.

 

So with our tummies full of food, our brains filled with knowledge, and our souls blessed with spending quality time with good friends, we head back to Siem Reap.

 

My last night in Siem Reap next…

Stunning photos Numazu.

When we have visitors Ankor it is a must see as we are only a four drive from Siem Reap but my photos are not a patch on yours.

CB sounds like a wonderful guy. My partner is similarly very caring even after eight years together, my friends from the UK are always amazed at how he looks out for me when we go to Ankor making sure I dont trip or get too tired.

 

This must be one, if not the best, series of reports I have seen on here and while we probably wouldn't read the forum without the reports of member's times with the boys it shows there is a lot else to appreciate in this part of the world.

Day 5.4: Tomb Raiders

 

Because of the moat that surrounded Angkor Wat, it was protected from the onsluaught of the jungle that eventually claimed the ancient city. Ta Phrohm wasn’t as lucky, as Sareth informed that there was 150 or so giants trees that were slowly, but surely, chipping away at the temple.  

 

we head back to Siem Reap.

 

My last night in Siem Reap next…

 

Ta Phrom is not the only one to have been consumed by the jungle, in fact ALL of the ancient temples there have (maybe except Angkor Wat itself due to the moat), but on all others they have removed the trees in the restoration process. Only on Ta Phrom they intentionally left (some) of the trees to give visitors the impression of what things looked like when the whole thing was rediscovered.

 

So that implies you didn't make it to the Bayon? That's a pity as it is as fascinating as Ta Phrom is mesmerizing. With the faces looking at you from all angles at all times it is a unique experience, plus intricate bas reliefs which are stunning in their level of detail and sheer size (like the ones on Angkor Wat).  

 

But gives you reason to come back hehe ;-)

 

Thanks for the enthralling report! 

I agree wholeheartedly that this is along with previous reports by Numazu the best reports ever on this Forum.  The detail is amazing and brings the story to life.

 

I also agree there is much to appreciate in Asia and many other parts of the world as well other then our home countries.

Obviously I agree with all the praise, and in fact couldn't agree more. But in hindsight, I do wonder about the poll - less sex. It sure doesn't look like that, at least so far, I'd say there has been plenty of sex.

Ta Phrom is not the only one to have been consumed by the jungle,

I may be alone in that but for me even more fascinating is Ta Som, minuscle temple with big fig tree strangling compltely one of her gates / gopuras /

Although normally I prefer to travel alone, your trip reports bring back fond memories when I traveled with friends in Cambodia.  Sharing meals always seemed to be relaxed and appreciated. I found the people very kind and good looking. One thing that I noticed that was different than Thailand was that the people would stare at me because of my height and size whereas the Thai do not openly do so. They seemed to have a simple yet difficult life, but seemed content.

 

I met a handsome waiter there and asked the owner if that waiter could sit and practice speaking with me for a while and tipped them both. The waiter was such a lovely sweet guy who hugged me when I left (he was straight).

 

I am happy to see that you treat the people well.  Great karma.

Day 5.7: About a (Cambodia) Boy

 

Bayon was going to be the third stopover in our tour, but now, at 3:30 PM, after eating some delicious and authentic Khmer food, we were all sleepy and tired. Our Angkor Wat and Ta Prohm tours were great, but right now all we can think about is going back to the hotel. Writing about this now, I probably could’ve asked to go to Bayon for little bit for some photo opportunities, but back then, wanting to see Bayon was furthest from my mind.

 

I told Sareth to drop the boys off at the hotel, and after that I needed to get some dollars to pay him, and ultimately pay the boys, because I was going back to Bangkok tomorrow. A tinge of sadness went over me, realizing that my Khmer holiday is drawing to a close. The sex was fun, the cities amazing, and the tourist sites worthy of their hype, but ultimately what I would remember most is enjoying the company of these wonderful boys.

