[The following is a true account of my trip to Thailand] Note: $1 = ~25 Baht] Passed through Bangkok immigration fairly fast but arrived after 11pm, too late for any of the buses to Pattaya or into the city. Instead had to contend with the taxis again. Was not able to get any of them to turn on their meters and ended up bargaining a 250 baht fare to the Sukhumvit Crown, Soi 8. 540 baht a night at the Crown, same as last year. Hotel isn't much to look at, but I value its prime location. After check in went immediately to have a look at the new Thermae, just a few doors down from the old one, towards Soi Cowboy. The setup inside is remarkably similar, but somewhat more spacious. The most obvious difference is the addition of a large horseshoe shaped bar placed in the center around which people sit. It's about 12:30am and the crowd's still pretty light. A couple of the booths are packed with girls, but they have a bit too much of a streetwise, jaded, hard edge for my taste. After talking to a girl from Chiang Mai who won't go back with me because, she says, her uncle works at the Crown (and I'm not about to go off with her to her place after just meeting her). I settle on a girl sitting by herself at a back table. She says she is Thai but has a distinctly Chinese face. She's dressed in a printed skirt and jacket outfit and is quite chubby. This I use to get her to lower her allnight price from over 1000 baht to 700. Her name is Goolop. She's 33, has no baby, and is the first girl I sleep with who, near as I can tell, cannot speak one word of English. She's a happy, passionate girl, though, and we manage to communicate just the same. And to add to this unusual combination of a non English speaking, over 30, Thermae girl with no baby, Goolop turns out to be an expert masseuse. My 700 baht goes far, as once back in my room we undress and she bathes me, literally scrubbing every inch of my body, all on her own initiative. Back on the bed, she proceeds to give just as thorough a massage, pressing, pulling, and yanking my every joint and muscle. We make love three times during the night, Goolop as passionate and practiced in this art as her others. At one point the stereotype of the secret sexual passion of oriental girls comes to mind, her being the embodiment. She having done everything else for me so far, the next morning I have her shave my face, which she also does with great care and expertise. Finally around noon time we head out for a buffet lunch at the Ambassador Hotel. I'm unable to find the dining area initially, for like Thermae, they've redone the block. The large Ambassador Hotel sign on Sukhumvit is gone, replaced by a KFC logo. We have to walk down an additional couple of doors and then down a long alley way before finding the buffet, and I feel a slight pang at the loss of another small part of Bangkok's character. The buffet is the same as before, just a few baht more expensive. I pay Goolop at the table and afterward we part on Sukhumvit with a kiss on the cheek. My original plan was to go directly to Pattaya from the airport instead of spending the night in Bangkok. So now the next afternoon, I make my run. I pack up and check out and take a metered taxi to Ekamai bus station for 57 baht just in time to cat the 3pm aircon express to Pattaya for 66 baht. It's about a three hour ride to Pattaya terminal, and then a 20 baht blue taxi (actually a covered pickup truck with two rows of benches) to 2nd Road where I check into the Apex Hotel. The room is slightly smaller than at the Crown but it comes with a built in safe deposit box and refrigerator stocked with beer, soft drinks, and water (in addition to a large double bed, aircon, color TV, and hot shower) all for only 250 baht a night. To me, an excellent deal. The Apex is also centrally located near many beer bars and the rest of the action. There is in fact a beer bar literally next door. And after check in, when I head out to exchange a traveler's cheque, I walk past and speak to a girl whom only moments before I saw waiting at the hotel desk. She says remember me and we start talking. Her name is Oy and we agree on a 500 baht all night (it's only about 6:30pm), plus a 150 baht barfine, less than half what I'd pay for a Bangkok bargirl.
