Balibago - north of Manila

[phenom]

Starry Days and Starry Nights
.............continuation


It was already mid morning on Saturday when I woke up with the still sleeping Starr in my embrace. What a night we had! Boozing and screwing our asses off like there’s no tomorrow. She had finished a half bottle of brandy and me cans upon cans of San Miguel cerveza. After being ravaged in the back by Starr’s toy egg, I had made slow and deliberate love with her. I had powered into her wet pussy in long sure strokes at an unhurried pace. There was no furious high rev pistoning. Even then, the pumping carried out solely in the missionary position had lasted hardly ten minutes before I released my full load into her heavenly warm gushing wet pulsating crevice. Another shower followed and then we nestled into each other comfortably on the bed as we enjoyed our drinks, conversation and the telly. Eventually we drifted into the other paradise……….

Fondly recollecting our joyous carnal reunion of a few hours ago, I took hold of her left hand, which was splayed across my chest, and placed it around my semi-erect hotrod. Her fingers curled over the stem and started to gently knead it. Lightly surprised, I glanced at her face on my shoulder and saw her dilated eyes peering dreamily through half closed eyelids.
“Mmmmmmmm.” She muttered sweetly in her transition from the never never land to the waking world. “What time is it now?”
“Time for brunch.” I replied.
“I am not hungry yet…………but your hotdog should be ok.” She laughed cheekily and proceeded to stroke my rising warrior with the hand that was clasped around it.

Wow! Her words and hand action were damn effective. Blood poured rapidly into the column, hardening it in seconds.
“See? He’s ready to be eaten.” Starr teased.
Without another word, she shifted her head downwards to the hairy undergrowth. She planted wet kisses around the shaft and balls before flicking out her tongue to lick the domed head.
“Umph! Umph! Umph!……..” She made quick snatches at it with her partially parted lips and then nibbled the sensitive smooth sphere with her gnashing teeth.
“Ooooh! Arghhh!” I alternated between cries of rousing pleasure and fleeting pain.

Her light biting continued down the veined skin of the engorged ramrod and onto the tightening folds of my scrotum. More wet tongue work on my private parts and then her mouth zeroed in on my upright shaft, devouring three quarters of it in one quick downward motion.
She was content to leave it inside her mouth for the next moments, keeping her head still and tasking her busy tongue inside to do the job of bringing me to ever-higher levels of sensual nirvana. Her lips soon joined in actively and together with her rigorously sucking mouth set forth to drawing out my male essence from deep inside my boiling cauldron of red-hot jizz.
It looked like she was not after any pronging but rather pursuing her declared statement of just eating my hotdog. She went on and on with the extended blowjob till my end was imminent.

“Where do you want my cum?” I warned her.
“All over my face and breasts.” She disengaged herself and laid down flat on her back, sweeping her full mane of hair away from her face.
I clambered over her body to aim my porker a foot above the region around her slightly parted lips. All it took was a few strokes with my fisted hand and the stream of sticky semen quirked all over her lower face and neck.. Her tongue flicked out to lick the globs around her lips and her hands came onto her cheeks and down her neck to spread the main puddles over her breasts.
“Ummmmmpppphh!” She purred sultrily as she continued rubbing my sperm around her delightful twin mounds.

As I squeezed down on my slowly deflating phallus, Starr raised her head and stuck out her tongue to collect the last few droplets of my milky ooze. I moved off to lie beside her and watch her smacking her lips and tongue merrily with the remnants of the goo. Her hands had by now spread the main force of the
seminal deluge all over her chest making it glisten in the oblique rays of sunlight streaming through the slits in the curtain.
It was not till after sometime when the semen on Starr’s body and face had already dried up that she made a move to get up from the bed to the bathroom. I followed suit and we ended up showering together once again.

By then it was late morning and as Starr preferred to laze around – good programme on the cable channels – rather than to take the trouble of dressing up and be fried under the hot mid-day sun, I went out alone to buy back some food. Food! Ah!……..I made a quick beeline for the lechon baboy stall at the junction of Fields Ave and MacArthur Highway. That’s charcoal roasted piglet Filipino style; soft tender succulent meat and thin crispy melt-in-the-mouth golden skin..….hmmm, heavenly! I brought back a half kilogram (costs only about S$5/-), some buns and drinks.