 

The boys were quiet as the van makes its way back to Siem Reap. Sareth and I continue talking in English, mostly about my plans for my Bangkok trip, which was for 6 days, longer than my Cambodia trip. I told him I was tempted to rebook my flight to Bangkok tomorrow and moving it the day after, to spend more time seeing the Angkor Wat complex with Cambodia Boy (CB), but I think after all the change I’ve gone through this trip, I will just leave my plans as they were.

 

We get to the hotel and the boys get out of the van. I accompany them to the lobby and take both keys from the staff and gave it both to CB. I tell CB I will be back, I just need to get some money. He asked if I wanted him to go with me, I told him no, I will be back pretty soon. I head back to the van and looked for an ATM that seemed like could take my Charles Schwab Visa debit card. We find an ANZ Royal ATM vestibule and I head in and take out $1000 without any difficulty. There was an ATM fee but I dont take note of it. Charles Schwab refunds my ATM fees anywhere I go, and since they do not have any transaction fees or foreign exchange fees, it was a good card to carry with me around the world. Also we were in Cambodia so there was no exchange rate to worry about because the transaction was in US dollars, so it was like getting money back home.

 

Sareth asks me if I wanted to go anywhere else, because the van was all mine for another few hours. I tell him no, I wanted to rest in the hotel, but wanted to talk to him independent of the boys. We get to the hotel and Sareth bids the driver goodbye, and we sit down at the lobby. First, business. Sareth was $35 for the first day, and his fee for the second day plus the van was $80 for a total of $115 (I think). I give him $125 or so and thanked him for the wonderful tour. We talked for a bit about his schedule for the few weeks (not a lot of clients in September), and my plans tonight (no doubt the boys have something in mind). He then laments that we didn’t get to Bayon today. I tell him that this trip was a compromise for me from the start. Having the boys meant my focus was scattered. I am glad I got the touring that we did today. Maybe next time I’ll come back alone or with my American friends. and have a more focused Angkor Was complex tour.

 

We vow to keep in touch through Facebook, and we talk about slutty gay stuff as well. I’m keeping that part to myself. I head back to the room and see Fit Khmer (FK) and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) on their single bed, looking at their phones. CB was in the bathroom showering. Soon he comes out, and CB asks me if I wanted to take a shower. I say for sure, I felt sticky and gross from the tour. After a thorough soap down and drying I emerge in my briefs and joined CB on the queen bed. CB stands up and turns off all the lights: “Sleep na” he tells me. I always do what I am told.

 

The alarm wakes us up at 7:30 PM. I don’t remember setting the alarm. I take my phone and try to wake it up, my phone is dead and needs a charge. CB turns over and shuts his phone up. I guess he set the alarm. He says “Good evening baby.” Good evening. You set alarm? “Yes, I wanted to get sleep little bit but not a lot. I want you have fun tonight.” Thank you. What are we doing? “I want to have dinner with you alone. No FK and GK. Just two of us.” Are you sure? “Yes, I already tell them. It your last night. I want spend time with you.”

 

That was sweet of CB to do, but I want to see of FK and GK were OK with it. I look at the single bed, they were still asleep. We just slept for about 3 hours, and I felt somewhat refreshed after the nap. CB tell me to get ready because we were heading out to eat. I didn’t feel hungry yet although it has been 4+ hours since our late lunch. I do what I am told. CB washes his face and style his hair and puts on his usual nice clothing. I do the same and put on long pants. CB always likes when I wear my jeans. He always sees me in Official Farang Wear ™ so jeans was a different look for me.

 

FK and GK wake up when we were ready to leave. I give $5 to each of them and tell them to get something to eat while we head out. I get some thank yous. CB talks to them in Khmer for a bit and then we leave the hotel. CB tells me we are going to a restaurant that “farangs like it” so I guess I will like it. I told him I enjoyed eating at Ktom Sre earlier, and that wasn’t a farang favorite. Turns out we were going to the restaurant that was next door to the Rambutan called “Abba Café”. We get inside and the décor was pretty inviting. I was going to take photos but I forgot to charge my phone. But their Facebook is here https://www.facebook.com/abbacafeandlounge if you wanted to see what it looks like.