We locate a money exchange together and then go back to my room for a mid evening session, after which Oy says she's hungry (and I'm quite thirsty). We go back downstairs to her bar, she gets a small bottle of a Japanese vitamin D drink (it tastes citrusy) and I have a couple of quick bottles of Klosters. Too quick perhaps, for they give me a significant buzz on my empty stomach. We then go out hand in hand and she gives me the grand walking tour of Pattaya Beach and 2nd Roads, checking out all the beer bars, go-go bars, and Marine Disco. We stop for a light fried rice meal at a small place for about 40 baht and I have another Klosters. She tells me that when she first saw me at the hotel front desk, she was just saying goodby to a German man whom she'd been with for the last two weeks at 500 baht a day. Before that she'd been with a Swiss guy who paid her 20,000 baht for a month's of her company. I can see why men would want to go long time with her. She's about 5'1" with a lot of curves, and a natural beauty, most of the time wearing no makeup at all. She's still young at 22 and also doesn't have a baby, another plus. I am a little uncomfortable around her. I'm in room 427 and she spent the last two weeks in room 412 down the hall, and is calling my every move. Even more so, after being with the last two guys, her German is apparently better than her English, and I'm a little disconcerted she can tell me my age in German. In general, the mark, so to speak, of der Fatherland is found throughout Pattaya, with many shops advertising that they "sprechen Deutsch." The farang population itself also seems to average at least 20 years older than me. This impression at one point framed by the sight of a fat bald gray haired man, well past 60, with a teenaged Thai girl on this lap. Oy and I circle back to my hotel and retire to intimacy. I find her to have one of the most erogenous bodies of any Thai girl I've been with. She seems able to almost get off on just nipple sucking alone. I follow this by going down on her in a determined manner. She stops me before coming saying "condom, condom." I penetrate her, side by side, and ride her through, the padded head board protecting her pate, as she moans and gasps in a manner deserving of video release. We make love once more the next morning, and after a shower, say goodby until evening. It's only about 9:30am, a little early for me. I generally like to keep a girl at least until noon but since I didn't make that a prior condition I can't really make her stay. In the end though, it's a good thing. It gives me a chance to get caught up in my diary, plus a girl kept too long becomes a ball and chain, keeping me from tasting all the surrounding delights. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ After a $3 American food buffet breakfast at the Lek Hotel, I walk around and shop, my first full day in Pattaya, and record the recent past events. In the afternoon I head out again, bringing my umbrella, as the skys have become threatening. After exchanging a TC, I stop at a near empty beer bar to wait out a sudden cloud burst. I speak to a tiny slim Thai girl sitting in hot pants and a top. She's 25 and has a kid, but still has a nice body. I decide I'd prefer to get to know her better, seeing the rain from inside my hotel, so we go off for a 300 baht short time, no bar fine. She's a passionate lover, generally the case with the older ones in my experience, and I'm able to make her come through penetration alone, my own orgasm finally coming at the end. Though I'm clearly a "cheap charlie" relative to the rest of the farang, I must have some added value, for even at 300 baht she's asking to see me again this evening. I don't have change for her, so with the rain stopped, we go out, buy a couple of ice cream bars and sit on the curb, while I read the Bangkok Post. For the first time, I read something about a U.S. cruise missle attack on Iraq. She finally takes off on a motorbike taxi and I walk back along 2nd Road. I'm soon approached by a girl as she parks her motorbike. She says she's from Singapore and wants to know where Soi 5 is. Before I can answer she goes into some story about intending to set up a business in Pattaya. She then grabs my hand and starts dragging me down 2nd Road saying we're going to a hotel, that I can have her for free. I spotted a scam the moment she pulled up to me, but let her drag me along since I was heading that way anyway. As soon as we turn into a soi, though, I yank her off and wave by-by, not caring to find out what's waiting for in the hotel. I head back to Beach Road wandering around and see a big banner advertising internet access. I go into the Apple Pattaya Computer Co., Ltd. on 183/12 Soi Post Office and ask for e-mail. And for 50 baht I sit in front of Mac and type out a quick "electronic post card" home. The place isn't exactly a cybercafe, but I'm glad to have been able to send word back. I grab a cheeseburger at the Beach Road McDonalds and decide to check out of the Apex and into the White Inn near 2nd Rd and Soi 14, a much more prime location, and still very reasonable at 400 baht/night for a room with aircon, TV, hot shower, and stocked refrigerator. Today has become short time day, as after check in, I'm at another bar bringing back another girl, 150 baht barfine. She's 20, no baby, kinda chubby, but with a very beautiful angelic face. The