The rest of the day was spent cavorting around the spacious comfortable room. We alternately watched the telly nestled in the sofa while partaking in the food; and cuddling together in bed to savour the wonderful feelings of body-to-body contact. Evening came by soon enough and after some discussions, we decided to take a trike ride over to MacArthur Highway near Dau. The destination was to be the ……………Japanese restaurant for a fine meal of Sashimi and Udon. The place was not crowded and we had the full attention of the serving staff. An hour and many beers later we were done.

On the way back we dropped off at the fair grounds between M A Roxas Highway and First Street; a stone’s throw from our “hotel”. Like a child, Starr went around the various rides wanting to check out
virtually every one. We went up on quite a few; the “crash cars” being the most funfilled for us as we
had a hell of a time banging into each other amid her high pitched squeals of delight. Some other dizzying and stomach churning whirligigs later, we were fatigued out.
Enough outing for the evening, so we headed for the nearby Seven Eleven for our poisons and then zeroed in to our love nest a block away.The next few hours in our room was spent boozing and frolicking from the sofa to the bed; in the nude. Time seemed to stand still and before we knew it, it was way past midnight. We had a final round of rambunctious copulatory merriment; preceded by her excellent oral foreplay before we eventually called an end to the night.

I had earlier told her that I will be going on to Manila the next morning for my business meetings and would leave for home on Friday without coming back to Balibago even though I had all along planned on back-to-back weekends there as usual. My intention was of course to indulge in my usual favourite pastimes of barhopping and melon hunting.
I was always in search of new conquests and my repeats were few and far in between. In the case of Starr, I had gone way beyond my usual limits; having had her for an unprecedented grand total of six nights from three trips. Enough is enough and time to move on to other yet-to-be-tested pastures…..or so I thought.

Before we wandered off to slumberland, she had kept on asking me on when I will return; so much so that coupled with my soft spot for her “no-horse-run” service, I told her I will try to re-arrange my schedule to make it back and see her the next weekend.
Her mood had turned contemplative to the point of being forlorn and melancholy. She was genuinely hankering for more time with me. She had even wanted to follow me to Manila and be with me for the duration of my stay there. I was tempted to accede but had to reluctantly desist, as it would interfere greatly with my serious business. In the end, I made up my mind and promised her that I will make the necessary arrangements to go back to her for the next weekend.
Ah, there goes my barhopping plans but it will be more than made up for with the company of the delectable Starr. With that decision, I was actually excited and really look forward to another few days of carnal satisfaction in the arms…..and legs of my celestial companion.

The alarm on Starr’s handphone, which she had thoughtfully set for me, went off before dawn. Time to get up and embark on the two-hour road trip to downtown Manila. I looked at her watch on the bedside table and noted that it was only five-thirty; a good half an hour before what I told her I would like to wake up to.
Anticipating my question, she offered: “I want to play before you set off.”
“I am dead beat and have a full day of work ahead. No more exertions for me.” I warned her.
“You don’t have to fuck if you don’t want to. I just want to suck your hotdog again.” She winked at me wickedly and moved down onto my groin, positioning her face barely inches from my dick. Her fluttering fingers lovingly stroked the already hard column and she flicked out her darting tongue to occasionally jab at the tiny slit on the apex. She pursed her lips to blow an almost constant stream of warm air along the sides of my throbbing hard-on. This went on for some indeterminable minutes after which she angled her head so that she can rub my hot phallus flat against her cheek, with her tongue turning its attention to my hairy balls. She went on to suckle each testicle in turn, tongue incessantly exploring every little nook and cranny on the rough surface.

With gentle meticulous touches, she slowly steered my overworked sperm-producing factory to generate a final pool of pungent spunk for her hungry palate. Her delicate stroking fingers had done most of the work and she was ready to launch her closing assault.....with her mouth.
Her lips and teeth ringed the bulbous warhead, and with one smooth motion, plunged in till the tip scrapped her tonsils. She sucked hard, and with her wriggling tongue inside supplementing the excitation, I erupted mightily down her throat in no time.