 

The ambiance inside was pretty nice, the lighting appropriate and romantic, and seating pretty comfortable. The menu consisted of familiar Cambodian dishes and other Asian ones as well.  We decide on getting the set menu which contained a little bit of everything plus drinks for $15 each. We get drinks (coconut and orange juice) and some stronger drinks (coconut and Kahlua and a gin and tonic). We toast to the successful past few days.

 

While we wait for our drinks, I ask him what his future plans were. He does not like talking to me about the future ever, so he was apprehensive to answer. But he eventually opened up. He said he will reluctantly go back to Jomtien and get as many customers as he can. But since now he does not need to send money over to his family, he can plot his gradual exit from the Money Boy scene. He hates being a money boy, but since he does not have any other skills this is what makes sense right now.

 

He said he has saved the money he has gotten from offs since last we saw each other, in July. He said he saved the money he got from me, and he was lucky he got a few long time offs (more than 4 days each) since then. He said he needed about $2000 or so to buy a motorbike. With the money he gets from me this trip, and a few more weeks in Pattaya, he said he will be able to buy one. It is his key to getting out of the money boy business. There are almost nil options for cheap mass transportation in Phnom Penh (unlike Bangkok or Pattaya), and getting tuktuks everyday can be expensive, so if one owns a motorbike it cuts down on the cost to get from point a to point b. He can probably get a job in PP at a hotel or restaurant and make ends meet that way. In his mind, this is definitely better than being a money boy.

 

He did some math for me. He tells me the common salary of a hotel worker. Then he tells me how much a room for rent and more or less how much food will cost him a month. The math worked, and this will get him some money to save or spend on hobbies and such. He says he might get a second job if it is possible, or get money boy jobs here and there if the opportunity arises in PP. The ultimate point of all this is for him to finally live in his own country again. He does not like living in Thailand, and definitely not in Pattaya. He speaks some Thai but hates doing so. He desperately wants to live in Phnom Penh, and is well on his way.

 

We get our food and everything looks amazing as always. I could not take photos because of my dead cellphone, and CB surprisingly did not post any on facebook. He was so focused on talking to me about his future plans that he forgets to do this. There were spring rolls, some papaya salad, chicken teriyaki and beef lok lak. Seeing and smelling the food made me hungry all of a sudden. We dig in and happily devour the food.

 

We continue talking about his plans during dinner. He counts himself luckier than most money boys because he is able to save his money, at least during the past 2 months or so. It was low season but he was able to get some good offs, unlike most of his friends. And he counted himself even luckier to have me. He said I started his lucky streak in July, after my long off with him. Now, he is back in Cambodia because of me, and with the money I give him he can get his passport and spend a few days with his friends and family before he has to go back to Pattaya. A lot of his other friends are not as lucky, and are in Cambodia because the low season made it impossible for them to get a steady income in Thailand, forcing them to go back to Cambodia, where it is cheaper, and they can stay with friends and family, and wait out the season.

 

I long have resolved my role in CB’s life. I care for him a lot, and love him as a friend and a lover. But I know that I cannot be more than just a regular “customer” to him. He has wanted to be my boyfriend for the longest time, even with the knowledge that I already had a longtime boyfriend back home. He is longing for stability and calm in his life, and being a money boy is not that. But he is also fairly picky. He does not go home with just anyone who wants to off him, and has even more standards of what a boyfriend should be. I am sure he has had a few offers in the past, but here he is, alone. I hope that he finds that generous Asian BF he is looking for. He surely deserves it.