problem is she turns out to be painfully shy and sad, not a workable combination. After perhaps two hours with her I give up, her silent stare unbreakable. She says she's only been in Pattaya 2 months and has had very few men. As unresponsive as she behaves, her pussy becomes very wet. But as I probe it with my fingers I retrieve a somewhat milky fluid with a few small white lumps. Not being into yeast infections myself, I quickly wash my hands, tell her to see a doctor, dress, and send here on her way, she refusing any money. With the night still early, I go out and stop at a next door beer bar full of about 20 very agressive Thai girls. I'm having to pull their hands off me as I settle down with a Klosters while they all vie for me to pay them out. I don't really care for any of them. They're all well past 25, many past 30, or 35 even, with a hard mean edge to them. Finally, after a few minutes of prodding, I take a plainly dressed 20 year old who's been quiet behind the bar. We take the short walk back to the White Inn. She's thin, under 5 feet tall, no baby, also named Oy, with classic Thai features. A beautiful young thing. We have a 500 baht short time together. She also turns out to be very shy, but in a playful manner, and we have a good time. It's now after 11 and I've been with four different girls today. I'm tired and decide it's time to find one more, a good one, to spend the night with. I've sort of gone through the spectrum of bar girls, and now simply want a "good heart," one whom I can talk to and whose company I'll enjoy. Around midnight I find myself at the Bamboo Bar near the Marine Disco and start talking to a girl in a long blue print dress. Her name is Puk, she's 30, looks older, 4'9", been in Pattaya 4 years, and has one kid. Her manner is uncharacteristically soft and I bring her back for a 500 baht all night. She turns out to be a good pick, very affectionate, as she manages to sleep the whole time with her body wrapped around mine. We turn out to both be tired, for we don't get up until about 2pm the next afternoon. We shower, dress, and walk over to the P72 restaurant for a late lunch. Afterwards I agree to see her again at 10pm at the Bamboo Bar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ran a couple of errands and then briefly visited the actual beach at Pattaya, walking on the light brown sand and dipping my hand in the water, touching the Gulf of Thailand. After a barbequed chicken leg and Klosters at a beer bar, went after a massage, eventually making my way, after a couple of stops, all the way over to 2nd Rd and Soi 3 to the Sabailand Massage Parlor. It's a well outfitted place, apparently intended to cater as much to the Japanese tourist as the western farang. A massage is 350 baht, anything more you work out with the girl. This seems significantly cheaper than the 1500 baht up front another place near the Marine Disco wanted that I wandered into on a previous night. Unlike some places, the girls here are able to look back at you through the glass as they sit on stairs in gowns apparently watching TV. At least half either ignore me or stare back coldly, but a fair number also smile and invite me to choose them. Eventually I give in to one particularly cute girl whose enticements are unrelenting.
Number 169 is named June and in person she is as warm and friendly as behind glass. She's 22, about 4'10", no baby, with her hair only a little below her ears and dyed brown. Sabailand seems so high rent my only complaint is they don't offer a laundry service for farang who've spent too much time walking around humid Pattaya. June leads me up to a room divided between a twin bed against the wall and a bath with a double wide tub. We undress and she thoroughly washes me in the tub and then leads me out to an air mattress where after reducing a dozen bars of soap to liquid with a big brush, pours this over me as I lay on my stomach. Her massage is both intense and sensual, culminating in her rubbing and sliding her entire tiny body up and down against mine. I turn over and she repeats this, and I respond with a full erection. This of course is the point, to arose me intensely, and then to ask how much I will pay to make love to her. This always being my intention, I don't feel like a fool, and we agree on 1000 baht. After rinsing and drying we go over to the bed where I first go down on her, bringing her to a throbbing orgasm, and then penetrate her to a second. Afterwards, I ask her for all night and promise to return at 11 the next night where she will go with me for 1200 baht plus the 350 bar fine. We part after a drink together and I briefly check out the Sabai Room Massage Parlor across the street. This place seems particularly tailored to the Japanese, half the customers at the bar appearing so, with the establishment's business