[phenom]

Starry Days and Starry Nights: the second weekend


Starr gave me no peace during the following weekdays I was in Manila. She would call and sms me at various hours of the day and night, begging to be with me. She did not intend to turn up for work till after the coming weekend with me. She kept on asking me for the hotel I was staying at but I told her that my abode was not fixed as I kept moving from one of the Metro Manila cities to another; which of course was not really true. As I was kept busy during the days and some evenings meeting up with customers, she would be even more bored to stay alone at my hotel than at her home. Her pinning for me had infected my soft melting heart and I longed for the days to pass faster. Other than spending a few hours on two occasions at the Edsa International Entertainment Centre to booze and partake in the cheap thrills of eyeing skimpily clad nubile gyrating bodies, I did not chiong at all in the capital city.
Eventually Friday came by. Text messages flew between us. Our excitement permeates the airwaves. By late afternoon I was up on the Victory Liner heading towards my honey pot. On arrival at the Dau terminal, I made straight for my “hotel” which Starr had already booked for me. We had co-ordinated our timing so that we arrived at almost the same time; she was just a minute behind me.

We were apart for only a few days but our joyous embrace at our reunion would have (non-existent) onlookers believe that we had not seen each other for years. We grabbed and groped at each other. Our mouths docked, lips tightly clamped and tongues parrying furiously. After sucking the breaths out of our respective lungs, we disengaged and settled down to the nitty gritty. I looked at the huge luggage she had lugged along and burst out laughing. “Are you going on a round-the-world tour?”
She had practically brought along a whole wardrobe! Those clothes could last her a full fortnight! Yes, I had told her that it would be a long weekend of three nights this time as Monday will be SG’s National Day and we would have Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights together; one more than our usual two nights.
As it turned out, she again had no intention of going back home, preferring to spend every single minute of the sixty hours with me. Still, over a dozen change of clothes would be definitely way too much anyway one look at it. Later on, I was to realise that she was trying to spice up our extended rendezvous.with a constant refreshing swop of dresses and nightwear at every single opportunity. Whether it was after a shower or putting on attire to go out, she was always getting into something different. What a salivating fashion sideshow!!!

Anyway, we wasted no time in getting into the buff, taking a quickie wash-up and finally got onto the bed in a tangling web of flailing arms and legs. As if trying to make up for our six thousand four hundred and eighty minutes l—o—n—g separation, Starr started to literally devour me. From my head through my torso down to my feet, her mouth was frantically searching for some protuberance or other to pounce on. My ears, nose, lips, nipples, fingers, kneecaps, toes and finally my balls and dicky; they were not spared her relentless attack. When her lips and tongue had completed their arduous odyssey, she snuggled up to me and was contented with just lying by my side with my encircling arms hugging her tightly.
Her left hand was not idle; from drawing lazy circles on my chest, it traveled southwards to stroke my awakened warrior.

What followed was more of the blowing and screwing that she had been dishing out the past weekend. In the entire sixty hours that we were cloistered together, we repeated the funtastical boudoir romps; cosying ourselves in our “lovenest” and going out together only for the occasional meal outside. Most of the time we would eat in with the food and drink I went out alone to purchase. And of course we stocked up on the booze and snacks from the nearby SevenEleven. As mentioned earlier, I shall not go into the graphic details of the rest of our sweet glorious copulation and her mind-numbing fellatio. With plenty of time on our hands, we enjoyed ourselves carnally to the fullest; much like being on a honeymoon with nary a care on our single-tracked minds.

In our long weekend of sexual debauchery, Starr had sucked so illustriously at my phallic column for such great lengths of time that it seemed she was totally engrossed and enamoured by that meaty blood-filled gherkin. She would stuff that fat raw sausage into her hungry mouth at every other free moment and break into wide satiated grins upon every gush of cum juice splattering on her wanton face. That girl simply lives to blow and of course fuck as well. She was pretty adventurous too.
We had tried many variations of carnal activity as described previously in my other FRs on Starr. I had even attempted to unsuccessfully penetrate her virgin asshole but her cries of extreme pain made me stop going beyond the entry of my mushroom head. On one of the shower sessions, in the aftermath of ejaculation, she had requested a “golden shower”…..on her face. The thought of committing such a debasing act on a woman - even though it was her idea in the first place – made me draw the line. I offered some excuses of my urine being too smelly from the voluminous amount of alcohol in my system. Reluctantly, she accepted my explanation of not acceding but not before my promise of doing it to her another time…….a promise which she thankfully had not remembered.

So it was that our leisurely indulgement in lust eventually came to its predetermined conclusion on Monday morning when she once again sent me off to the bus liner terminal for my journey back to Manila and onward to home. It was a soulful goodbye and we parted with Starr’s rejoinder that she hope to see me again…….very soon.

But how soon?
I shall see about that!

[phenom]

The time has cum for me to once again booze and screw in the sextown.
Balibago; see you in two day's time.

