Angelwitch Bar

Angeles Bars are without a doubt one of Asia's best kept secrets. Having said that, they are also something travelers DO NOT want to miss! Angelwitch is one of Angeles City's best Go-Go-Bars, where the beer is cheap and the Bar Girls are ready and willing to show you a great time! We feature some of the Philippines hottest Bar Girls who are eager to make your trip to the Philippines a memorable one! 

Angelwitch is located in Angeles City, Philippines on Fields Avenue just outside the former U.S. Air Force's Clark Airfield, which was abandoned in 1991 after the eruption of Mt. Pinatubo nearly wiping out Angeles City. The Volcano lies dormant but the city lives on with nearly 100 Go-Go-Bars, most of which are located on or near Fields Avenue. Recently some International flights have been allowed into Clark Airfield making it easier than ever to visit Angeles Bars. If your carrier does not have flights into and out of Clark don't worry. It's a short taxi ride from Manila to Angeles City. 

Angelwitch is open daily from 6PM to 5AM or later, and offers happy hour between 6 & 8 PM which features 20% off all customer drinks, including imports! One of the most outstanding values in Angeles City. For you late night party animals, we feature exotic stage shows with Angeles City's hottest dancers, as well as a wide variety of take-out food. There are many Bars In Angeles, and you will want to visit all of the Bars on Fields Ave. but when you party in Angeles City Bars... be sure to join us in Angelwitch for a Rockin' Good Time!

Manila: Nightlife

There are three major places to party in Metro Manila = Makati City, Quezon City and Manila.
Makati City nightlife centers around the CBD Area flanked by Ayala Avenue, Makati Avenue and Pasong Tamo. To get there, tell your taxi driver to drop you on Greenbelt near the Church (or Landmark). You can also get on the MRT Station (traversing EDSA) and get off at Ayala Station, ask the security guard to point you to Greenbelt or Glorietta. Glorietta is a complex that houses mostly shops and restaurants that one can go in/out of for the whole day. The mall is divided in sections that allow you to decide whether to go for international or local brands. Greenbelt is where most of the bars and restaurants are located, it has a wide selection of international, local and asian restaurants. The reasonably priced ones (e.g., U$5 per meal) would be restaurants near the Cinema row on the 3rd level. The restaurants on Greenbelts 5 and 2 are mostly on the ground floor facing the gardens. Partying in Makati is a dress up activity, a lot of establishments will require the following attire: no slippers/flip flops, no sleeveless shirts for men, etc. Aside from the commercial areas, Makati also has a short list of small/apartment type bars that are interesting to go to.
Manila City nighlife centers around the Malate area, this area represents the Manila of old with some buildings dating to the Spanish era (in fact some travellers will swear the whole area even smells old). The restaurants and bars would cover the two/three blocks outward from the Remedios Circle going towards Nakpil Road. Malate is artsy, bohemian, street-wise and noisy loud. It's an interesting hodge-podge of the classy and cheap. On Nakpil, one can choose to eat noddles for for less than a dollar with a peddler or spend thirty for paellas at Casa Armas.
Quezon City nightlife is in the Tandang Sora District, its very difficult for a traveller to get to QC without a local in tow. But not just any local, it should be someone who really knows the district. QC is the teenage/juvenile haven of Metro Manila, because of its close proximity to a number of large universities and television stations - QC has a host of interesting bars and restaurants peppering the the whole district. A lot of bands and local acts start their careers in this area playing in clubs and underground cafes.
Other places of note for partying are: Pasig City's Eastwood Area and Taguig City's The Fort. Both places you would need a taxi to bring you to and a local to point you to the right places. The local bars and restaurants typically have a flyer or small pamplet like Circuit or Sports, this are free magazines that give information on the party scenes - pick one up for an update.

Check out the following places when you visit.,

Makati - Absinthe, Vodka Bar, Zuni, Havanna, Bollywood, Tabu, Murphys, Padre Damaso, Spicy Fingers. Its good also to drop by C. Palanca St two blocks away from Greenbelt 1 there are a lot of restaurants on that street.

