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Thai Journal 2
By Caveman
This is the journal of my recent trip to Thailand. It is intended as a journal for me, and also as a submission to Stickman’s site; hence the many references. Entries were made by me daily, for the most part, and usually included the previous day’s events. Names have been masked to protect the guilty.
France Hotel Guide • Quality Hotel Sainte Catherine • Holiday Inn Garden Court Meriadeck • Amarys Royal Saint Jean Hotel • Holiday Inn Bordeaux City Centre Arrived last night on Wed, Aug 7. Flight with JAL was pretty much flawless. Those Japs are a wonder. They’ve got everything down to a “t”. Checked into the Federal Hotel off Sukhumvit and headed straight to Soi Cowboy. Strolled through the Soi and went into Long Gun. I had a good time watching farangs who mostly looked like businessman wannabes and who were dressed in white button-down shirts and slacks. I don’t know, but in my opinion, this is out of place in a gogo. Who the hell are these guys trying to impress? I also saw one of the losers wai’ing the bargirls. This guy looked like a real nerd wai’ing bargirls. Well, the bargirls in here weren’t too overly friendly. I was short-changed (that’s right, the Caveman was shortchanged on buying a drink in the Long Gun!) on buying myself a drink. I didn’t even make them give me the difference, which was 40 baht, because I had intended to tip them more than this. The little bitch therefore lost out on even more money because of her dishonesty. I just let it ride. Finally got the attention of T, a decent looker, who hung with me until closing. Oh, and by the way, Long Gun does have some real hotties, and THEY ARE SHOWING. And boy, do they look good. After closing, I took T and bought her some soup from a vendor and kindly paid her cab fare to her place, declining to take her back to my hotel when she queried me. My idea was to buy her some chow and sit with her and chat, but she got it "to go". That was a bit tacky of her, and is indicative of the way BKK bargirls are (“gimme, gimme, gimme”). As far as taking her back to my hotel, maybe I’m getting old, but I just didn’t feel up to it after the flight, and even more importantly, I didn’t feel like haggling about price. BKK girls want more than Pattaya on the average, and it’s just not that important to me to have to pay for it when I’m already getting enough back home and in Pattaya (when I head there tomorrow).
Woke up this morning to have my complimentary breakfast at the Federal Coffee House, which is not good, nor are the waitresses at all friendly. In fact, they are downright unfriendly old hags and look like their ugly faces would crack if they attempted to smile. I was promised an American Breakfast, but was downgraded to a Continental. The price difference was only 30 baht, so I didn't even bother complaining. Recommendation: avoid the Federal Hotel and choose the Honey Hotel instead, which is nearby, cheaper, and more friendly.
Looking forward to taking a bus down to Pattaya shortly after checking out, and later on co-ordinating with my little K. She has been making indication that I buy her some high-ticket items lately in my conversations with her from the States, and I hope this does not continue, because if it does, I’ll be leaving her in short order. Walked back to the hotel and bought some bananas off a street vendor on the way. I asked how much, and she replied 10 baht. I assumed that this was the price for each banana, so I asked for 3. After some more confusion, she took my 10 baht and gave me the entire stalk of about a dozen bananas! I was amazed. Knowing that I was not able to consume nearly that many, I took a few and handed her back the rest. I hate wasting anything. She thanked me, and I bolted away, a banana-eating fool. Checked out of room and took bus to Pattaya, buying 2 seats: 1 for me and 1 for my luggage. I refuse to put my luggage down below because of possible theft, so I was able to keep my luggage on the seat next to me by doing this, and also to have more room! Great idea. It only cost 90 baht per seat, which is about $4.50 total for both seats. Got into Pattaya, checked into my room, and promptly rented a cycle, which was a Honda Shadow, for 350 baht/day (about $8.50). Went over to K’s bar and waited for her a while. She was not expected until about 5 PM and I was plenty early, so I was ready to leave when one of the bargirls called out my name. She id’d herself as J, K’s friend and had recognized me from the pic I gave K. I begged and pleaded her not to tell K that I was here, since I intended to surprise her. I spent about 5 minutes doing this in order to ensure the importance level, and she assured me that she would not tell K. Later, I found out that she did indeed blab, and I was rather angry with her for this. I went into great detail with this little bitch about how important it was for me to surprise K, but it went in one ear, through the fucking air inside the her wooden head, and out the other side into a nearby trash receptacle. Anyway, here’s the funny part. Here I was sitting with my innocent little bargirl baby. All mine for the night, right? In walks this guy who I later discovered had barfined her the previous 2 evenings, and he walks in with flowers for her. I couldn’t believe it. She was so embarrassed that she went to the back of the bar trying to avoid the situation. I began to see the humor in it all and actually went over to him, id’d myself, and began chatting with him, telling him that his little baby would not be able to attend him this evening because her schedule was a bit tight. He seemed a little nervous (looking at the size of your biceps and the top top shape you are in, I