[mongerx]

Phenom,

I will be in Balibago Nov. 23 - 30. If you are going to be in Balibago any of these dates, send me a message and let's get together for some bar hopping.

[phenom]

Originally Posted by mongerx

Phenom,

I will be in Balibago Nov. 23 - 30. If you are going to be in Balibago any of these dates, send me a message and let's get together for some bar hopping.

Alamak!
I was there from 11/11 to 16/11 and again from 19/11 to 21/11. Went on to Brunei and Sarawak after that and just got back home hours ago.
Anyway, I was stuck with Starr again all the time.

Coming: my FR titled Starr: Trekking the final frontiers.

[phenom]

Starr: Trekking the Final Frontiers


In The Final Frontier installment (fifth in the series) of the Star Trek movie franchise, the ship’s crew ventured to go boldly where no man had gone before.…...to the center of the galaxy in search of the Supreme Being.
In my own series of Starr sexventures, on our fifth rendezvous, I crossed tentatively into the darker realms of sexual debauchery in skimping the frontiers of kinky sextisfaction that I had not gone to before……the Golden Shower and the backdoor entry.

Not knowing how to pass the super long Deepavali/Raya holidays fruitfully, I made a last minute plan to visit my Manila customers from 16/11 to 19/11.
I managed to get my flights confirmed on Tuesday 9/11, two days before my intended departure. By making use of that 5-day break, I would have plenty of time to booze and screw before getting down to serious business.

But, disappointment was in store for me!
For two solid days, till I stepped onto the departing aircraft on Thursday afternoon, I tried to contact Starr to no avail. As I had done, the past two times, I initially sms-ed Starr to tell her not to go to work on the dates I intend to spend with her. Not receiving any reply after a couple of hours, I messaged her again.…..and again…...and again…….....

From that evening till my take-off on Thursday, I kept on trying; without success. Dito via e-mail. Even on my arrival in Manila very late at night (transiting) in BSB (I took Royal Brunei as I had planned to be in Oil-land on my return), and along the bus ride to Angeles City, I kept calling her number with the same “please try again” automated reply.
I arrived dejected at nearly 1am in Balibago. Making a beeline for Cheetah where she worked put an end to my hopes. The place had closed down and a banner in front proclaimed it as under renovation; to re-open soon as the Viper Room.

I immediately made some adjustments to my plans. I will look for her at her home in Dau later on as she had brought me pass and pointed out her residence during my previous trip.
I then left my backpack with an old time friend’s dressmaking shop (still open at that unholy hour) and started walking along the main drag to start my drinking spree. Since it was already 1.00am, I would drink till the last bar closes at daybreak, then have a leisurely breakfast before tucking in for a slumber till noon. In the afternoon I will set off on my search for Starr.

No sooner than I made up my mind as I ambled along than I happened to cast an eye to a bar across the road, on my right. That happened to be the Angel’s and among the group of three eye candies beckoning to me to patronise it was one golden tressed lass who was just beginning to turn around. Our gaze caught and…ohmigod!!!
It was STARR!!!!!!
I literally leaped over the deserted road and gathered her into my arms.

Surprise and joy appeared on our faces and coursed through our excited bodies. Words rushed out in torrents through our chattering mouths. We questioned and answered each other on our well being in the three months of our separation. I also queried her on her uncontactability and found out that her hp was at the repair shop. When the flood of emotions had subsided a millennium later, we took stock of the situation.
Starr had started work as a doorgirl two days ago. As she was still on duty, I had to pay her barfine to bring her away. I could either do that at that late hour to the undeserved advantage of the bar or I could leave Starr till the morrow and stick to my earlier plan of barhopping. But could I really tear myself away from the heavenly body that had occupied my mind for the last sixty or so hours? Of course NO!!!

I backtracked to the dressmaker a couple of hundred metres away to retrieve my luggage while Starr headed back inside Angel’s to change into her street clothes. We met up again minutes later and strolled the short distance to our regular hideout. There was only one room left and we took it. BIG MISTAKE!
That room was under renovation and there was no aircon ! What the heck was going on? No one seemed to know anything. I had already paid, the price had been increased from P990 to P1150 and the cashier was unable to effect any refund. @#$%^&*!!!