card itself also containing a Japanese translation. But I don't find the girls any more numerous or attractive, so remain content with my first choice. At 10pm I find my way back to the Bamboo Bar to see Puk again. She's there to go with me again for the night, but is not open to my wanting to bring a second girl along. Instead she fixes me up with two others whom I instead take back. I find them ok but not stunners, both in their early to mid 20's. One of them lied to me about not having a baby, her stomach strongly showing the effects of pregnancy. She also proceeds both to smoke a cigarette in my room again my wishes and to help herself to a beer from my refrigerator. In addition, she's absolutely adamant against any girl-girl action, which to me was part of the point of bringing back two. This is finally too much and I ask her to leave, me keeping the other, who's obviously spent less time in bars. They refuse to split, however, so I'm left having to dump them both, but manage to get off only paying them each 300 baht. So again I find myself alone past midnight looking for female company 'til morning. After going up and down a few sois, I settle on a short haired, large breasted, slightly chubby girl named Nom. I pay the 200 baht bar fine and we agree on 700 baht all night. She's 23, no baby, and has only spent a little time in Pattaya, the bar life having ground away very little of her innocence or "good heart." We enjoy the night together but she gets up a few times complaining of a sinus reaction to the wet weather. At 9:30 the next morning she says she needs to go to the doctor for some medicine but will be back at 11 and asks for me to pay her her 700 baht now. Having had little sleep, I prefer to remain in bed and also tell her I don't have the money, the previous night's entertainment having tapped me out, and would have to go out to an exchange booth which I don't want to do now. Instead I give her 200 baht and the hotel business card so she can find her way back, then return to bed to sleep and wait for her. I awake after 1pm with Nom apparently never showing, and never getting her additional 500 baht. Having given her all the time I could, I decide to let the whole thing pass, and go out for some khao phat and to wait out the returning rain. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ At around 6pm I'm back on Beach Rd. checking out the scene and end up at the Best Friend Bar, a group of about a dozen open air beer bars. I make my way through them. Nearly all without any customers to keep company, the half dozen girls in each plead with me to sit down with them. I end up at the rear bar mostly because one of the girls there is wearing a fishnet top and nothing underneath, completely exposing her well formed breasts. My arousal turns to disappointment though, as I soon find out she's a ladyboy. My attention then turns to the girl next to her, this one anatomically natural, who rather than preening in the exagerated femininity of a ladyboy, instead chooses to dress in biker girl garb complete with a permanent sneer. I hook onto her, pay the 150 baht barfine and take her back to my hotel for a 300 baht short time. Her name is Somboo. She's in her early 20's, no baby, comes from Bangkok, and is the only child of two retired teachers, a part of her bargirl income supplementing their pensions. A good deal of her tough girl attitude dissolves when I remove her clothes, replaced instead with the more typical "I'm shy, I'm shy" Thai modesty. Not intending to spend the whole evening with her, I don't spend much time easing into foreplay, and soon am screwing her. Because of the number of girls I'm averaging, or just being in my early 30's and past my sexual peak, I don't come as quickly or easily as I did a few years ago. This is all the better from the girl's point of view, though, as the period of conjugation has become sufficiently long for me to consistantly bring them to vaginal orgasm. My own ejaculation follows only with determined will. Having pleased Somboo, and myself, we lay together a couple of minutes in post coital congress and then shower and dress. Alone with me in my hotel room favors Somboo, over the alternative of returning to the bar, as she lingers for at least an additional 15 minutes talking and showing me the perfume and makeup she keeps in her little short time bag. After a while, though, I do see her off, wanting to get on with my evening, and not promising to visit her again later on at her bar. It's past 8:30 and I wander down Soi Post Office, get a coconut from a vendor, and settle down at a go-go bar, my first since coming to Pattaya. I don't think much of the place. The girls wear conservative two piece outfits and dance rather listlessly arund their stage poles. I get one of them to sit next to me and find out her all night