Manila - Havanna, Library, Bed Malate
Quezon City - Clowns, Club Dredd,
The Fort - Aubergine, Embassy,

WATERWORLD

Way out in the wild Sulu Sea, where robberies and kidnappings are commonplace and the law of Sea Pirates is the only rule, tribes of aquatic gypsies live their entire lives at sea, touching land only to die

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AS THE SUN SINKS ON THE HORIZON, a wave of anxiety spreads among the inhabitants of the sprawling stilt shacks far out in the wild Sulu Sea. Muslim afternoon prayers are interrupted by the hum of outboard motors. Men rise from prayer rugs and rush outside, Armalite automatic guns at the ready.
Then, a relaxed sigh of recognition: The approaching boats are only the local dynamite fisherman, returning home from the twice-weekly illegal activity laden with booty. The weapons are stashed back inside the wooden huts and, as the boats dock, the sleepy sea village is transformed into a hive of activity. Women and children awake from mid-day naps to start cutting and drying the fish that is the staple of this remote community of sea gypsies.
Life more than 10 miles from any land is filled with hardship. But at night, the sole generator at Suang Pukul--- twenty shacks on the southwestern edge of the Philippines’ waters --- kicks in. Soon, the star-filled sky blinks with an odd twinkle of colored lights. And, the serenity of the Sulu Sea is stirred with the even odder strains of a reggae-disco version of "Jingle Bells."
Christmas spirit comes in all shapes and forms, but who would expect Yuletide cheer here, in the heartland of the Muslim rebellion zone, where no trees can be seen and the only wreaths are those given to Christian missionaries - generally at gunpoint?
Suang Pukul is populated by Badjao and Sama tribesmen, like scores of similar sea villages strewn across the Sulu Sea, from Brunei and Sabah on Borneo island all the way to Mindanao. Fiercely independent and equally iconoclastic, they are the proud remnants of the 500-year-old Sultanate of Sulu, an aquatic empire that eluded the control of a succession of colonial powers, including the Spanish and Americans. Modern buccaneers, they recognize no borders and no rule but that of the open sea, as they smuggle goods and guns across pirate-infested waters that form a sort of Silk Road of the Sea.
Theirs is a real-life Waterworld, from birth to death. Many children in Suang Pukul have never walked upon land. Instead, they make playgrounds among the tangle of wood-slat bridges that run helter skelter through the ramshackle communities miles from Sitangkai, the nearest landfall.
Not that it’s a deprived existence. Instead of wagons or bicycles, toddlers receive tiny rough-hewn canoes as presents. Water volleyball and piggy-back water wrestling games are their sports. And, just when I think I have finally found the sole site in the Philippines without a basketball court, on a motorboat tour of some nearby sea villages, over a rickety wooden deck, I spy a rusty metal hoop.
Reaching the remote sea villages isn’t an easy. Filipino officials warn away foreigners, and passports are demanded at departure points in Zamboanga, even though the islands are, legally anyway, part of the Philippines. It’s a frightening reminder that government control has never reached these untamed isles. Kidnappings are commonplace and insurrection is a cherished tradition. Despite a much-heralded truce signed this year with Muslim rebels, Sulu was the scene of fierce fighting just two months ago.
Guns are far more prevalent than beach gear as we island-hop down the string of 500 islands in the Sulu Sea. Yet, even without the all-night "Jingle Bells" serenade, the welcome is quite uplifting when we abruptly hop off a rented motorboat and announce, by way of presents and hand gestures, our intention to spend a few days amongst these rugged sea gypsies.
Still, Christmas preparations don’t amount to much amongst these devout Muslims. For stocking stuffers, there is little more than dried fish, a few rounds of ammunition and the occasional stick of dynamite.
All are readily available in Sitangkai, a town of about 10,000 people, where dynamite sells for about US$1.20 a stick, according to a Julbaya Parangsaya. "Of course, you must know where to go," he says, then sheepishly adds in a whisper: "We can take you if you want some, but it is ee-legal."
Sitangkai is hardly a city in any conventional sense. Local ferries dock a mile or so away at a floating wharf. Access is impossible across the shallow reef except by smaller boats. Cruising main street is remarkable. You do that by boat and the local teens hang out on a series of overhead bridges.
Hollywood wasted well over US$100 million on the sets of "Waterworld," which could have been filmed with stark realism in Sitangkai. Men in Muslim hats peer from murky storefronts and, danger seems to lurk down every alley.
There are no streets, only miles of wooden walkways that connect the city’s hundreds of stilt houses. There are mosques, schools, even an entire open-air food market, all perched over water.
Sitangkai does connect to a small island, but that’s deserted except for a series of cemeteries that display the multi-ethnic nature of the seafarers who passed this way. Besides Muslim and Chinese decorations, there are also totems, stick figures and small wooden ships, offerings to the animistic spirits who still linger.
But people? No way. "The island is for the dead," explains Hadji Yusof Abdulganih, who runs a one-room guesthouse for the dozen or so foreigners who slip into Sitangkai each year. "Around here, only the dead live on land."