would have been shitting myself if I was him - Stick), but I was laughing with him about the situation, telling him that “these things are bound to happen when you dabble in the flesh trade.” When I told him who I was, he evidently had been briefed by K about who I was and my impending arrival. He seemed a good humored guy himself overall, a clean cut looking punter, and so I decided to chat with him further. I boldly seized the opportunity to glean some valuable info about my innocent little beauty queen. I asked him if she made him use a rubber. He was so dumbfounded and thrown off balance that I had the balls to ask him this question that he actually admitted that she did not make him. Well, well, what a detail. I thanked him for the info, and later informed K what he had told me. She denied it, and I believe that she was just lying to me in order not to lose face. I told her that I believed the guy and that she was really taking her chances. We had a pretty thick chat where I told her that I was not angry with her but that I felt sorry for her that she was using such poor judgement. We had discussed the fact that she should insist on condom use on my previous visit to Thailand, and she told me that she would always insist on her customers using a condom. FUCKING BARGIRL LIES. Most just tell you whatever they think you want to hear (MOST meaning ALL). Needless to say, I will use every precaution in my endeavors this evening with her. God knows what she could be carrying around in that cute little beaver. She looks healthy enough, but that means little. Anyway, we went out to the Hard Rock, ate and drank, then went down and checked out the Thai boxing a bit before coming back to the hotel for a real slam-bam session. It’s always good to know that my physical fitness routine and disciplined diet are providing good rewards in terms of stamina, which has not lost anything for as long as I can remember. What an ab-workout! I actually found myself trying to out-do her last 4 months of customers, which can really play games with your mind.
Woke up this morn, chowed, and dropped little Angel off at her apartment in Naklua, where I met her Mother and daughter. Then got a 3+ hour workout. Now I have to go back and pick her up. Running late.
Picked up my little Angel. I seem to be getting along well with her cute little daughter Y. She is the cutest little thing and is really enjoying chowing down on the power bars I brought from the US, which are probably providing her more nutrition than she usually gets from her regular daily diet. K’s Mother did not really make much of a fuss over meeting me. I had expected a little bit more. She was rather sedate about everything. Maybe I’m not the first falang she’s met (or 2nd, or 3rd, or 4th.....) Had a relatively quiet afternoon and evening with K, after which we retired early and crashed. For some reason, I really seemed to need the sleep. At about 8 PM, all the energy seemed to have evaporated from my body. However, so far, I do not seem to have gotten sick at all in the stomach as I did on my previous trip, due to my serious precautions against food and tap water that can cause these illnesses. For the most part, I am just avoiding any raw fruits/veggies except those that can be peeled or cracked open by me, drinking only bottled water, avoiding ice, and just taking regular other precautions. Also, don't forget to rinse your mouth with only bottled water when brushing teeth. Got up this morning, dropped off K at her pad in Naklua, said good morning to Mama and Y, and got in another workout. Not as tough as yesterday’s, but it will do. I am looking very much forward to word from Stick as to whether he is going to come down this evening and hang out. I’m optimistic. Unfortunately, it looks like I’ll be scrapping ideas of going to NongKhai with K on this visit to Thailand. There’s just not enough time to do it and also go to Phuket. Just too much traveling around. K did not seem to care too much. I am excited to see how she reacts on the plane to Phuket. She tells me that she has never before been on a plane. Going to pick her up right now.
Picked up K and wasted time going back & forth with her Mother and daughter, listening to their discussions and not understanding a word. Dropped Mama and Y at the bus station and they headed back for NongKhai. Took the angel to the mall and bought her some jeans and a t-shirt, which she seems to have needed. Also chowed again at Salathai, an excellent restaurant on Soi 2. The highlight of the afternoon occurred while we were shopping. One of my little angel’s “customers” called her on her mobile, and instead of turning it off, she actually began a fucking conversation with the guy right in front of me. I forcefully removed the phone from her pretty little hand and chatted with the guy for about 5 seconds before telling him, “Sorry, but this particular model is being rented out for the next 10 days. You’ll have to find somewhere else to stick your cock.” I am now requiring her to leave her mobile in her apartment for the remainder of my stay with her. It’s either that or she can hit the fucking road, which I’m beginning to prefer anyway. I’m actually amazed that I’m able to take this all so easily, but I refuse to let ANYTHING spoil this excellent time.
Went out with K last night to the usual Thai boxing. This time we were joined by her bargirl friend N, the same one that went with Jorge on my last visit in March. The punter with her is an x-New Yorker who now claims to live in rural Montana. Ok guy to talk to, but my gut perception is that there's something a bit creepy about him. Just smacks of a schister-type guy, x-con, or something similar. Wouldn’t be the first guy I’d choose to trust.