 

We talk about my own plans for the next few months. I tell him about work and its ever changing nature. I tell him about my next trip, possibly in December. He asks if I want to see him again. I tell him sure, but I have to firm up my plans. I tell him I haven’t booked my flights yet. I tell him that I hope that he is not a money boy in December, and instead living in PP and a proud owner of a motorbike. He says he hopes so too, but will always be there for me if I needed him.

 

We finish our delicious food and finish our drinks. It was an intimate time that I didn’t know I needed with CB. I was glad that he insisted that we spend this time alone together. I was glad that CB was planning to be back in PP and live a more stable life. It would be nice to have a buddy in PP whenever I visit. I am also glad that I am leaving him here in Cambodia, instead of dragging him back to Thailand. He deserves this Khmer time before he has to go back to the Thai sex industry.

 

It was about 9:30 PM and CB asks me if I wanted to have drinks with FK and GK. I say of course, I want all of us to celebrate my last night in Cambodia. I ask him where the boys were, he tells me they have texted and tells him that they were just around and were done having dinner as well. I ask for the bill and it was for $38. I leave two $20 bills and we leave.

 

We cross the street back to the hotel and we see FK and GK at the lobby. I hug both of them and ask them what they wanted to do. They say in unison “up to you.” CB asked me if I wanted to off anyone tonight. I asked him where the heck can I do that. He said he doesn’t know but he is sure if we go back to Station Bar I can find someone there. I thought that was interesting. I tell him who I can off there. He says probably everyone. This is Cambodia, and it was a gay bar.

 

So I guess that’s where we were going to next. I’m going to off someone in Siem Reap.

 

To be continued…

Day 5.7: About a (Cambodia) Boy

 

He said he needed about $2000 or so to buy a motorbike. 

 

So I guess that’s where we were going to next. I’m going to off someone in Siem Reap.

 

 

that sounds very expensive, or rather sounds like buying a brand new one. Why not buy a decent 2nd hand one? I bought mine for only 24k Baht or roughly $700, 3 years old with 15k km (about 10k miles) on it. Been driving it for a year with no problems whatsoever. That way he could get started much sooner. Buying brand new is a waste of money IMO.

 

Hmmm, off someone in SR... it seemed it would be a romantic last night with CB.... but we shall see in the (as always) highly anticipated next instalment :-)

Stunning photos Numazu.

When we have visitors Ankor it is a must see as we are only a four drive from Siem Reap but my photos are not a patch on yours.

CB sounds like a wonderful guy. My partner is similarly very caring even after eight years together, my friends from the UK are always amazed at how he looks out for me when we go to Ankor making sure I dont trip or get too tired.

 

This must be one, if not the best, series of reports I have seen on here and while we probably wouldn't read the forum without the reports of member's times with the boys it shows there is a lot else to appreciate in this part of the world.

 

Thanks traveller123! Very kind words. I was worried in my very first trip report on this forum, that any other details that were non-sex with boy related would not be received well. I guess I was mistaken and the other parts of my trip were also interesting to most of you. It is very hard for me to just give a rundown of sexual conquests without giving context with the other parts of my trip. I did Thing A that made me pick Boy B and we had a C time. And i will continue doing so I think.

 

I was also worried that not taking my nice camera would be a mistake, but surprisingly an iPhone 6 camera was enough to give me the stunning photos and memories that I needed.

 

I'm still jealous that Siem Reap is only 4 hour drive from you!

 

So that implies you didn't make it to the Bayon? That's a pity as it is as fascinating as Ta Phrom is mesmerizing. With the faces looking at you from all angles at all times it is a unique experience, plus intricate bas reliefs which are stunning in their level of detail and sheer size (like the ones on Angkor Wat).  

 

But gives you reason to come back hehe ;-)

 

Whenever I talk to Sareth online I tell him I will be back to SR to see Bayon and the rest of the temples. I know what I missed and will be looking forward to going back. 

 

I agree wholeheartedly that this is along with previous reports by Numazu the best reports ever on this Forum.  The detail is amazing and brings the story to life.