price is 500 baht to the bar and 1000 to her, an amount I have no plans of paying. A couple of expensive lady drinks later and I've put out a total of 265 baht, enough for me. So I pay up and hop on a blue taxi cross town to the Sabailand Massage Parlor. June, the girl I was supposed to meet there and who made me promise to show ("no bullshit") is instead a no show herself, several telling me she didn't come in that day. Well, whatever. I'm disappointed and pick another girl, this one the spitting image of Sung Hi Lee, without the breast implants. She gives me an extremely pleasant full body massage but I keep my hands off her, not caring to incur a possible additional fee or tip, and instead stick with the 350 baht obligatory. She's willing to spend the night with me for 1500 baht but I pass, her reaching for a cigarette having dampened my desire. I ride back to cruise the beer bars once more for my last night in Pattaya and end up at one with an absolutely stunning girl of 18. Her face is perfect and she looks right off the cover of a Thai fashion or teen magazine. I can have her the night for a 200 baht barfine and 1000 baht to her, all negotiated through the mamasan. I give in to this one, thinking this is about the best you can possibly do, but soon regret my choice. Her maturity level is indeed that of an 18 year old, if not an 8 year old, for she's all whining and pouting, and has a shyness complex to the point where she can't stand for me to look at her, her beautiful naked body on my bed something I'm unable to keep my eyes off of. We go back and forth with this for a few minutes, my sucking on her nipples and clit not sufficiently loosening her up. Finally I've had enough, and she wants to go. So she does, fortunately not demanding any payment for what was for both of us an unenjoyable experience and a waste of time. By now I'm emotionally burned out on all this. It's after 1am and I'd just as soon go to bed, but not alone. I stop at the first beer bar in the other direction next to my hotel, and find this hole in the wall populated by a single bar maid and a single bar girl, both over 30. I never bother learning the bar girl's name. She's a darker brown, has wavy hair and is slightly thick at 5'3". She seems nice enough, though has little to say, the girl behind the bar assuring me she has a "good heart." That's all I'm looking for at this point, so I pay the bar 150 and take this large eyed native girl for a 500 baht all night. I am both too tired and too depressed to attempt anything more that night so we just have a quick shower together and fall asleep in each other's arms. The next morning I feel otherwise, somewhat, and wake to have her at 8am and again at 9:30. We shower, dress, and talk some, she again being the type who finds my company preferable to being alone. I learn I'm her first farang in a long time (maybe first ever, her English is very poor), she drawing her income simply by sitting on a bar stool. Like every girl I've been with in Pattaya, she tells me she hates Arabs. From what I could gather, the basic stereotype is that they have a strong odor, have rough unshaven faces with mustaches, and enjoy being rough, sadistically so. In any case, clearly they must feel welcome. Because, although half the signs in Pattaya are in German, half the tourists are Arab. I finally send her off, she sorry to go, and pack up and check out, wanting to make the 12:00 bus back to Ekamai station. Bangkok, Thailand. On the blue taxi to the bus, I leave Pattaya with one final image: across from me sits a 70 year old man in shorts and a tank top, his huge round beer gut protruding beneath, and one hand holding that of the bored teenage Thai girl sitting next to him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The 3 hour bus ride is followed by a half hour taxi ride through typical Bangkok afternoon gridlock to go the couple dozen blocks back to my hotel, the Sukhumvit Crown off of Soi 8. Right after check in I head over to MK Ways Travel Agency on Wireless Road to arrange a trip to Laos and Cambodia. The whole thing comes to 11,440 baht including airline tickets and Laos visa. Probably not the greatest deal but they're a reputable place, having arranged my trip last year to Vietnam. The only snag is having to give up my passport for a few days to get the Laos visa stamped in, and thus being unable to exchange any traveler's cheques. Fortunately the numerous Bangkok ATMs allow me to still access my bank account and get a credit card cash advance. This I immediately take advantage of, grabbing a quick 5000 baht.