Top 10 Reasons for Dating a Filipina Girl

Many Western men choose to build a relationship with a Filipina girl. Some even choose to marry a Filipina. But what makes Filipino women so wanted?

1. Filipina girls are renowned for their beauty .

They surely stand out among Asian women in terms of charm and femininity. If you think other way you probably have never seen Angela Perez Baraquio – the first Asian American and Filipino American who was crowned Miss America 2001 and Miss Hawaii .

2. Filipino girls are a delight to be around because of their disposition and personality .

Since birth Filipinas are raised in a special sense of honor called Delikadesa (or Delicadeza). Delicadeza is a Spanish term which when translated in English means daintiness. It is defined as a sense of propriety, an act of being refined or delicate in tastes and manners.

It is Delikadesa what gives Filipino women such admirable qualities and distinguish them from Western ladies. You will never find a proper Filipina bring shame onto herself and her family by lying, cheating, stealing, running around with different men or flunking out of school. It is one of the meanings of Delikadesa – pride in doing the right thing.

3. Filipinas are u nderstanding, patient and composed .

Most Filipina girls would never engage in a quarrel or a loud argument simply because this wouldn’t suit a real Lady . They are taught to speak politely, with a gentle tone of voice. Arguing is just not acceptable, along with public criticism. This soft spoken, quiet and understanding nature of the Filipina Ladies is the desired trait that Filipinas strive towards.

4. Filipina girls are generous and naturally caring and supportive .

The common spirit of survival has united the Filipinos for centuries making generosity and loyalty towards family a time-honored tradition. The caring and supportive nature of the Filipinas is apparent in the fact that there are no booming businesses for retirement homes or orphanages in the Philippines – they would never abandon a child or a member of the family in need.

5. Filipina girls believe in a one-man one-woman relationship .

Since there is no "absolute divorce" in the Philippines , Filipinas are raised in a high regard for the sanctity of marriage and consider it a life long commitment. Some, in fact many who marry these Filipina beauties, swear they make the best wives in the world – loyal, loving and faithful past death.

6. Filipina women put family first before money .

Faithfulness to the family is a tradition that is characteristic of the Filipino society. To the Filipina, family will always remain a great priority. Filipi no women , whom many would consider as coming from a relatively poor country, view the close loving bonds of their f amily as their wealth. They are more willing to sacrifice career than a family.

7. Filipinas are excellent home keepers .

Filipino ladies equate domestic responsibility with being a good wife – their home is a great source of pride for them and they do their best to create a warm and loving environment for their family. For the Filipina even yelling at home would mean de-facing her home so you will probably never find a Filipina woman screaming or breaking dishes.