K had about 4-5 beers last night, which is more than I’ve seen her drink. When I came in March, she was practically a non-drinker. Looks like the life of a bargirl is catching up with her. She is also definitely more hardened than she was in March. This job is destroying her as a person: I can see it. There is probably little I could do to change it for her, and I would probably be foolish even to try. All I can do is treat her well personally and offer good advice if she chooses to take it. Anyway, was it the drinks? She must have told me that she loved me about 100 times last night, and used the unfortunate term “Number 1” quite a few times when referring to me with friends. Wow, how exciting to be called that from your own personal whore. I’m the Number 1 Cock in her Cockbook. Wonder how big that book is. I’d say that she’s been in the business now for about 6-8 months. Let’s say that she’s fucked about 9 guys each month, which is probably a pretty accurate figure, if a bit on the high side. OK, let’s say 6, since I always do catch her in her room early when calling her from the US. 6 guys x about 7 months = 42 cocks. I shudder to think what screwing that many guys in such a short time frame can do to a young lady’s outlook on life and love.
Woke up this morn and chowed without my little darling. She’s still passed out in the room. I have been consuming some really large breakfasts: 3 dishes of pancakes mixed with french toast, 1 egg and 5 egg whites, 1 sliver of pie, 3 small bananas, and a small helping of potatoes. Must be about 1500+ calories. Hey, Mommy: I’m not starving myself. After chow, dropped off K in Naklua and went to the gym for an absolutely thrashing 3 hr/20 minute chest/back workout. Afterward, picked her up again. We then went and exchanged the sport bike I got because I did not like the helmet lock. Then we took a walk along Walking Street and bought her a set of earrings to cover up the shitty looking holes in her ears. She had an earring post in her right ear with no earring. Talk about looking like shit. Went out to dinner at Apex buffet, then went to her bar and paid her barfine. Hung out and just checked out the bargirls in action. Of note was the way that they ALL enjoyed eating the deep fried insects sold by a nearby vendor. These include some type of worm caterpillar, grasshoppers, crickets, and other CRAP. In fact, after I had purchased some cookies for them all to eat (REAL FOOD), I noticed them eating the insects, so I bought a couple of bags of those simply to watch the spectacle of attractive girls eating bugs. Even my little angel was chowing down on this horseshit they call food. Your perceptions can really take a walk on the wild side when you see your little lover insert a 3-inch long and pretty thick grasshopper into her piehole, chewing it down as if it were a potato chip. When she attempted to kiss me after this, I declined at least until she brushed her teeth. Left the bar and just cancelled the day early. Nothing notable to report.
Not much to report about the evening out except that I’ve now definitely noticed that K’s drinking habits are worse. She even downed a shot of Thai whiskey. I really feel sorry for her. She also continued to use the term “Number 1” when referring to me, this time to a friend of hers. She has no idea how sleazy this sounds, and I am not bothering to tell her, because she actually intends it as a compliment. I also picked up a few weird stares from her during the evening. Oh, we did go bowling at the Pattaya Bowling Lanes and had a really good time. I haven’t bowled for years and went ballistic when I hit strikes.
It’s funny to notice how the bar scene with the girls in any particular bar is a real soap opera. Women in the work place always make it that way, even in the US. In my never-to-be-humble opinion, they are responsible for 90% of all complaints, friction, and problems that occur, as a result of their never-ending hypersensitivities and mood swings. Fucking sick bitches. Gotta open up my own business soon. Well, evidently, the bargirls in her bar are jealous that K has a decent falang who takes her every night, so many of them are ignoring her. She tells me that this changes when she hits dry spells, where they return to talking with her. Funny thing happened: when sitting at her bar last night, in walks the guy who I met who brought her flowers on evening #1, and he walks in with a smashing looking little lady of his own, who he outright told me that he brought down from BKK where he acquired her from Nana Plaza. How funny is that? Why would he want to bring her into this bar? K later told me that she had been telling him about me all along, and when time came close for me to come to Thailand, he offered to pay her “double” what I was paying to go with HIM instead, but she declined. For those who think that bargirls can be ALL about money, TO INCLUDE MYSELF, you may get some surprises. Anyway, it was funny to watch this guy parading his new whore in front of K. I found it really funny and chatted with him about how we seemed to have similar tastes in beer and women, remarking that his new babe is a gem. Quite a sociable guy, it seems. I just can’t figure out why he would want to pursue K, or any bargirl for that matter, with such vigor. Must have a fucking screw loose somewhere in that brain housing group.