After dinner at Robinson's Food Court, I decide to check out the scene at Nana Plaza. It's much the same as last year, a bit more crowded, the second level now fully populated with bars and now a third level beginning to fill up. I finally settle down at one of the ground level places after circling around and having a quick look inside of all the others. A singha, blaring music and scantily clad Thai girl encouraging me to buy her out or at least buy her a lady drink, bring back clear memories of the same action a year ago. I never find out the prices, and after only one beer go off instead to Patpong. Patpong also seems the same as when I last left it, the touts just as obnoxious and unrelenting as before. I also make the rounds there, eventually giving in to a full body massage at one of the local establishments. 500 baht gets you the massage, anything more you work out with the girl. I choose a young thin one with small firm breasts. She leads me to a room both smaller and more cheaply appointed than anything in Sabailand in Pattaya. Having had enough past experience with Patpong rip offs, I play this one pretty cautious, going just for the massage. I get more anyway, as the girl works to jerk and blow me off, at one point in a 69, her pussy and ass right against my face. Feeling where this was leading to, my coming and a threatened demand for another 1000 or 1500 baht, I cut the action short and leave before things deteriorate further. I spend some time in one of the bars and catch a couple pussy shows, involving fire and popping balloons, before hopping on a taxi to Thermae, my last stop. I get a Singha there and check out the scene for an hour or so, meeting many girls who want to go short time, few all night. The chances of getting an all night chick for 500 baht don't seem very good, as opposed to last year when picking one up took very little effort. The larger space of the new Thermae seems to contribute to this; it just feels a little less intimate, requiring more often for me to walk over to connect to a girl rather than just turn and face her. The crowd itself is also smaller and the place just isn't as packed as last year, although I may just be in on an off night. And certainly in this place I'm not having to fend off the gropers like before, unless they've gone too. I finally end up with a girl for 700 baht, 35 years old and very petite. Choosing her ends up being a major mistake. Like cut out figures before me, one bad sign pops up after another. She's 35 and has never had a baby, essentially unheard of in Thailand. She walks with me out of Thermae carrying a bottle of Singha, rare for a Thai to like her brew that much. When crossing Sukhumvit she chooses to head right across the dangerous street rather than take the foot bridge. Once in my room, she declines to take a shower saying she just took one an hour or two ago. Only a farang would ever say that. She asks for her 700 baht up front, not afterwards, as is customary. When I see her up close in the light of my room, her 35 year old face has the many fine lines and wrinkles around the eyes and cheeks of a woman at least 10 years older. Her long brown hair is unusually wavy and curlie (naturally so) for a Thai girl. When I undress her, she is rail thin with sticks for legs, but with natural breasts of a shape so youthful and firm they could belong to a teenager, an American one. She also has a bubbly giddy laughter and babbling manner that begins to make me uncomfortable. Finally, she starts telling me about herself. She's been going to Thermae and hopping all the other 24 hour bars in Bangkok, many unknown to most Thais and farangs, for years now. They are her sole source of income. A few years ago, she tells me, a man kept buying her drinks until she fell over drunk. Rather than lose face, by her rationale, she learned to drink. A lot. She clearly weighed well under a hundred pounds but said she could put away a 6 pack of beer like nothing, and that men who have tried to get her drunk for amusement, walked away in frustration after she downed a half dozen or more. She said she could drink maybe 12 beers before becoming significantly incapacitated. At this point it became obvious that her physical appearance bore the ravages of booze, and alcoholism had effected her mentally, along with living a clearly hard street life. Sharing my room for the night with a booze addled crazy chick is not my idea of fun, to say nothing of the fact that I found her more than a little scary. Rather than lose sleeping keeping an eye on her, I ask her to leave. And the trouble begins. I refused to give her her 700 baht all night fee for an hour or so of time and she becomes violent, raising her empty beer bottle ready to strike me with it. I throw 360 baht at her and she starts screaming. I tell her to get dressed and get out, now. She refuses to leave with the 360. More flailing and shouting follow, and rather than let this deteriorate to something I'll seriously regret, manage to get rid of her for 500 baht, her pointing to a handle sticking from her