8. Filipinas are well educated .

The Philippine culture attaches great importance to college education. Pride in accomplishment at school is instilled in Filipinas since their childhood and female college enrollment even exceeds that of the male. This affects the social positions too. Unlike other Asian countries where women tend to be in more subservient positions, the Philippines businesses are more accepting of women performing business. This is apparent with the current Philippine president Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo – the second Philippine woman to hold this esteemed position.

9. Filipino girls are religious .

The Philippines is predominantly Roman Catholic ( the only Christian nation in the Far East ) and it is common amongst Philippine families to raise their children in the church. So don’t be surprised if your Filipina girl is more devoted to her religion than you are to yours.

10. Filipina-American marriages are more successful than American-American marriages .

An interesting fact is that according to the statistics Filipina-American marriages arranged through dating services have a lower divorce rate (about 20%) than the standard American- American marriage (about 40%). Still, the statistics may vary according to which source you use.

Of course I have made some generalizations here but basically this should have answered your question why so many men prefer a Filipina girl for dating. If you too decide to give it a try and date a Filipina, I wish you luck – who knows, you might find the girl you’ve been looking for…

Pleasure, At Any Price

 

The fat guy smoking Pall Malls, he says he almost married one of those girls. Honest. He met her in a bar one of the last times he was in the Philippines and fell in love, almost bought her a ring and took her home. It didn’t work out, though, and he doesn’t say why because it doesn’t really matter. He shrugs.
The skinny kid with the knobby head understands. Same thing happened to him, sort of. She was 19, beautiful, didn’t wear makeup or anything. She was so…what’s the word? Simple. You know? “Just give her the American necessities and those are, like, her luxuries,” he tells the fat guy. “Let her live like a queen.”
The fat guy grins. His front teeth are missing, and he’s got hair like an oil slick, long and black and greasy. Oh yeah, lots of those girls want an American husband, and they’re not picky, either. “As long as you’re not married and you’ve got an income,” the guy says, “you’re good to go.”
It’s four o’clock in the morning in a Japanese airport, thirteen hours out of Detroit Metro, on a layover in Nagoya before the last 1,700 miles to Manila. The fat guy and the skinny kid found each other in the smoking lounge as if they had picked up a shared scent, a couple of misfit white guys dragging halfway around the planet.
Then another, a fellow traveler in a red running suit, walks over. He’s fiftyish and pudgy with gray hair and enough of a beard to cover a weak chin. He’s never been to the Philippines before, he tells them, just heard the stories about the bars and the girls, and now that he’s divorced, what the hell, treat himself. Still, he’s a little nervous about the whole thing.
The skinny kid knows that feeling, too. He was nervous his first time. It’s kind of weird, the way you can buy a girl for a couple of bucks, a different one every night, every hour if you want, walk around town with her and not even pretend it’s anything more than a cash transaction. “I walk into this place with my arm around this local girl, you know, and there’s all these guys sitting around looking at me,” he says. “And I’m thinking, I’m gonna get my ass kicked, you know?”
The fat guy’s grinning again. He knows where this is going.
“But then they’re all like, ‘Hey, American, come and drink with us!’ ”
“Oh yeah,” the fat guy says. “And after ten minutes, you’re not talking to them. You’re talking with them.”
They all nod, even the guy in red.
“Seriously,” the skinny kid says. “They love Americans.”