I was in no mood to search around for another hotel in those wee hours of the morning, as I knew very well that the nearby ones were in high likelihood fully booked. Finally it was the security guard that ran around trying to get things sorted out. The solution, after an hour of helter skelter, he offered was that another room would be made available only at 5am. I guess my no option but to get a couple hours of shuteye under the fan in the mess (fortunately the bed was ok) and take up the problem with the management after daybreak.

We laid down fully clothed and fell into deep sleep almost immediately; to be awaken at close to 5am by the heavy knocking on the door. The friendly guard announced that we could move over to the vacated and made-up replacement room. What a relief! Anyway, I was able to get the amount for that few hours in the sorry excuse of a room reduced to a quarter, ie my offer of P300 was accepted. Case closed.

Not surprisingly, we slept till the late morning. For brunch, I went out to my favourite lechon baboy stall at MacArthur Highway and bought back a portion of the crispy roasted piglet which we ate with fresh-from-the-oven pandesal; a very tasty local bread. Our tummies taken care of, we adjourned to the bed to indulge in the joys of the flesh.

That was the beginning of another four full days and nights of sexciting carnal fun with my precious Starr.
Much had been described about our boudoir romps in my long running posts on Starr. In this latest narration I won’t go into the details of her sucking mouth and her contracting pussy in the throes of orgasm nor would I repeat the many times of my cummiinnnggg on her face and body, in the depths of her tight cunt and in her wanton mouth.

Again, against the grain of my usual pattern of boozing till late in the night before settling for different chix for overnights, I was fully in the company of Starr in those five nights. I had a total of ten ejaculations, most of them on her face and into her mouth. There were also a lot of sucking and screwing around without any final eruption on my part. We spent most of the days and nights in the room, alternating between eating, sleeping,, screwing and cavorting around. The few times we went out were to the nearby internet café, SevenEleven convenience store and for some eating out once in a while.
So things were rather routine till on Sunday when I was finally edged on by the very persuasive Starr to favour her with a golden shower.

A Golden Shower?
Yes, that’s right. She wanted me to pee on her.
Now that was rather deviant, Its something I never thought I could even dream of doing. I mean isn’t it rather debasing to be on the receiving end of a stream of hot dirty urine raining down in all its revolting stench? She had first mentioned that she wanted to experience the feeling of being awash with my liquid bodily waste on our last weekend together in July. I had then dismissed that notion as totally nonsensical and gave it no further thought. She brought up the subject again on Friday, and all through to Sunday she kept on badgering me to give it a shot.

Ah well, just to humour her.
That afternoon we in bed were watching TV and drinking to our hearts’ content. We were fully nude.
When I got up to relieve myself she followed suit with a wicked glint in her eye. I thought that she was also going to empty her bladder but when we were inside the bathroom, she sat on the floor, inclined her body backwards and looked up at me pleading: “Over here please.”
I just stared at her.

“Pleassssssseeee.” She whined plaintively and reached out a hand to encircle my semi-erect firehose.
I didn’t think I had a choice. I couldn’t hold back the rising tide. She aimed my prick at her breasts and whistled cooing-ly.
“Come on.” She urged, slowly stroking along my by-now-full erection. I gave in.
Shoooosh!!! A powerful jet of golden threads shot out, hitting her smack on the neck. Upon contact, it splashed and rebounded, to fall again in multiple droplets on her bosom and face. An acrid odour of a melange of alcohol-tinged ammonia rose to fill the confined space.

“Oooooh! Feels gooooood” Starr murmured, eyes partially shut to savour the warm stream. Usually, when I booze, my bladder would hold for a pretty long time before the pressure built up strong enough for me to go to the toilet. The first visits therefore result in an outpouring of a substantial amount of the bodily fluid.
Like torrential rain, my falling urine seemed endless, threatening to drown the giggling girl in an acidic flood. All the while, as she luxuriated in the warmth of the flowing wastewater, her hands was busy; deliberately and slowly pumping on my responsive cock. When it finally dispensed its last drop, she got onto her knees and leaned forward, bringing her open mouth upon the mushroom head.

Her hand then reached for the tap and turned it on, sending a light spray of cold shower gravitating down upon us. She closed her eyes as her face assumed a dream-like trance. Her tightly clamped lips effectively entrapped my swollen head for her snaking tongue to weave its magic inside. Slowly at first but gradually gaining speed, the tip of the swirling striated muscle painted my highly sensitized dome. One hand went under my balls to massage them and the other began to pump my shaft maddeningly.

