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someone else who had suffered the indignity and screamed their heads off when it was applied to the short arm.
However, for the more tight-fisted, there was the other end of the market: the dark harbour. Indeed, sometimes it was so dark it was difficult to see the faces of the ladies (often with good reason) plying their ancient trade. It was the case of Hobsonâs choice. However the delights of the dark harbour were not to the taste of the modest, the particular or the faint hearted.
A punter had to stand in line on the quay and wait; similar to standing in a taxi queue. When a taxi did arrive you couldnât say: âI donât fancy the look of mineâ and offer it to the next man. The sampans containing the ladies would be queuing up in cab rank just out of the glow of the dim harbour lights. As the sampan hove-to out of the gloom, to the horror of a first time punter, the presence of the Chinese male rower was observed. He would be facing them during the act. The presence of this potential voyeur would be rather off putting to the self-conscious first timer. The indignant and protesting new punter would be vigorously assured by the female concerned, that the rower was as blind as a bat, deaf and dumb and to back this up at no time did the man in question ever speak or make a sound.
There was no time for hesitation, with curses from the impatient men behind: âmake your bloody mind up Chum, who did you expect, Marlene Dietrich?â Many a faint-hearted punter would exclaim âbugger this for a larkâ and leave. A willing client then had to carefully negotiate his way onto the rising and falling sampan. Money had to be handed over first as these ladies had been caught out before in the past, usually by a skint âJolly Jackâ. The rat-arsed sailor concerned had no problems boarding the bobbing sampan. Taking his hurried pleasures, the sailor would then smartly hoist up the Blue Peter along with his bell bottoms and promptly abandon ship, briskly striking out to a conveniently lowered Jacobâs ladder. Once aboard his vessel and swinging snug in his hammock, the guilty sailor would be as difficult for the Military Police to locate as the shipâs cat at midnight.
Once the money had changed hands the âblind boat-manâ would leisurely cast off into the shadows. Needless to say, many a serviceman found it impossible to perform under these conditions. There were no refunds. Business completed, the new punter would soon find himself sitting in a rickshaw heading for the barracks. He would no doubt be pondering the oriental skill of the inscrutable boatman who despite being blind, deaf and dumb, found his way perfectly around the busy harbour and never once collided with the dozens of other milling sampans and their copulating occupants, floating restaurants and the numerous other harbour craft. He would also be hoping and praying he had not caught the dreaded âFrench diseaseâ!
The more enterprising, health conscious and particular neâer-do-wells went to Golden Hill to meet a better class of lady, harbouring fraudulent intensions. They would be wearing cheap white cotton slacks, shirt and plimsolls. They would take their pleasures; being a high class establishment you paid after the event. These fraudulent punters would then politely excuse themselves wearing only their underwear and plimsolls and head for the toilets outside. Once outside, they would leg it leaving behind their cheap clothes with the lady, who by then was going through their empty pockets. Then after a few minutes the lady in question would become suspicious and realize she had beenwell and truly had. She would then rush out and shout down to the crowd below the Chinese equivalent of âStop that dirty, thieving, long-nosed white bastard!â
All the pimps, street vendors and any lurking redcaps or NCOs would give chase. Stealing sexual pleasures was taken very seriously in Hong Kong, the
However, for the more tight-fisted, there was the other end of the market: the dark harbour. Indeed, sometimes it was so dark it was difficult to see the faces of the ladies (often with good reason) plying their ancient trade. It was the case of Hobsonâs choice. However the delights of the dark harbour were not to the taste of the modest, the particular or the faint hearted.
A punter had to stand in line on the quay and wait; similar to standing in a taxi queue. When a taxi did arrive you couldnât say: âI donât fancy the look of mineâ and offer it to the next man. The sampans containing the ladies would be queuing up in cab rank just out of the glow of the dim harbour lights. As the sampan hove-to out of the gloom, to the horror of a first time punter, the presence of the Chinese male rower was observed. He would be facing them during the act. The presence of this potential voyeur would be rather off putting to the self-conscious first timer. The indignant and protesting new punter would be vigorously assured by the female concerned, that the rower was as blind as a bat, deaf and dumb and to back this up at no time did the man in question ever speak or make a sound.
There was no time for hesitation, with curses from the impatient men behind: âmake your bloody mind up Chum, who did you expect, Marlene Dietrich?â Many a faint-hearted punter would exclaim âbugger this for a larkâ and leave. A willing client then had to carefully negotiate his way onto the rising and falling sampan. Money had to be handed over first as these ladies had been caught out before in the past, usually by a skint âJolly Jackâ. The rat-arsed sailor concerned had no problems boarding the bobbing sampan. Taking his hurried pleasures, the sailor would then smartly hoist up the Blue Peter along with his bell bottoms and promptly abandon ship, briskly striking out to a conveniently lowered Jacobâs ladder. Once aboard his vessel and swinging snug in his hammock, the guilty sailor would be as difficult for the Military Police to locate as the shipâs cat at midnight.
Once the money had changed hands the âblind boat-manâ would leisurely cast off into the shadows. Needless to say, many a serviceman found it impossible to perform under these conditions. There were no refunds. Business completed, the new punter would soon find himself sitting in a rickshaw heading for the barracks. He would no doubt be pondering the oriental skill of the inscrutable boatman who despite being blind, deaf and dumb, found his way perfectly around the busy harbour and never once collided with the dozens of other milling sampans and their copulating occupants, floating restaurants and the numerous other harbour craft. He would also be hoping and praying he had not caught the dreaded âFrench diseaseâ!
The more enterprising, health conscious and particular neâer-do-wells went to Golden Hill to meet a better class of lady, harbouring fraudulent intensions. They would be wearing cheap white cotton slacks, shirt and plimsolls. They would take their pleasures; being a high class establishment you paid after the event. These fraudulent punters would then politely excuse themselves wearing only their underwear and plimsolls and head for the toilets outside. Once outside, they would leg it leaving behind their cheap clothes with the lady, who by then was going through their empty pockets. Then after a few minutes the lady in question would become suspicious and realize she had beenwell and truly had. She would then rush out and shout down to the crowd below the Chinese equivalent of âStop that dirty, thieving, long-nosed white bastard!â
All the pimps, street vendors and any lurking redcaps or NCOs would give chase. Stealing sexual pleasures was taken very seriously in Hong Kong, the
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