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There’s a girl on a small stage in a bar called the G-Spot Lounge in Angeles City, a sprawl of cinder block and tin about an hour northwest of Manila. She’s wearing a sky blue bikini that matches the powder Mamasan swabbed on her eyelids, along with enough blush and mascara to make her whole face itch. She hasn’t worn makeup since her first Communion, and then not so much.
She has a birth certificate that says she’s 19. It’s false, and obviously so, because she’s only 13, but nobody cares, because in the dark, under all that rouge and shadow, she looks old enough. All the girls—the other ones onstage, the ones waiting tables, the ones cuddling up to customers, sweet-talking foreign men into buying them drinks—look old enough, which isn’t very old at all.
An American man is yelling at her. “Hey, you!” he says. “Yeah, you. Dance! You’re getting paid to dance.”
She doesn’t really know how to dance, and the high-heeled boots she’s wearing make it even harder to fake it. Her arms are in close, holding her own bare torso in a loose hug, and she shifts her weight from foot to foot, gently twists her shoulders from one side to the other. Is that dancing? Is it close enough? Do they even care, the men watching, the Koreans and the Japanese, the Americans and the Aussies, the fat guys and the skinny kids sucking on stubby bottles of San Miguel?
Mamasan, the bar manager, will pay the girl 120 pesos to wear her bikini from six o’clock in the evening until three o’clock in the morning. She is supposed to dance for half an hour, then go work the room for a while and wait for her next shift onstage. If one of the men in the club buys her a drink, Mamasan will cut her in for fifty pesos, put it toward her debts: 1,300 for the boots, thirty-five more for a week’s laundry. Or maybe one of the customers will buy her for the night, give Mamasan 1,000 pesos—“bar fine,” they call it here, a term that’s both a noun and a verb—to take her out of the G-Spot, maybe to another club or a restaurant first but probably just to his hotel room. The girl would get half of that, about $9 American.
It’s her first night at the G-Spot. She’d gone looking for work a few days ago—up Fields Avenue, past Club Fantastic and Camelot and Stinger, past the sidewalk shops selling shirts , past the shoeshine boys and the peddlers with their bootleg Cialis, past all the other bars looking to hire dancers and waitresses and GROs, which is short for guest-relations officers, which is long and awkward for prostitute. “Must have happy personality,” the signs say, because no horny tourist is going to bar-fine a girl who isn’t any fun.

Angeles Again

So why do I go? Simple – the Philippines is basically a huge archipelago, meaning that, unless you’re headed for Manila itself, you need a connecting flight, and unless you’re lucky, that means at least one overnight stay. Of course there’s the Airport Hotel, which just a short walk away from the main terminal – but expensive – and if you’re going to fight it out with the Manila traffic, you might as well go the whole hog and stay in Angeles.
On this occasion, the journey to AC took about two hours in the car sent by Swiss Chalet Hotel – this was an Opel Astra Estate with tinted windows. This is the safest way to travel – in an unmarked car (i.e., not a taxi) which is impossible to see inside – because of potential problems when travelling through the shanty-town suburbs of Manila.
I arrived at Swiss Chalet at about 8.00 pm. I like Swiss Chalet because it is right in the middle of the Entertainment Zone, and about 50 paces from the nearest bar (Crystal Palace). Crystal Palace is connected to The Doll House, and that is adjacent to a strip of bars, so your exposure to Angeles street life is just 50 paces – an important consideration these days!
In the event, I went the long way round – about 20 paces down Real Street, then about 50 paces down A Santos Street and into Club Lancelot. It was about 9.00 pm and there were plenty of girls, but only a handful of customers. I ordered a San Mig Light, and settled down to one of my favourite preoccupations when arriving in the PI – comparing Filipinas to their Thai sisters. This was pursued with an unusually strong evidence-base this evening because I had just spent a week in Bangkok. I scanned the 20 or so Filipinas on stage, and compared them to the very similar sights I had seen in Soi Cowboy only 24 hours earlier, and came to the following conclusions:

-         Filipinas have more subcutaneous fat than Thais, and are more likely to have a slight tummy bulge. On the other hand they were better endowed in the breast department. 

-         They are a little shorter than Thai girls – probably due to a poorer diet.

-         Long straight hair is the norm, there were fewer fancy hairdo’s such as pigtails, fans, tapers, etc., the pony tail being the only variant.

-         Far fewer tattoos.

-         Rounder faces.

-         Fewer oldies/uglies, but fewer stunners.

-         Much easier to talk to as their command of English is far better.

-         They have a much better attitude and are much better managed. They were not allowed to pester customers, were grateful to be bought a drink, and were much more respectful generally.