Woke up today, chowed big time at my Apex breakfast buffet, and took K to Naklua to her apartment on my way to the gym. She gave me a hard stare when I informed her that I would be a few hours working out. She has also voiced some displeasure a couple of times previously about my going to the gym. Actually, my gym time is the only time in the day or night that is not spent with her. And this is the girl that's been telling me that she wants to go to America with me? I can just imagine how she’ll feel when I continue to go to the gym EVERY DAY when she comes to America. I have never tried to change anything about her, but she is evidently trying to change me and my gym/running routine, which I’ve scrupulously maintained for more than 20 years now. Time to change the situation. Time to take out the dirty fucking laundry. Right after the gym, I bagged the “leave-behinds” she had in my hotel room, bought a nice backpack-type carry-bag, placed them inside, and went to her apartment and gave her the axe. There was no easy way to do it, so I just blurted out, "I'm not taking you anymore." She protested and almost appeared in shock. The tears flowed like there was no fucking tomorrow. I hadn't known what to expect, but when I got this reaction, I was surprised and really felt bad, but she could not change my mind. She begged, pleaded, got on her knees and wept like a child. I felt absolutely terrible, but have become so hardened that there was nothing that she could have done to change my mind once made up. For those who think that bargirls never have feelings and are never really in love with anyone and that it’s strictly business, etc (to include myself: I learned something serious today), think again. Serious feelings can evidently develop. I am as cynical as they come with “walls” higher than the highest mountains: those tears were not fake tears. She wept humbly and pitifully for at least a solid hour. At one point, I had to get a friend of hers who lived in the apartment just to stay with her and stop her from doing anything rash when I departed. It especially struck me when, about halfway through the flowing of the River Nile of tears, she mumbled the words under her breath “I have nothing”, to herself. Keep in mind that she was not speaking these words to me, but was just thinking out loud an observation of hers. Evidently, I meant a lot to her and as a result of my shitcanning her, she felt as if she had nothing left. This really made me feel like shit, but I was determined to carry through with my plan, and it therefore still did not change my mind. Returned finally to hotel and told hotel staff to deny her admittance to hotel if she attempts it. She probably won’t but this is a wise precaution. I refuse to let this ruin my vacation. I’ll still be going to Phuket, but I’ll be going alone.
Went to Apex buffet for dinner and hit the town afterward, going down to Walking Street. First went to Living Dolls to look for N, who I met on the bus from BKK to Pattaya. She was absolutely gorgeous beyond belief. She told me she works there but I could not find her. Wandered down the street a bit to Too’s Bar, a small Beer Bar on Walking Street and met O, who has been in Pattaya only 12 days. Boy, is she an innocent looking little cutie. This had golden opportunity written all over it. I sat with her a bit, but she spoke pretty much no English at all. Her bargirl friends tried to get me to barfine her, but what would have been the point? Yeah, I could have taken her back to my hotel, not said BOO to her, and boffed the dog crap out of her, watching her writhe and yell, etc. At this point, though, for the most part, if they don’t speak any English at all, I feel like a pure sex-hound and it just doesn’t appeal to me. Afterward, took the cycle back to the Apex and went to the Beer Bar next door, where K and I sat last night for a nightcap. Met a couple ladies who were nice to talk to, to include especially L, who appeared very good to me. A little on the older side as far as bargirls go, she was 32. Looked good enough to eat to me, had decent English, and enjoyed very much giving me a massage and rubbing my aching arms which are sore from the gym, right there at the bar. I told her that I would take her if she promised to give me a full body massage. No fucking problem. And did she deliver. I actually didn’t think I had the energy, physical or mental, to conduct any sexual acrobatics, but I surprised myself after her expert hands did the walking. Since it interests my scientific curiosity to see if the lady insists on my wearing a condom, before we “did it”, I queried as to whether it would be necessary for us. She told me “No”. She was going to allow me to fuck her without a condom. Here is a 32 year old bargirl, who has probably been in the scene for quite a while, who was going to have sex with me without a condom. There are many amazing things about this. She appeared quite healthy and probably has no diseases. Maybe indeed she was treating me as an exception, but I doubt it. If a lady lets you go bareback, she has done this before and probably even makes a habit out of it. I refuse ever to consider myself as the exception, but always look at things objectively. Anyway, got up this morning and laid 1000 baht on her handbag (we never negotiated anything and she certainly did not complain: ONLY IN PATTAYA!), then went to breakfast with her. Then she departed (YES!!!!!!!!). Saya-fuckin’-nara, Baby. I’d say that was a perfect date.
