{"id":733,"date":"2014-10-22T01:00:32","date_gmt":"2014-10-22T01:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yellowfeverhots.com\/?p=733"},"modified":"2021-04-08T10:04:58","modified_gmt":"2021-04-08T10:04:58","slug":"back-from-paradise-part-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.yellowfeverhots.com\/yellow-articles\/back-from-paradise-part-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Back from paradise – Part 2"},"content":{"rendered":"
Of course, yellowfeverhots.com<\/em> is primarily about hot Asian babes and disturbing Yellow Fever stories. Regardless, there was a little more to my Philippines visit than just tottie from heaven<\/strong>. Welcome to the 2nd part of back from paradise<\/strong>. – here you find Part 1<\/a> – Though I arrived in Manila with a major delay, as soon as I stepped out of that airplane, my mood swung to the positive. After all, who doesn’t appreciate it, when even the female officer at immigration turns out to be fairly attractive. Maybe I had my Asian goggles<\/a> on again…<\/p>\n Just so you know – this article is long! So, here are some quick links to cut to the crap<\/strong>. Also, this is not your typical in-depth travel guide. If anything, it’s quite the opposite, so you’ve been warned.<\/p>\n So, it was already in the evening… Time for some P Burgos action<\/strong> and plenty of hello sir!<\/em><\/strong> With the hotel right at the corner, it was only a short walk to experience some filth. Burgos is actually a district in Manila, but also hosts the red light district, a relatively short street called P Burgos. I’ve only managed to get down there once, but it generally appears as if the bars don’t host the same quality of girls, such as in Caf\u00e9 Havana<\/strong> for instance, which is located at the Greenbelt<\/strong> mall. However, don’t take my word for it, as I didn’t venture into the hardcore kind of places.<\/p>\n Even though I was tempted to have a peek into one of them<\/em> bars, especially when there is like four girls shoving each other while throwing flirtatious remarks at you, I didn’t. Anyway, I felt like grabbing a beer first – in some sort of a controlled environment, so I ended up at a more mainstream bar, where I sat next to some Filipina girl.<\/p>\n God, was she drunk! I was thinking, if she’s a hostess, then what the hell is she getting up to?<\/em><\/p>\n We got talking once I managed to find her tiny nose piercing that she dropped on the floor before. When she was bending over looking for it, the other people feared she was going to throw up. She wanted me to get the piercing back in the hole, so I gave it a go, but by the tears bursting out of her eyes, I could tell it wasn’t exactly pleasant. Even the bar dude tried – to no success. In the end she somehow managed to do it herself and started giving me her life story…<\/p>\n Apparently she had just split up with her Aussie boyfriend, who was cheating on her and all sorts of shit. Basically, she was a right mess, sobbing and drinking as if there was no tomorrow. I tried comforting her by making remarks such as what an asshole he must be<\/em> (but well, did she really expect him to behave otherwise?). It turned out, the dude was actually the owner of the bar… Whooops…<\/strong> Anyway, after a few drinks and a little more drama, she would tell me that she wants to come to my place, but that I couldn’t touch her<\/strong>. After all, she doesn’t even live in Manila, so she said. Aehhmmm, alright, nothing wrong with letting the gentleman take over in this situation and it wasn’t even about the cannot touch<\/em> remark – but this was just too weird as a whole<\/strong>. I wasn’t too sure anymore, if she is a hostess or not. In the end and after a few more desperate tears I had to get the hell out of there. Who knows how that would have turned out. Maybe she would have finally been sick all over the sheets or maybe it could have turned out quite a wild ride.<\/p>\n Now, I wish I would have gone with the unknown, as I managed to get myself into another little mess soon after. After a few more drinks I was on the way home, when I got talking to a girls combo<\/strong>. I admit they weren’t exactly the prettiest, but I thought, well hey, maybe they really understand how to execute what they’re advertising. So far so good, we agreed on 3.000 Pesos. After the embarrassing guest signing-in at the hotel and not going into details here, we went right ahead. During the course of the night the price had increased by another 1.000 Pesos, then thinking, fair enough, it’s two girls after all.