The suddenness of the surprise blowjob and the very kinky-ness of the wet wet scene heightened my libido. Feeling the rising tide, she let go her sucking mouth and moved back her head to receive the full force of my spurts on her sultry face…………......

[pinktits]

hi balibago cheongsters,

i am new to the philippines cheong scene. Been here only 2 trips. Do not dare to take their transport as still not very familiar. Basically have read all the forum regarding phils cheong scene. So far only been to Air Force 1 flight 168 health spa. I did post the rate at forum "philippines info any?'. because of reading the forum, horny and gian so no choice ..spend $$$ in AF1 taking a cab.

I would like to try balibago, but currently now in sgp. Based on page 1 or so description to get there...is there any major changes. Victory liner (still 99pesos). Description only to balibago CBD from dau bus station. When i am at balibago CBD..how to go back to dau bus station, any indication on the jeepney. Please enlighten.

Thanks in advance.

pinktits

[roadster01]

Hi, I am very new here and is now given Philippines under my care as part of work from this year. Though visited Manila/Makati on adhoc basis, normally just been to AF1 and some other 'clubs', am very new to Manila/Makati still.

Will be there these couple of days from today starting my new territorial coverage. Would appreciate any pointers and contacts there for quick startup.

Meanwhile, I will share any contacts I may have once more 'into' the action asap.

Cheers.

[phenom]

Originally Posted by pinktits

hi balibago cheongsters,
I would like to try balibago, but currently now in sgp. Based on page 1 or so description to get there...is there any major changes. Victory liner (still 99pesos). Description only to balibago CBD from dau bus station. When i am at balibago CBD..how to go back to dau bus station, any indication on the jeepney. Please enlighten.

Thanks in advance.

pinktits

After you have indulged in the pleasures of that sextown, you wouldn't want to get back!
Seriously, all you have to do is ask the friendly people there and they will tell you.
Anyway, you have a choice of the all-present tricycles at P50 a pop. Hop in and the driver will get you there in a jiffy.
Then again, for a tenth of that princely amount, you can either go to the Checkpoint and get onto a jeepney with the "Dau"sign. Alternatively, hail a passing one at MacArthur Highway from the direction of Angeles City towards Dau (at the end of Fields avenue, just cross the highway); usually with a "Mabalacat"sign.

[phenom]

Hahaha!!!

I am heading thataway again this Saturday morning for my Starr.

Will be there till after the Lunar New Year. Kekeke!!!

[pinktits]

Originally Posted by phenom

After you have indulged in the pleasures of that sextown, you wouldn't want to get back!
Seriously, all you have to do is ask the friendly people there and they will tell you.
Anyway, you have a choice of the all-present tricycles at P50 a pop. Hop in and the driver will get you there in a jiffy.
Then again, for a tenth of that princely amount, you can either go to the Checkpoint and get onto a jeepney with the "Dau"sign. Alternatively, hail a passing one at MacArthur Highway from the direction of Angeles City towards Dau (at the end of Fields avenue, just cross the highway); usually with a "Mabalacat"sign.

Hi Phenom,

A thousand thanks!

pinktits

[mongerx]

Now you can fly directly into the little town of big sin from SIN on Tiger (To Clark AFB.) There are offering three flights weekly and have an introductory promotional fare of S$25.98 one way. Now I want everybody to go screw there brains out, because I really want Tiger to continue these flights so I can go all the time!

[Freestyler69]

Originally Posted by mongerx

Now you can fly directly into the little town of big sin from SIN on Tiger (To Clark AFB.) There are offering three flights weekly and have an introductory promotional fare of S$25.98 one way. Now I want everybody to go screw there brains out, because I really want Tiger to continue these flights so I can go all the time!

yea just got their newsletter today confirming that. It's great cos it's cheap and saves you valuable time to get to Angeles from MNL, especially the mad traffic there.

It's dirt cheap in Angeles but do not expect same satndard like BKK or Hatyai, even Danuk/Golok/Betong/Batam/balai seems alittle more advanced than Angeles. But quality wise, it's up to your luck..go early and you get the best worms..

Cheers

[phenom]

My umpteempth pilgrimage to the City of Fallen Angels commences tomorrow.

[jgw]

After reading the happenings in Balibago, I booked myself a ticket on TigerAirways from 6 July to 10 July to Clark-Airbase. How far is Balibago from Clark Airbase? Any brothers will be there during that time? I have been to Manila many times but never been to Balibago. Slowly reading the forum and gathering info.