Some observations: In the last few days, I have, of course, been going to restaurants all over town. I must remark that if you have any special requests at all, you will have the utmost difficulty finding a Thai who understands your wishes. Their command of the English language is not really too good. For instance, I went into a couple of Pizza Huts and tried to order pan pizza, but asked that they not use oil on the metal cooking tray (because I don't like eating lard). First, you need to get them to simply understand what you want, which is quite a task. Then, even if they understand you, you need to convince them that this can, indeed, be done. Yes, my little Thai friend, the world will not burn the fuck down if you deviate just a little bit from the normality of your sterile, dronelike existence. Some waiters/waitresses told me that it could not be done. One of them actually did it, but when I returned on another day, the same waiter claimed that he could now not do it. It was probably something of a language barrier, I don’t know, but bottom line is that it’s not easy to get them to do anything customer service related, especially if you have no Thai language skills. A couple of waitresses just bailed out and got someone else to handle the “situation”. One of them just walked away and left my lady and I just sitting there wondering if we would be served at all. Yes, there are some places where you’ll find attendants who will do anything to please you and are quite capable. Stick with them, because they’re the exception, and reward them accordingly for their efforts.
Another observation from the bar scene: I have observed that the true reason that bargirls leave their native villages upcountry to come to places like BKK and Pattaya is because they need to make money to better the lives of themselves and their families. This is indisputable. But how many of them succeed in really bettering themselves? Last night while sitting in Living Dolls on Walking Street in Pattaya, I just sat back and observed in a very casual manner the comings and goings of the bargirls there. Many had tattoos, many smoked, and I’m sure that a few of them were probably even into drugs. I have witnessed first hand how this industry has affected K, and I see that it can have that same effect on the other ladies. Some of them walk around like zombies with dark circles under their eyes, getting little sleep, having little enthusiasm for what they do except to collect a pay check, and picking up some really bad habits in the balance. My point is that coming into the bar scene is a double-edged sword for them. Sure, if they are disciplined and intelligent, and come into the scene with a plan and stick to it, the bar scene can make their lives for them. Let’s say hypothetically that a bargirl enters the scene at age 21 and stays for 15 years. I am quite confident that she can SAVE, at a minimum, 10,000 baht a month. That is in addition to what she needs to live on and even while sending money back home to the family. This is a very conservative figure, as many of the prettier ones can and do make much more, so they can save more of their earnings. If you take that out over a 15 year “career”, assuming that they last that long, that adds up to well over a million and a half baht, which is quite a tidy sum to take back to the village. Also, this is assuming that they earn no interest on their savings. But how many actually do this? I would venture to say that maybe less than 5% do anything like this. K is saving nothing and even outright told me that she does not believe in it. Instead, they take advantage of their new-found increased income level to engage in all sorts of activities that they would never have had either the resources or inclination to engage in back in their native towns. Sure, you can say that the industry is destroying them, but as has been pointed out before, they are under no compulsion to enter the bar scene. Sure, it’s a tempting alternative for them to better themselves, but again, it is a double-edged sword. It can cure, or it can kill. It all depends on the individual. We are all, after all, no more or less than what we make of ourselves.
Cruised the cycle around town, and even did some good highway cruising. Thinking about doing some long distance riding to see some backwoods towns. Returned to hotel to find that I was having difficulty breathing. My lungs seemed to have been filling up with fluid for reasons unknown to me. Considered going to hospital, since situation seemed serious. No other symptoms accompanied. Certainly was strange. It hurt to take deep breaths, and my lungs felt like they actually did not want to engage in the act of breathing! Never heard of this symptom before, whether or not related to Thailand. Still managed to summon the energy to go out to 1 gogo, where I sat and chatted with J in Living Dolls. She was absolutely gorgeous and claimed to have been working in bar for only 4 days. She showed quite a willingness to be barfined, too, and I probably would have done it were it not for my medical condition. Decided to leave early, and went to beer bar right next to Apex and hung out with L again. Had a good time despite my difficulty breathing just hanging with L and her many bargirl friends, who had no customers and were sitting idle. Bought 2 large batches of fruit, and we all sat and ate to our heart’s content. Decided to barfine L only so that she could watch over me that evening in the event that my medical condition worsened. I told her about my condition and she seemed visibly concerned. I told her to drag me to the ocean and leave me there if I died. She really seems to have taken to me, and one of her bargirl friends told me that all she did before I returned was tell people how she wished I would come back for her prior to my arrival. Although she is attractive and would be sucked up in a heartbeat in the US, her age doubtless makes her less competitive than her peers here in the bars, where such ladies are a dime a dozen. But she really takes good care of the Caveman, that’s for sure. Massages second to none. Anyway, we went over to my room, she gave me another first class full-body massage while I struggled for air (!), and then to my utter and complete amazement, stood vigil over me for the entire