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DAY 8-9: Midnight romp with Kathy @ The Basement As I enter The Basement almost on the stroke of midnight, Cynthia is nowhere to be found. I ask youthful mamasan Rose about her, and she says, "Oh, it's her day off." "Can't be," I say. "I talked to Cynthia earlier*tonight, before I went...

Hey Ms Sarah, Thanks for your earlier response to brother cock throppled's insinuations. I also appreciate your perceptive question. Yes, the opportunity to post this report as my trip unfolds--in the heat of the battle, so to speak--has affected the quality of my experience in at least 3...

DAY 8 evening: Going on a bar hop After a snooze, I start tonight's barhop. First I stop in at my hotel bar, called "The Basement." Plenty of lookers on the stage, but one in particular stirs my mating instinct.*Radiantly sweet round face with blue eye shadow; meaty figure, yet not chubby; and...

DAY 8, trip from Angeles to Subic: Basking in seaside splendor Wake up with a firm resolve to carry through with my plan: to head for Barrio Barretto on Subic Bay, about a 1.5 hr bus ride from Angeles. Got a good thing going right here in Angeles--so why uproot myself? Well...I like variety...

Thanks, brother WingedHorse. Never imagined I'd be worthy of becoming the subject of a poem. You've definitely nailed my essential being in five rhymed couplets. If you write your next review in verse form too, that would please this poetry buff even more. Oceanic, you're a true kindred...

DAY 7 evening: Poon with Joy @ Cora Marie Cafe Around 5.30pm I head out with the plan to explore the backstreets a block or two south of Perimeter and Fields. I also have a vague sense I might end up at the Cora Marie Cafe and, just in case, put a hotel towel in my backpack, along with my...

DAY 7 continued: Massage with HE & chance encounter with a fascinating ex-pat Shortly after I return from seeing Ashley off, the electricity in my hotel dies. I enjoy the outdoor pool, then look for a place to have breakfast. A few blocks up the street, the New Premiere Resort has power. I...

Wow, plumbcrawl, interesting food for thought! Believe it or not, for a moment there I felt like gifting Jenny the P5000 to get desperately needed dental work done. But didn't have enough cash on me, and now those noble sentiments have subsided. Unless I took the trouble to find Jenny a dental...

Why so little pooner poetry? I always appreciate pooners who write with flair about their authentic experience. Without the example of brothers like Hatrick, Thommo or Martin spurring me on, I'd never have taken this hobby to adventurous lengths. There're mountains of pooning reviews, and...

The "Poet's Corner" section of the April 2014 SUBIC EXPRESS contains the following gem: The Winds of Change You're so young and I'm so old Still I'm longing for romance But I'll understand if I am told With you I stand no chance Oh! You are a silly old man I guess I am quite young But my...

DAY 6 evening to DAY 7 morning: Overnighter with Ashley @ Bar Rio Resume my barhop after the downpour. Go into a bar called Fire Pit and get welcomed by 38-yr-old Michelle, a strikingly lovely mature. She plausibly claims to have been a model in Manila in her younger days; now she's a waitress...

DAY 6 continued: Afternoon routine & bar crawl* Sit with my i-pad by the hotel reception near the entrance where the wi-fi is strongest. Suddenly I'm accosted by a pudgy-faced woman standing just outside in the street. She keeps bugging me--a total stranger--for money because "my mother is in...

DAY 6 in Angeles: On-premise romp with mature Jenny @ Cora Marie Cafe Wake up at 4am feeling well-rested, my erotic batteries recharged after yesterday's MSOG. First swim 20 laps, then switch on my i-pad at the bar by the pool. I notice Wilma, my chambermaid, sleeping all curled up on a deck...

DAY 5 continued: Fraternizing, massage & changing plans Spend the afternoon swimming, gorging on leftover chicken, writing and reading, snoozing...and swimming some more. That pool is worth its weight in gold for me. It's getting dark here around 6pm, but even after sunset the heat remains...

Brothers, your feedback warms my heart...and spurs me on to keep posting my travel blog. I'm pleasantly surprised about the dearth of naysayers--or perhaps I've convinced them all that responsible travelling hobbyism is really a good thing?:) One of the greatest things about a Philippine...

DAY 5 in Angeles: "Sneak-out" overnighter with Michelle @ Jolly Frog bar On my way back from meeting brother Martin, I cross paths with hordes of freelancers, among them none other than Belinda! The two of us had some great times plus minor drama back in December. Belinda is garrishly dolled...

DAY 4 evening: Meeting with brother Martin, one of my greatest pooning heroes Spend a leisurely afternoon reading a book, chatting with the hotel staff, swimming in the peacefully deserted pool. An off-season vacation has its perks. Solve the problem of ants by dousing the kitchen counter with...

DAY 4 continued: Smoky tumble with Ashley @ Prince of Wales wine bar Sleep till 10am, swim 20 laps, and polish off the roast chicken I bought last night. Give myself a testosterone shot into my bum. Take my laundry in and skim the newspaper at the mango lassi cafe. Read that Obama will visit...

DAY 4 in Angeles: Nocturnal wanderings My 4-hr walk around Koreatown left my face slightly sunburned, so I've trouble falling asleep. I decide to go for an after-midnight stroll to Fields, armed with my flashlight. But I only make it as far as the 24-hr massage spa beside the Eurasian hotel...

DAY 3 in Angeles: Poon with Kathy @ Det5 bar Did a 4-hr walkabout this morning--walking west along Perimeter to Koreatown and following Friendship Highway south all the way to the Abacan River bridge. The extensive Korean business strip, which includes many KTVs, restaurants, massage spas and...