Angeles City is Dirty!

You can do a Google search if you want to know more about this amazing sleaze city!

Why do I like the place?
My previous hosts took me there for a fun, bar-hopping evening.
We then settled into a delightful oasis, the garden and pool of Orchid Inn!

The Philippines has a Spanish streak.
The Spanish colonists changed the name, the language, changed the religion and engaged in a wholesale breeding program unlike anything the British attempted in Africa or India. It must be assumed that the conquistadores fell in love with the Philippine islands. Re-named in a supreme contempt for local cultures, after king philip of Spain.

The Spanish twist is still very much evident in family names, the names of cities, words of the Philippine languages, the national name and the dominance of the Catholic Church. Arguably it is also the Spanish element that has produced a nation riddled with corruption.

Philippinos tend to revere their Spanish infusion. No question of re-naming the nation as Pampanga or something such. A European nose is rated more desirable than the delightful squat, islander nose. Some families are almost pure Spanish by descent, fabulously weathy, and proud of it.

So in mock Spanish, there is a "Cantina" in the sequestered garden of Orchid Inn, meaning a small restaurant without walls, open to the tropical breezes and looking out on the blue water of the pool.

Hotel prices in Angeles are cheaper than in Manila. And the hotels are tuned to Western requirements.

The down side is that prostitution is at the heart of the Angeles economy. Of course, prostitution is illegal,as you would expect under the surveillance of God and the Church. The fifty or so girly bars are not permitted to sell their girls. But there is no law prohibiting the girls from negotiating a fee for service. But the bar would fire them unless they compensated the owner for their unfortunate absence. And so the bars survive on a percentage.

Frankly it is fun in a way that Paris may have been and London never was. It is naughty and indecent, but at the same time incredibly picturesque. A tumble down muddy street, lined with edifices rising in the style of ancient Egypt or other fantastic notions. A playground for the male of the species who has been fleeced in the US or Australian divorce courts and wants to try his luck with the girls.

And gleaming new in the mid-day heat just a stone's throw away is the latest in the chain of Chinese owned shopping malls, the Clark SM. Up market, aircon, financially responsible in a way that the bars on Fields Avenue never could be.

Aileen liked the hotel, liked the shopping for exotic clothes, her first, we call it "bikini, two piece, but had no interest in the bars. - Except maybe the one where she recognised a nice girl from homesville, who was attired in very little and ready to shake it around on stage....or somewhere else...

Maybe we will go back there. There is indeed a liberating feel to the place!
Aileen tarted herself up with heavy make up, but frankly that scared the shit out of me. I prefer her as the somewhat cheeky but vulnerable, simple girl!