evening, ensuring that the covers were adjusted accordingly if she thought I was getting too hot, cold, etc. I awoke through the night about 4-5 times to find her eyes wide open, watching that my breathing continued and rubbing my forehead in the most loving way you could ever imagine, kind of like a mother does to her child. Are these the nasty bargirls that people talk such shit about??!! This girl humbled me. As I read this over, I wish I could have her right here by my side in the US. Survived the night and felt better in morning, the symptoms having largely subsided. The only thing I can figure is that I had an allergy to something which I came into contact with that day, possibly the extreme levels of pollution on the road when cruising the cycle. Also, my hay fever has really been flaring up. But pollution has never bothered me before. Remains a mystery to me at this time. Feel just fine as I type right now. Anyway, went to breakfast, and L did not accompany. She did, however, attempt to leave behind her handbag, which I pointed out for her. She resisted taking it with her for I know not what reason, but I insisted that she take it. She departed from me when in the lobby (gave her 1000 baht for her services and she deserved much more, although we did not even have sex), and I consumed my usual huge breakfast. Checked out of hotel, brought motorcycle back and got deposit back no problem. My plans to go to Phuket are no more, since I was able to get a refund on my tickets with a small penalty, thanks to Stick’s advice. Also, I have been feeling rather bad about K and the way she cried her eyes out, and truth be told, I do miss her. What particularly affected me was the way she mumbled the words during her crying spell, “I have nothing”. Evidently, I was so important to her that the loss made her feel that bad. Well, that has made me feel like my heart has been ripped out and stomped on. I feel bad for her. So I went to her apartment in Naklua to see her and make sure she’s OK. As soon as she saw me, she smiled nicely and gave me a strong hug. We chatted for a short time, and then she out and asked me if I had taken a lady last night. I did not answer, instead asking her if she went with a man last night. What’s good for the goose is good for the fucking gander. Now how does a bargirl expect you to be “faithful” to her when she actually fucks guys for a living? I’ve seen others comment on that, too to include Stick. Well, I believe I know the answer, although I do not agree with the rationalization. The answer in their (pecker) heads is that she is fucking guys to put food on her table and stay alive, not because she loves them or wants to have sex with them. Therefore, in their distorted little birdbrain, wooden heads, it is OK for them to have sex with men but not OK for farangs to have sex with other bargirls. Evidently, we are supposed to be faithful to only 1 bargirl. Fuck that abortion of a concoction of a concept! But that’s the logic behind it anyway. I just don’t see how a guy can have a long-term or boyfriend/girlfriend relationship with a bargirl, actually remaining monogamous with her while she bangs the brains out of her customers. I summon up mental pictures of sleazy farangs feeding her the sausage into every orifice they can find, and it sickens me about her the more I think about it. Yeah, I may have some concern for her well being, but prospects for anything long-term are probably nonexistent. Anyway, gave her some baht to make sure she could at least eat and stay afloat, then left her with no promise that I would return. In fact, when she asked me, my reply was “No promise”. My style is to under-promise and over-deliver. I might return to get her, that is, assuming that she’s not being cornholed by another frisky chap!
Took bus into BKK, getting myself 2 seats as usual so that I can have more room and also bring my luggage into the bus, and then made the mistake of getting into a taxi in BKK. As always, the taxi drivers were all trying to bait me into their taxis, quoting me prices for my 3 kilometer ride to the Honey Hotel which were ridiculous. I went out to the Road and found a driver who agreed to use the meter. Then once I got into the taxi, he changed his mind and told me that I would have to pay him 200 baht. I told him that I was not that bloody stupid and uttered the word police, and he shut his nasty piehole. The traffic to the Honey Hotel, which was a scant 3 kilometers, was horrendous. It took exactly 1:08 to get 3 kilometers. The fare was still only 127 baht, which I had exact change for. If this piece of shit Bozo hadn’t tried to bamboozle me, I would have tipped him well, but I gave him exact change to the last baht and sent his chiselling ass on his way. Crooked bastard taxi drivers: they’re all crooked. Checked into hotel, then took the Skytrain to Siam Center to meet Stick. How painless! This Skytrain is the way to travel. Got there early before our meeting time and just walked around the mall, watching the many beautiful young Thai ladies. Met Stick and went to Hard Rock, Living Room, a couple of gogos, and also the Coliseum, a place that caters mostly to Thais. Had a fabulous time and was tempted to just stay in BKK instead of heading back down to Pattaya. My main beef with BKK is that it’s more expensive than Pattaya, and I don’t believe you really get any more bang for your buck. I can say that the ladies in the gogos were of a higher quality appearance-wise, though. I was totally amazed at a few of them. They were enough to make my head spin. They were actually TOO good looking, if you know what I mean. It’s like having a work of art so good that you don’t even want to touch it (but what the heck, I did anyway). At end of night, did not bag a babe. There have only been 3 nights now in the LOS that I have not bagged a babe, and they have all been nights spent in BKK. In fact, every night I’ve spent in BKK has been “babeless”, but every night in Pattaya has found me bagging a wench. Interesting stat, I guess. Also, I must say that Stick is really a standup guy, and I'm not blowing smoke up anybody’s ass when saying this. I envy everything about him as a person as well as his many accomplishments and future plans. There should be more people like this in Thailand, let alone the world.