-         On average they seemed younger than their Thai counterparts, the average age being around 20.

-         Many of them are seriously looking for a relationship with a westerner. 

-         They are reputed to make the best wives in the world, and there is no sin sot to pay – but of course, I have only rumour and not personal experience as the basis for that comment. 

It is impossible to watch the girls for long before one catches the eye. Accordingly, I ended up chatting to a girl whose name was, I think, Mercy (or one of the Cardinal Virtues). She was 22, from Samar (the Isaan of the PI) with a finely sculptured face and nose, and a hard body like a Thai girl’s. She was very quiet at first and I thought she was going to be hard work, but she opened up over a Lady Drink and told her tale. She had started in Lancelot a while ago as a Cherry Girl (a virgin), was bought by an Indonesian who supported her for a year while she went to college to train to be a teacher – then pulled the plug – so now she is back in the bar. She seemed (understandably) very sad about this, and as a result was not the best of company. Having said that, it is not uncommon to find ex-teachers among the bar girls of Angeles, as well as many other refugees from middle class jobs, and many who have finished high school or have university degrees – the reason being that even degree-level jobs pay peanuts. Thus, another point should be added to the list above: Filipina bar girls are generally better educated than their Thai sisters.
I went to Carousel next. This is an unrenovated bar with a large central carousel holding about 15 girls. The carousel is a tad slow, so if you spot a girl you like, it seems an age before she comes round again so that you can cop a second look. The waitress obligingly pointed out three newbies, one of whom tickled my fancy. Over a Lady Drink I found out that her name was Joy and that she was 19 and had a daughter who was six months old. We had a very good conversation, but she also seemed rather sad – she was there to earn enough money to provide for her daughter. Such conversations are interesting because they paint a realistic picture of the background of bargirl life – but they are not very erotic. I just end up feeling sorry for the girls rather than excited by them. As a result I gave her a 100 peso tip as I was paying my bill. She seemed quite surprised and was very grateful. This shows another difference from Thai girls. A typical Nana Plaza girl would have accepted it as her due and wished it was more.
After this, I visited two of my favourite ‘Superagogos’, Club Atlantis and Crystal Palace, though I won’t describe them here because I have covered them in a previous article. The bars in Angeles fall into two distinct groups – the Superagogos, which are Korean owned and bigger and glitzier than anything Thailand has to offer, and the rest – which are like Soi Cowboy bars before the recent wave of renovation. I have to say that I prefer this kind of bar. I believe that Soi Cowboy has lost a lot of its atmosphere in its new, shiny reincarnation. For example, I infinitely preferred the old ‘raw’ Rawhide to the bland new version.
An example of this was my next stop - the King of Diamonds, a small, rather tatty bar in Kokomo’s building. The girls seemed average at best, and some were a tad overweight (more than a tad in one case). I got chatting with a mamasan who bought me a drink, so of course I bought one in return. I had an interesting chat with her about the effects of the financial crisis on the PI – where it is not just a question of losing out on share prices, but of starvation. Naturally (she was only doing her job) she introduced me to two girls – one had a huge personality (along with a huge tummy bulge) and the other was slim and good-looking, but quiet. The personality girl ended up sat on my knee, and I bought both of them Lady Drinks. This, of course, is the magic of small bars. It is almost impossible to go in one without something happening, and it is easy to get caught up in the flow. However, it was not the kind of flow that I wanted. If the two girls had been combined in one – a lively personality with a pretty face and a slim body, I might have been interested, but as it was I decided to pay the bill, which seemed unbelievably small at 429 pesos.
So which is best, Thailand or the Philippines?  Well, there’s not even a choice this year. I used to go to the PI via Bangkok as it was the cheapest way to travel. This year I just can’t take a chance on Suvarnabhumi being closed again, so I’ll pay the extra and go direct. I’ll miss those hard-bodied Thai girls with the fancy hairstyles, but I’ll console myself with a big-breasted Filipina, good conversation, and a smaller bill at the end of the evening.