 

I also agree there is much to appreciate in Asia and many other parts of the world as well other then our home countries.

 

 

Thanks firecat69. Such praise means a lot coming from you. I don't know about my reports being the best reports ever, but at least I know that a lot of you out there like what I write about. Hopefully I'll have the energy to write about Myanmar in December. I am planning it currently. 

 

Obviously I agree with all the praise, and in fact couldn't agree more. But in hindsight, I do wonder about the poll - less sex. It sure doesn't look like that, at least so far, I'd say there has been plenty of sex.

 

 

Thanks Alexx. Haha I guess there are more than a few sex encounters that I talked about. This trip is not as slutty as previous trips, but I understand from some of you that have wrote to me that even at my slowest sex days, it still seems a lot to some of you. I should slow down!

 

I may be alone in that but for me even more fascinating is Ta Som, minuscle temple with big fig tree strangling compltely one of her gates / gopuras /

 

 

I googled Ta Som and you are right, it looks fascinating. I will note it for future trips . Thanks vinapu.

 

 

Although normally I prefer to travel alone, your trip reports bring back fond memories when I traveled with friends in Cambodia.  Sharing meals always seemed to be relaxed and appreciated. I found the people very kind and good looking. One thing that I noticed that was different than Thailand was that the people would stare at me because of my height and size whereas the Thai do not openly do so. They seemed to have a simple yet difficult life, but seemed content.

 

I met a handsome waiter there and asked the owner if that waiter could sit and practice speaking with me for a while and tipped them both. The waiter was such a lovely sweet guy who hugged me when I left (he was straight).

 

I am happy to see that you treat the people well.  Great karma.

 

 

I travel with my BF, and with my best friends, about 50% of the time. The others 50% I spend my time in Thailand (and now Cambodia), and consider it traveling alone. But I do pick up company along the way, so I guess I'm not really alone for long. My companions give and teach me so much more than the paltry tip I give them in return. My money reserves gets filled back up every two weeks, but once-in-a-lifetime experiences are always harder to come by.

 

I thought my karma was not too good at the beginning of my trip, but once that was over, I think karma has smiled back at me.

 

that sounds very expensive, or rather sounds like buying a brand new one. Why not buy a decent 2nd hand one? I bought mine for only 24k Baht or roughly $700, 3 years old with 15k km (about 10k miles) on it. Been driving it for a year with no problems whatsoever. That way he could get started much sooner. Buying brand new is a waste of money IMO.

 

Hmmm, off someone in SR... it seemed it would be a romantic last night with CB.... but we shall see in the (as always) highly anticipated next instalment :-)

 

 

I guess from the price he is looking to buy a new one. I am not sure what his rationale is to buy an expensive one. I asked him just now on Line and will let you know what he says. I looked online and saw some used motorbikes going for $800 or so in PP, so it is possible to get a used one for a price similar to what you got.

 

CB knows me well. He knows I appreciate the romantic time together, as well as the thrill of having sex with a new sexy boy. He tried to give both on this last night. Was he successful? I guess you will find out on the next post.

Ha! I didn't mean to encourage you to slow down, please keep it up.

 

Regarding the motorbike, much like a fancy mobile phone among many young people around here, it also serves as a status symbol. You've said he and his family used to be very poor, so being able to buy a brand spanking new motorbike instead of some rusty secondhand hovel will be seen as quite an accomplishment.

 

So while I personally also feel tempted to say it would be wiser to buy a $700 moto and save the remaining money in the bank, I realize that it's unlikely to happen.

 

That's not at all limited to moneyboys, by the way. Among my Thai colleagues whose salary is significantly lower than mine, it's very common to buy the latest gadgets or cars they cannot really afford, without much of a thought given to the monthly payments that keep piling up. I probably have the cheapest phone among my colleagues and use it twice as long as anyone else before buying the next one.