Left Honey Hotel next morning and actually walked with my heavy luggage to Skytrain, my new-found BKK joy of transportation. Screw the taxis. I can use the exercise anyway. Got 2 seats for myself at Ekkamai Station, and headed back down to Pattaya, where I am now. It started raining like hell on the way down, so I bought 3 umbrellas: 1 for me, 1 for K if I decide to get her, and 1 for the kind, sweet receptionist at the Apex, whom I’ve grown warm to. She is now pregnant, too. I’ve been calling her “Mommy” due to her swelled stomach. Went to K’s bar to pick her up, and she seemed happy that I was there. Happened to notice that she did have in her wallet quite a few 1000 notes, although I do not know how long she has had them and did not ask. Also, she now has another gold ring, and told me about ordering a couple of sets of jeans. Maybe she has a sucker falang sending her some cash. We went out to a really nice dinner at a seafood restaurant on the water on Walking Street, eating to the soothing sound of crashing waves in the background. Then went to watch Thai boxing, which is getting a little old, especially when the boxers come right up to you and outright ask you for money. Afterward, went to “Three Ladies” Beer Bar to see E, her friend, and hang out for a drink. Then just canc’d the night after no real events.
Got up, ate, etc, dropped off K at apartment then headed for my usual marathon 3.5 hour workout at Universe Gym. This time, I instructed K that I would not be picking her up at her apartment as normal, but would instead be picking her up at the bar later that evening, and consequently, she should just go to work. This is her reward for giving me a hard time about going to the gym. Also this way, I got to spend the day to myself, going to the Winchester Club in Jomtien. This is one of my favorites and has some bikers there, too. Met up with M, my first bargirl ever. Unfortunately, could not do the nasty because she was on her “bloody” period and therefore told me that she could not “boom-boom”. What a bummer. She was looking pretty good, too. She has probably been in the business for quite a time now, but I’ve noticed that her English has not improved. It is still terrible. Left Jomtien and got caught in a rainstorm on the cycle. The rains have now been picking up. Napped, chowed at buffet in Apex, then headed for bar to pick up babe. It was about 7 PM by the time I got there, and she was evidently beginning to have doubts as to whether I would show. We went bowling, then to the Hard Rock. The Hard Rock had a band that seemed OK as far as playing talent goes, but unfortunately their song selection SUCKED!! The Hard Rock is supposed to play hard rock. Isn’t that where they get their name? Instead, they played a bunch of hip-hop, rappity, candy-ass crap. To aggravate matters, the stingy bartenders gave me half shots when I ordered shots. Fucking tightwad chincebags. K ordered some chow, and when the bill came (it included a service charge!), I decided to give them a whopping 6 baht tip. Cruised to small beer bar where service and quantity were somewhat better, although they got the wrong drinks a couple of times, even when K ordered, indicating that this is not just a language barrier but a failure to listen. I hate to repeat what I’ve heard so many times here on Stick’s website, but it bears repeating that customer service on the whole is just terrible here in Thailand. The number of times that I have received the wrong thing, been ignored, walked away from, is deplorable. They are many times willing to fix things, but by that time you’ve wasted your time just getting what you wanted in the first place. Also something worth repeating is the number of staff that were on hand at the Hard Rock. There were 6 (count 'em!) bartenders behind the bar. The number of customers called for 1, maybe 2 max. There were so many that they just got into each other’s way. Instead of hiring just 1 or 2 good staff, they instead choose to hire many incompetent ones. Hey, this it Thailand (TIT), right? All in all, I guess I ain't complaining. I am constantly surrounded by its many visual advantages.
After I have had sex quite a few times with the same wench, it usually starts to bother me to wear a condom. This has started happening with K. The decreased sensitivity caused by the condom takes away from the whole thing, the slamming is just not as good, and the sensuality and personal nature of the act are impaired. K agreed and asked me to go without. There was, however, no way in hell I was going to do that. Even if I took her out and got her tested for HIV and other STDs, the incubation period for HIV alone is as much as 3 months. That means that she could have it and still not show up positive for up to 3 months after contracting it. Chances are that she is not infected, but it’s just not worth having a nut if you have to worry about your health for the next 3 months. Why play Russian roulette with your life?
