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Stories about SEX in the PHILIPPINES with HOOKERS

1."Cockroach Hotel " by Papa-san Thomas.

This story is a trip down memory lane , as it concerns one of my earliest visits to the Philippines, around 1976.

Met a European guy called Peter in Ermita. The same Peter who features in the story about my first trip to Brazil. Met him in the Philippines then linked up with him for a world tour some twelve years later.

Whilst in the Philippines , Peter introduced me to serious budget travel, especially in Cebu City where we checked into Queens Hotel at the end of Colon Street. P12 per day so you could imagine how long ago that was and how grotty Queens was. U$2 = Pesos 15 in those days. It was of course, a short time hotel only used by desperado‘s like us ,for regular accommodation.

Laying down on my bed on the first night , a huge cockroach ran over my bare chest. An awful feeling as those little feet scurry across your body. Got up, switched on the light and grabbed the best cockroach weapon ever invented , a plastic thong ,and set about to whack it so I could get back to sleep in peace.

By the time the sun rose the next morning I had thirteen cockroach corpses belly up like dead soldiers, outside my door. I never really did sleep , remaining on ‘Cockroach Alert’ most of the night.

Looks like the roaches are only used to people staying ‘short time’ and got a surprise to find someone occupying the bed all night. As I paid P12 for the room I wasn’t going to share my bed with any ‘freeloaders’ , even if it meant staying awake all night.

Once up and out of bed I headed for the shops and bought cockroach spray, putty to fill holes, and newspapers to block entrance under the door. Next night some still came in ,climbing up my neighbours walls and down into my room. I called out to Peter , humping a young lady next door , to stop sending his cockroaches into my room.

The cockroaches must have liked the high protein spunk diet supplied in abundance at a place like Queens, aka, ‘Cockroach Hotel‘. If they had any sense ,they would have all stayed in Peters room cause that’s where the spunk was.

Even though I was sharing my bed on most occasions with the occasional cockroach , I stayed there , cause Peter stayed there.

One source of amusement was looking out my tiny ’caged’ window at the main street below which formed a Tee with the end of Colon Street. On Sundays girls with their boyfriends exited a Church further down that same street. Some passed by, but there was the odd couple who took advantage of a discreet entrance to Queens under my room. First Church, confess their sins at Queens the previous Sunday, then back to Queens again. A never ending cycle no doubt.

Living in a P12 a night brothel is a real eye opener. Lots of rough stuff goes on inside those flimsy walls that do not go all the way to the ceiling, as there was no air con and not even a fan, thus the need for some sort of ventilation, especially for the rooms without windows.

One night a guy next to me was making noises that sounded like picking his woman up and dropping her on the floor all the time. I remember , getting angry and screaming out to him to stop it, and surprise - he did. Maybe it was some form of kinky sex they were involved in ?

Another night ,a girl opposite Peters and my room was crying for mercy , so I got out of my room , tapped on Peters door and we both went to the room in question, knocking on the door , Filipino guy opened it and there was a girl in tears who told us that the guy was burning her with his cigarette. She showed the burn marks all over her body.

We told the guy to get out, and get out he did. We had the numbers, and Pete can get a mean look on his face when he wants to. No, we didn’t partake of the distressed lady, we were whorists (aka ‘gentlemen of the night‘ ) , although ignorant of the fact , at the time. She stayed all night , cause for sure he would have been waiting for her outside if she’d left straight away.

Around this time we decided to check out of Queens before someone beat us up : ) We didn’t travel to the Philippines to act as policemen. I’ve never stayed in such a grotty/sleazey place since. I’ve inspected rooms that would give Queens a ‘shake’ but never dared to check in. On the odd occasion when I see such sub standard rooms, memories of the cockroaches crawling over me in Queens returns , and I’m in need of counselling : )

Cockroach Counselling - the fees are high ! It’s nice to be careful with your money , but if you have to share your bed with cockroaches , its best to stay home where you can get some sleep.

For the historically inclined ,Queens is still there, at the end of Colon Street. I noticed passing in a taxi not so long ago , that my former room has an air con hanging out the window and also saw giant cockroaches scurrying up the outside wall : ) Presume its more than P12 a day nowadays.

The air con won’t keep roaches out. I’ve found them inside refrigerators. They can survive any extremes of temperature, including very hot water !

Wonder if anyone else has got some roach stories ?

Oh well, gotta park the pen now and have a roach sandwich (high protein : )

Photo's of Queens follows...............

Queens Hotel , 7 Colon St , Cebu City. Front entrance. Young Lady outside , waiting for her rendesvouz ? . Eyes not shown to protect the 'innocent' : )

Fourth window across from the left (almost obliterated by the red roof , which has been built since my days) . That was my room. Street is Colon St , reputedly the 1st street built in the Philippines by the 'Spanyards' (Spaniards).

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