Day 5.9: Goodnight, Cambodia

 

So you would think I’d be set with my boy selection in Siem Reap. I brought Cambodia Boy (CB), my handsome long-time money boy friend, and his best friends Fit Khmer (FK), the cute and lean muscular spontaneous sexy guy, and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) the passionate, gorgeous and equally sexy boy, with me to Siem Reap. One would think that any or all combinations of being with these three would be enough for me. If it were just only about sex, I’ll be set.

 

But its really more than just sex for me. Its about the experience. If it was just about sex, I would just stay home and find anonymous sex on Grindr, or once in a while get some from my BF. What I seek here is the experience. The main draw for me to come here as often as I do is the sex industry, be it as big and as brash as the one in Thailand, or the smaller, developing one in Cambodia. In the process I am blessed to meet characters like CB, and forever changed, for the better.

 

And I am the boy who doesn’t say no. I am the same way at work, that’s why I am successful in my job. I will find a way to do everything asked of me at work. And here, the mere mention of offing someone that night, at a country that has less cut-and-dry rules with offing boys than in Thailand, makes me interested. Not horny yet. We will see. I got horny when offing that Space Hair guy in Phnom Penh, so I'm sure one whiff of a new sexy boy will start my engines.

 

I go back to the room and take my portable battery to charge my phone. We then walk to Station Bar, going by Pub Street along the way. It rained earlier so the streets were wet and puddles have formed in the washed out areas of the sidewalk. If you pay attention, you can see how under-maintained the roads and sidewalks are in Cambodia. As the country develops, they would have to step up their efforts in maintaining the streets. Right now a lot of weaving and avoiding was done by me and the boys as we go through the streets of Siem Reap.

 

We get to Station Bar close to 10 PM, and our seats from last night were taken. There were more customers tonight. We sit on the couches further into the bar, and thankfully they were still good seats. I plug in my phone and turn it on. I see some messages from Sareth. I reply, and tell him we are now in Station Bar. I get a response asking if the place had many customers. I reply probably about 15-20. He asks me if any of the customers were cute. I tell him the dancers and waiters were, but not sure about the others. Then a party of 6 chinese tourists, 3 pairs of couples, male and female, came in. I tell Sareth that the guys in that party were cute. He asks me to take photos. I try my best but it was too dark in the bar.

 

The show starts and the numbers were a little bit different. Same formula of lip-syncing lady boys and guys, expertly choreographed dance numbers, all done with a lot of energy that gets everyone into it. I check out the dancers and the wait staff. I would say it was 50-50 for me. Half of them I considered hot and I could imagine sleeping with them. There was one dancer I like very much. And the waiter that was serving me my rum and coke was very very handsome.

 

Okay, so here’s where I grow a conscience. I am unsure of outing anyone in this bar as money boys. Its different when there are certain boys that are very popular and get discussed here in the forums (like the Tawan boys for example), but when it comes to boys that are fairly anonymous in a bar, I try to protect their identity so they won’t be harassed. I feel like this about Thailand money boys. Since Cambodia bars do not have set “offing rules” like Thailand (i.e. go to a bar, buy a drink/cover, pick a boy for short time or long time, pay the bar an off fee, tip the boy for his services), I feel that not all the people in a bar do it with customers for money. 

 

Prostitution in Cambodia is illegal, but prevalent, like Thailand. But I know in Thailand, bars pay “tea money” to be able to continue to subvert the law. I am not sure of the system in Cambodia, if there is any. If the bar doesn’t do it, I don’t want to expose any individual at a bar to be breaking the law, or be subject to unnecessary harassment. In my Phnom Penh posts, I changed my description of MilGuy enough so that he cannot be identified in Space Hair. From what I understand, the bar itself (Space Hair and others) do not sanction the offing, so just because a boy is in that bar doesn't mean he is offable. Maybe I am being overly cautious, but this is how I want things to be in my reports. Most people here are probably more comfortable in identifying the boys they off, and usually no trouble comes from it. I hope.