bag, saying it's a long knife. It's after 4am, but in my mind I see no reason to let this deranged woman keep me from having company for what remains of the night. I get back on Sukhumvit heading for Thermae and stop along the way to talk to the passing girls, apparently done for the night. I meet Na. Her full name is Niayana, she's a Khmer girl from Khorat and is dressed in gray jeans and a black shirt. She's 27, no baby, but had a miscarriage at 4 months. She's rather quiet but tends to be unsmiling and direct. We agree on a 500 baht all night and return to my room, where both exhausted, we don't get very far before falling asleep. The next morning, though, I have her a couple of times, particularly enjoying her smooth brown skin, completely hairless except for a light patch on her pubic mound. We talk about spending some time together. I'm in Bangkok for a few more days until the next leg of my trip, and at this point, settling on just one girl to spend it with has taken on a whole new appeal. We make love again in the early afternoon, the hotel maid's knock finally prompting us to rise. We go out for coffee and part, briefly meeting again an hour later to return to my room before going to Robinson's for a late lunch. Afterwards we shop a little, she buying some postcards to mail out, and go back to my hotel for her to write them and me to make a long diary entry. She heads out at 8:30 for a prior commitment, an evening with some friends, a married couple, but she wants to get back with me at 11. This kind of arrangement is a bit unusual for me, but I don't miss the familiar monotony of evening pickups, and I still have a couple of hours left to go out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I check out Soi Cowboy and not notice any difference from last year; pretty much the same street lined both sides with go-go bars. After a Singha at one of them I go over to the Renoir Club on Soi 33, a somewhat high rent bar and restaurant catering to farang and Thai businessmen. A 150 baht Kloster at the bar and a cola lady drink for one of the hostesses later, I take a taxi back to my hotel and meet Na there waiting for me. We are only up in my room briefly before going back out to Thermae for a beer. We intend to spend only about an hour there but it stretches to two and a half as I wait around while she talks to the many older farang friends she seems to have acquired there over time. My patience with her spent, I start seriously looking for alternate overnight company. I soon settle on a girl of 28 for a 500 baht all night and return to my hotel after a quick by-by to Na. Her name is Soo. She's from Buriram and had a baby when she was only 15. Her body apparently had not fully developed at the time, for the only sign of her pregnancy are a few fine stretch marks, her breasts and stomach still very firm. I only have her a couple of times before she takes off about 11:30am leaving me the rest of the day to myself. I take advantage of this to have a look around Chinatown, eventually walking the entire length of Yaowarat after a brief tour of Hua Lamphong railway station. Earlier on I had to take about a half hour break to wait out a sudden downpour.
Having had enough of a hike, I opt for a taxi and swing over to Petchaburi Road. I end up at Soi 47 and go into the Paris Turkish Bath Massage Parlor. 1200 baht up front pays for a 2 hour bath, full body massage, and fuck, overall the best deal I've found for such. The girl I pick is only 18 and doesn't speak a word of English, but as I've found, you can still have a lot of fun with someone using a minimum of verbal exchanges. Afterwards I head back to Sukhumvit, withdraw some more cash, and then walk to Nana Plaza. My timing's good as I enter the Pretty Girl bar, for they've started dancing there completely naked. I pick a stool at the stage and get a nice close view of the action. In addition to dancing, the girls also get into some nice lesbian action, followed by a fire act similar to one I saw in Patpong. All this for a 65 baht Singha and within walking distance of my hotel. The quality and explicitness of the performances gains my attention for an exteeded period, and for once I'm not bored by the whole thing. One naked girl has my recurring attention as she every so often covers her crotch with her hand in an act of shyness while smiling at me. After her dance I'm surprised from behind as she grabs me and gives me a big full kiss on the lips. Appreciating her affection and sweetness, I decide to take her out for the night, 500 baht to the bar, 1000 to her. Her name is Kim, she's 26, no baby, and is significantly less sweet when I bring her back to my room, her attraction for me manifesting itself in a strong mothering attitude. As soon as I mention I'm going to Laos in a couple of days, she's telling me not