Asia / Cambodia / Destinations / Travel

The Time I Accidentally took my Boyfriend to a Hooker Bar!

We were in Phnom Penh, the first destination on our visit to Cambodia. It’s such a fascinating city. The people are welcoming and of course there’s plenty of nightlife for the tourists who flock there to enjoy cheap beer and tasty Khmer cuisine.

After a day learning about the horrific Genocide that Cambodia suffer at the hands of Pol Pot, we needed a drink.

As we walked through the streets of the city, there was no end of bars to choose from. Anyone who knows me, knows I love a good, dingy rock bar. So after seeing it the night before, we decided (or more accurately, I suggested) we visit a rock bar that shared its name with a friend of mine from back in England.

I was under no illusions, I wasn’t expecting a high-class establishment. I was expecting a gritty rock bar similar to the rock bars I used to frequent back in my teenage years. The posters lining the staircase leading up to the bar and decorating the walls suggested good things. Posters of some of the greatest rock bands from around the world were, I thought, the sign of a good bar.

The bar was relatively empty as we arrived, so we ordered some local beer and decided to have a game of pool while we waited for it to liven up. As we played we were approached by a friendly member of the bar staff, who asked if Richard would like to join a pool competition. She didn’t pay much attention to me but given my appalling pool skills, I wasn’t surprised.

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The pool competition started and I sat at the bar, now paying more attention to the clientele and staff in the rock bar I had chosen to take my boyfriend to. The staff were all scantily dressed women. The customers were all middle aged, male, expats. There was not a single other woman, aside from myself, in the bar who was not working. For clarification, by working I mean they were serving drinks but also each paying particular attention to each customer personally. As one led off a middle-aged man to a room in the back, I was even more convinced that this wasn’t the bar for a young couple who just wanted some good old rock ‘n roll and a beer.

By this time though, Richard was signed up to the pool competition and I was silently wishing he would lose…quickly! For obvious reasons, the bartenders didn’t seem to appreciate my presence in their bar. Frosty glares were thrown my way, encouraging me to leave!

Yes, I’d taken my boyfriend to what could only be described as a brothel with pool tables. I was relieved to leave and no longer allowed to pick the bars for our evening drinks!

 

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