 

Anyway, enough with the disclaimers. I zero in on a boy I thought would be good to off. He might be one of the dancers or one of the waiters, but lets call him Station Boy (SBoy). SBoy was busy working during the 10 PM show, and with the place semi-packed, it was hard to make anything happen. The show was similar to last night’s, with a few songs changed. Same quality of entertainment still: the lip syncing was done expertly, the choreography professional and was expertly executed, and the talent entertaining and attractive (the boys and the ladyboys). The drinks were really good, and getting a refill was done pretty quickly. The boys were paying attention to the numbers, and were drinking pretty happily. I think they were expecting to drink a lot tonight.

 

I pull CB aside and tell him I liked SBoy, and pointed him out to CB. CB confirms to me if I wanted to off the boy. I said maybe, just maybe talk to him to see if he was OK. CB tells FK and GK my choice. They start talking for a bit, maybe strategizing or deciding if indeed the boy was offable. The show goes on without anything happening except for the excellent show. Then it was almost 11 PM and the show ends. The boys order another round of drinks and I do the same. We talk for a bit about the numbers we saw and the songs that were sung, and just enjoy our drinks.

 

CB set his plan into motion. He calls on a waiter that was closest to us and talks to him in Khmer. After a few exchanges, the waiter gets SBoy. After a few minutes SBoy goes to our corner and sits down next to CB. The boys talk to him for a while, and then CB introduced me to SBoy. SBoy talks to me in Khmer but the boys correct him. He asks me for my name in English and also asks me where I am from. SBoy turns to the boys and speaks to them more in Khmer. I let them do this for a while, seeing as there may be a few things they have to talk about. They laugh a few times and CB and FK mostly do the talking, with GK and SBoy listening on. CB squeezes my hand once in a while. And then CB asks SBoy some questions and SBoy replies in Khmer still. A few of these exchanges and SBoy takes out his cellphone, turns on his screen and gives it to CB. CB keys in his contacts in Line (?) and gives it back to SBoy. He nods at my direction as he leaves.

 

I ask CB what happened. CB tells me that SBoy had to get back to work for a while, but he has CB’s contacts. He says he can join us later. He told SBoy we were going to Temple Club after this to drink some more. I ask CB if he asked SBoy about my wish to off him. CB said he wasn’t sure about that yet, but he says that he has a good feeling about him. We stay in the bar for 10 more minutes until our drinks were finished.

 

I pay up ($30 or so) and we leave the bar. We head to Pub Street and see that the street was busy like last night. We get to Temple Club and it was a little bit less packed than last night. After going around the bar, we found an actual table that was unoccupied.  The table was somewhat in a corner and fairly close to the dance floor. The boys quickly descend on it and we sit down and get ready to drink some more. We get a menu and I ask the boys if they wanted to get drunk tonight. The answer was a resounding “YES!” from everyone. Jomtien boys, still want to drink. We agree on getting a pitcher of the Long Island Iced Tea, and a pitcher of Angkor beer. I can’t joke around with these boys, pitchers were the only way to go.

 

We get eight glasses, two for each boy and for each drink. CB pours me some Long Island because he knows how much I like it. FK distributed the beers to everyone’s glasses and we all raise a glass and toast to the night, and the week. It was definitely an action packed week and now, it was almost over. It went by so fast.

 

It was kind of hard to talk in the bar as the music was so loud. The boys were almost shouting as they tried to talk to me, and each other in Khmer. Sometimes one or all would stand up and dance to the beat. There was a moment where CB and GK were dancing to the beat, and FK and I were sitting down looking at both of them a the dance. He sits closer and puts his arm around me to pull me close. He asks me when I will go to Pattaya next. I tell him I don’t know for sure, but I will let CB know. FK tells me to let him know as well. He tells me he is going to give me his Line when we get back to the hotel. He tells me he wants to see me again. He then kisses me, in Temple Club. I return it with enthusiasm. Noone seems to mind in the club, including CB.