to go, it's too dangerous. And in general trys to lead me around everywhere. Her stage shyness, I find out, is due to her thick, long, straight pubic hair, she's half Japanese and half Chinese-Thai. A couple of the other girls on stage seemed to have hairless pussies, but it was too dark for me to tell whether they were natural or shaved. As a consequence, Kim asks me to shave her, a task I enthusiastically agree to. We manage to get most of it off, but when I tongue her later I feel like I'm against sand paper. She returns the favor by bathing me and washing my hair. Overall she's a rather orgasmic chick, as I'm able to get her off both orally and vaginally. We sleep through the night and I have her once more early in the morning. We dress and go out about noon to the Indra Regent Hotel for lunch and then the surrounding Pattunam Market to shop, she the whole time asking me to buy her various things including a gold ring so she can show her friends she has a "boyfriend." None of this I give into and tire quickly of being pulled along by her. She wants to go "long time" with me, live in an appartment, etc., for a price of course. Instead we return to my room where she'd left her stuff and I send her off, trying to explain to her why I don't care for her company. She leaves even tempered and I find myself with another open evening. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I pick up my passport and Laos and Cambodia airline tickets at MK Ways, and for dinner go to the Galaxy No Hands restaurant on Rama IV. The experience is very disappointing. Contrary to what I'd heard, the eroticism was only the most subtle, was way overpriced, and in general not worth it at all except for the Japanese and Hong Kong businessmen with money to burn that the place seems designed to cater to. I was led into a private room, took off my shoes and sat on cushions before a sunken table. A very old waiter took my order, a three course chinese meal and a couple of 20 oz bottles of Singha. I then was taken to an outer area where I chose a girl to feed me. I picked an Isaan girl of 28 with a ready smile dressed in a light orange business suit. We went back to the room and talked some until the order came. And when it did, she simply proceeded to feed me, spooning me mouthfuls of fried rice, chicken with cashews, and prawns, interrupted by the occasional sip of beer. After a while, with my encouragement, she joined me. My hands were mostly at my sides but occasionally rested on her thighs or breasts. She remained fully dressed the whole time, not "scantily clad" as I heard. It was a pleasant enough time but in no way worth the 1200 baht for the meal plus a 500 baht tip for the mamasan and another 500 for the others. And if you wanted a *one* hour massage from the girl afterwards, the price was 2200 baht plus 400 for the room which was in a cheap hotel you had to walk outside down an alleyway to get to. All this included a 10% added charge for paying by credit card since I never carry that much cash around Bangkok. The bath, massage and fuck were passable but half as long as they should've have been. Had I known I was going to be shelling out nearly 200 US dollars for something this underwelming, vis a vis its reputation, I never would have gone in. It was about midnight when I left, feeling cheated, and took a taxi back to Sukhumvit to find a bedmate at Thermae for my last night in Bangkok. After prowling the area for an hour or so, I spotted at a corner table a young girl sitting by herself sipping a cup of tea. After bouncing off enough of the rough chicks at the bar, sitting next to her was refreshing. Her name was Supranee or Oy for short (a nickname I've found rather common among Thai girls) and was only 21 with no baby. She wore very little makeup and said she doesn't smoke cigarettes or drink whiskey, and over all seemed a nice sweet person. Her day job was at the Thai Cement and Mitsubishi plant and she lived in an all female apartment complex. We agree on a 900 baht all night, more than I've ever paid for a Thermae girl but I genuinely like this one and I've found it much harder to get the 500 baht price that girls in Thermae seemed much more readily to agree to last year. But then everything in Bangkok seems a little more expensive this time around. It's late when we go back to my room, so we just sleep, but I have her twice in the morning. She's definitely on the shy side and not nearly as wildly orgasmic as the first girl I had in Pattaya, but is responsive enough for me to get it up over. She also likes me very much and we exchange addresses to correspond. After a shower, I pack and check out, say goodby to Supranee, exchange a couple of traveler's cheques and hop on the 70 baht airport bus. [Continued in Laos section]
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