Let me introduce you to Frank. He’s a big guy and stands out in a crowd. If it isn’t the lantern jaw it’s the barn door wide shoulders, and muscles on his muscles. I’ve known Frank for a long time. He looks like a bouncer – a very rich bouncer.
Everything about him, from his immaculately cut hair, handmade London shirts, manicured hands, genuine Rolex, silk trousers, and leather loafers reeks of money. Then you visit his house. Set on a chunk of beachfront property, the house is three stories of sheer heaven; from the gym on the bottom floor to the master bedroom at the top. There’s a balcony you can play tennis on…doubles.
He’s a rich guy and the girls flock to him.
Is he a banker? No.
Does he invest in property? No… unless owning beach-front property qualifies.
He lives the Expat Rockstar lifestyle simply by sitting in front of his laptop and betting. Betting on sports events like Australian Open tennis tournament and betting on horses. He’ll bet on golf, politics, football, and on anything he can turn a profit. And he’s going to show me how…
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After reading Anthony Otomo’s article on Gambling in Cebu I started to get “the itch” for a bit of table action. So when Nick Gatsby and the Expat Player decided to take a quick trip to Phnom Penh I decided to tag along and hit a Cambodia’s main gamming center Naga World.
I hit a casino that was in an old rusting ship the last time I was in Phnom Penh (about 5 years ago) and it was a bit of a dump so I really wasn’t expecting much out of Naga World especially considering its silly Japanese theme park name. So when my moto taxi pulled in I was a bit shocked, it was actually a nice looking building complete with the standard casino flashing lights. So far so good I thought as I walked through the metal detector and ever present “no guns or explosives” sign you see all over Cambodia.
Ding, ding, ding, ding – Ahhhhh… the sweet song of a casino.
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Gambling, Girls and Clubbing in Cebu, Philippines
It had been about a year since I had last been to a casino, this is not something I am proud to say. For the last year wile working in Iraq I had been making do with those late night, thrown together, rag tag poker games with people that no serious poker player enjoys playing with.
Like the guy whose never played before so he can’t figure out when to get out of a hand. Or the guy who won’t play anything so you have to spend the whole night whittling him down to nothing. It is annoying, to say the least. So when the time for vacation came up for me I knew two things: I’m going to Southeast Asia and I’m going to a casino.
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