 

It was 12:30 PM when CB gets a call on his phone. It was SBoy, telling CB he was coming over to Temple Club. CB tells me. I almost forgot that SBoy was coming, or existed. I got up and danced with CB for a bit. GK and FK sat down to get more drinks. The beer pitcher was now empty, and the Long Island pitcher was almost done as well. We were all thirsty tonight. I tell CB to order more drinks so he gets another pitcher of beer and Long Islands, as well as more glasses for SBoy. There was another boy coming and he will be needing drinks.

 

After a few minutes we see SBoy looking for us in the club. FK bolts and fetches him. He was wearing different, more trendy clothes. He greets everyone and sits beside me. He asks for my name again and shakes my hand. The new pitchers and glasses come and FK serves SBoy some. SBoy says something in Khmer. Everyone is sitting down to welcome the newcomer. After a few words in Khmer, the boys switch to English to include me in the conversation. Not much conversation to be had of course, because of the music.

 

At some point the boys get up to dance in front of us. It was clear everyone had a lot to drink now. Everyone was more giggly and more playful. I was feellng a bit tipsy myself. SBoy was pleasant enough. He was very handsome, his hair styled very trendy, and his cologne smelled great and suited him. He was my type, young, tall and lean muscular. I was close to him but I wasn’t really excited to be close to him. I was more interested in the fun the other boys were having. It was nice to be in the presence of a new sexy boy but somehow the three Khmer wonders were occupying my brain right now.

 

Some more dancing, a drinking game, and multiple drinks later, it was now 1:30 AM. CB pulls me aside and asks me “What is happening now?” I tell him I just wanted to back to the hotel with him and his friends and call it a night. He was puzzled by this. “You sure?” I say yes. I wasn’t really feeling it. “He can go room with you. I know.” Yes but I am OK. I think we can just go home because I have a flight tomorrow. CB says OK. He whispers some words to FK and GK.

 

Pretty soon all the pitchers were empty and I ask for a bottled water. All night I was trying let the boys drink most of the alcohol because I didn’t want to get a hangover tomorrow. Still, I had a lot to drink. I ask CB to get the bill. When SBoy goes to the toilet, I ask CB if I need to tip SBoy. He says it was up to me. I told him I will give him $5. He said it was fine. I down the whole bottled water and SBoy comes back. CB tells him, in Khmer, that we were going home. I hand him $5 and he thanks me. He asks me if I wanted him to go back to the hotel room with them. I tell him no, without hesitation. He hugs me and waves goodbye to the boys. I pay about $32 for the pitchers and water.

 

Not quite the ending I thought the night would have. Maybe on a different night, if I was staying for another day, if I wasn’t accompanied by these dynamic boys, SBoy would’ve gone home with me and we would have had a nice time together. Right now, all I wanted was to go back to the hotel and call it a night.

 

We get to the hotel and get our keys and head back to the room. It was past 2 AM. I had to be up by 7 AM. CB knew this and instructed the boys to shower quickly and get to bed. FK and GK shower together and CB and I don’t even shower. CB and I both strip to our underwear and lay in bed.

 

Eventually, GK emerges from the bathroom in a towel and puts on underwear and lies down on the single bed to sleep. FK then finishes and was in a towel as well. He puts on boxer briefs and sits down on our queen bed. He asks me if he can join me and CB in bed. I say sure and look at CB, who was already asleep. I try to move CB more to his side to create more room for FK, and I occupy the center of the bed. FK turns off all the lights and then slips into the other side of the bed and lays down. FK immediately hugs and spoons me. He kisses my neck and face and says “Good night.”

 

It was a tight fit in the bed, but I was drunk and tired and didn’t care. I was the meat in a Khmer sandwich. Good night Cambodia.