<\/p>\n …and probably right so, because they are exactly the kind of girls you don’t want to end up with<\/strong>. The next morning both hookers seemed as if they were glued to the bed, basically not wanting to leave – then came the stories<\/strong>. All of the sudden there was an issue with having been at it<\/em> pretty much all night. Even more hilarious was the comment, that I am a sadist<\/strong>. Not even sure, but is pulling a hookers’ hair considered sadistic? \ud83d\ude09 One way or another it got them all creative with the pricing that had gone up by yet another 1.000 Pesos. After calmly conveying to them that they are obviously taking the piss, I started to get a little agitated. When they threatened me to call the police I responded:<\/p>\n ‘Sure, let’s call the police then. Even better, let’s call that manager of yours, insisting on 5.000 Pesos that we didn’t even agree on’.<\/em><\/p>\n Shit, was I gutted. It’s 7 or 9 in the morning, I have a hangover and now I need to get dressed and get out in the street to meet up with that witch of a pimp. Keeping my composure, I gave her the true story, while the other two birds continued bitching in the background (all along the lines, that once again I am a sadist and so forth). ‘Mhhh, ohhh, you were pulling their hair’<\/em>, was the pimps’ response and that calling the police was just going to get me in trouble. After a while I couldn’t be fucked anymore and gave in. Luckily, there was a cash point round the corner, so I could take out them lousy extra 1.000 Pesos (approx. \u00a313 \/ 23$ \/ 16\u20ac). Of course, I had plenty of money in the hotel room safe, but I felt that getting that out would have obviously been even more risky. I couldn’t help it, but send them bitches on their way with the sarcastic remark: ‘You want me to call you a taxi now as well?’<\/em>. They happily declined… On the way back I thought the guys at the hotel were going to give me a hard time too, since they were observing closely (surely didn’t help making it less awkward). Instead they gave me the whole:<\/p>\n ‘Of course, you should never go with girls like that, they’re baaaad, but if you want good ones……’<\/em><\/p>\n Another mate of mine (a girl) would arrive in Manila that same evening. A good excuse to restrain myself from getting into shit, such as with the RIP OFF Burgos girls<\/strong>. But before she would arrive late that evening, I would take a ride to Greenbelt. Yeah, you guess it, I couldn’t help myself, but to pay Caf\u00e9 Havana a visit for old times sake.<\/p>\n Say hello to Caf\u00e9 Havana. On weekends, it can get real frisky here with some quality Asian stunners.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n Basically I was killing time in style, having a few drinks, checking out some old dudes dancing with their twenty somethings and finally matching up with a girl myself, just for a jiggle though, as I had to return to the hotel to pick up my mate for a few drinks. So that night I actually made sure, I wouldn’t fuck up again (even though we ended up in P Burgos again).<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Getting around the Philippines isn’t always easy, at least when it comes to leaving or arriving somewhere in time. We found that out, when embarking on a 2.5 hours trip would end up taking approximately 6 hours<\/strong>. Basically, the bus was crawling along the road all the way to the Pagsanjan Falls<\/strong> area. On top of that, the air-con started to mess with me, but I couldn’t complain, since some of the locals were literally standing up for the whole duration of the trip. Having arrived in a random, but cosy looking town with no pre-booked hotel and the sun already having set, my vigilance sensors<\/strong> fired up again. Just like in Kuala Lumpur, I wanted to make sure, not to run into the next mishap – here you find more on that story<\/a>. However, the longer we stayed in some place and eventually wherever we happened to go in the Philippines, that restless feeling would be replaced with absolute comfort. Never did it actually feel as if there was a threat of any kind, so it’s easy to say, that the Philippines really are enormously easy going.<\/p>\n Wherever you turn, people are usually very friendly and helpful.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n Another false piece of information in regards to the Pagsanjan Falls is, that people will keep harassing you for tips. Yeah sure, some will ask for a tip here and there, but it is nowhere near as obtrusive as some people on the web claim it to be. One dude wanted to exchange his flip flops with mine, since they are original Havaianas.<\/p>\n\n
Nighttime = P Burgos<\/h2>\n
Now is she one or is she not?<\/h2>\n
Hell broke loose the next morning…<\/h2>\n
Alright, time for a break from all this messing about!<\/h2>\n
Mission ‘getting to the Pagsanjan Falls’<\/h2>\n