After normal morning routine of workout, etc, I headed on my cycle to Jomtien to go back to the Winchester again. Got poor service from the staff. They never seem to understand what you want, as seems to be the case during much of this visit. It usually takes about 3-4 of them to figure it out, and this is done by trial and error. If I were ever to relocate here permanently, and this would never happen before retirement age, knowledge of the language is an absolute must. The girls there seemed largely preoccupied with the men that they were with, and amazingly the ones that were not occupied looked too hung over to sit on Daddy’s lap. I was actually looking forward to having a shag in one of the short-time rooms, but this would have been impossible with the available staff. This is a 180 from my visit in March, where there were many staff all of whom appeared anxious to assist you in any way possible. Left a disappointed customer. Went to a beer bar and hung out a short while before picking up K, who I screwed the living garbage out of in her little apartment upon arrival, much to my/her satisfaction. I actually spent a good half hour or more of pure pumping action at this endeavor and built up a really good sweat, getting a great ab workout in the balance, but frustratingly enough, not being able to “finish” because of the condom. Afterward, went to her bar to pay barfine, then went down to Walking Street and had a huge dinner, to include steak, fish, and crab, while I told her about the United States. When I tell her about my homeland, which she says she would like to go to, she does not seem to listen intently as someone who really wants to go. It’s almost as if the information entering her ears is causing her some irritation and she doesn’t want to hear it. When I try to instruct her in the correct pronunciation of English words, I get the same reaction: as if the assimilation of any new information is not desired and causes discomfort. She knows that she wants certain things, but rarely seems willing to do what is necessary to get them. Afterward, I took the opportunity to snap a few pics of Pattaya. We had another quiet evening together, the end of which found my medical condition returned (where I had difficulty breathing) but with decreased severity. What a wonderful way to close out a day. This will be my last day in Pattaya. I think I’m going to book a taxi to the Honey Hotel this time instead of taking the bus. I’m just not up for the fucking “seabag drag”.
Another interesting observation from last night while I was at K’s bar with her. I have gotten to know quite a few of her bargirl peers. They interest the hell out of me, and I have grown a little fond of a few of them, as friends. I simply like to sit and observe their actions. Well, K noticed that I was observing one of them, and gave me a jealous look and asked me if I loved her. My retort was not kind. Here’s a bargirl, who goes out and screws men for a living, getting jealous about me simply OBSERVING one of her friends. As soon as I depart on the airplane back home, she’ll be spreading her little legs for some douchebag punter, but I’m supposed to stay faithful to her? What a twisted mind. I came within a heartbeat of just hopping on my cycle and leaving her there. I guess I’m just too nice a guy, what the hell?
After gym today, went quickly to beer bar and met a little cutie of 22 years named P. She gave me her email address. She claims that she does not go with men. Maybe she means that she only goes with those who pay her, I don’t know. Stopped at an agency to look into booking a taxi for tomorrow’s trip to BKK. Asked the guy, “Who pays for the toll road?” I tried asking this question many times to decipher his response, but got no answer. One time he just nodded and smiled. Now here is an agency that caters especially to English speaking farangs that is employing an individual who speaks basically no English at all. Am I missing something here? What the fuck, over??!! Hello, is there any intelligent life down here? Beam me the fuck up, Scotty. I could have spent all day long with this idiot trying to find out who would be responsible for paying the bloody toll and would have gotten nowhere. Instead, I just turned around, got on my cycle, and got the devil out of there before my blood pressure raised. Hahahaha, another grand & glorious day in Pattaya awaits.
Cruised back to Winchester Club to give it another try. The mamasan was the best looking babe in the place, so I bought her a drink and began chatting with her. She soon informed me that she does not go with men, although she is currently unattached. She was really pretty, and did not even appear to be Thai, but white. Her English was pretty good. After a short while, being in need of a massage and other services, I attracted the attention of a young lady with dyed hair and those stupid looking sparkles all over her face. Other than the sparkles, she was looking OK. She spoke basically no English, but I was uninterested in this characteristic at the moment, since my motive at the time was to get some needed services and not to discuss issues. She claimed that her massage skills were good, so I took her up to Room #2, where she began demonstrating this. Amazingly, after about 5-10 minutes, she laid down and claimed that her hands were tired. What the hell are they teaching these girls nowadays? Isn’t this Thailand? Well, for the next 30-45 minutes, I took it out on her in a rather heated session. For some reason lately as explained above, I sometimes cannot bring myself to “complete the transaction” using a rubber (which I always do), so I just continued doing what I was doing. After a while, she started bleeding, so I withdrew. I quickly went into the shower room and cleaned up. This is something that we all need to look out for. If the girl is infected with any bloodborne pathogens and begins to bleed, if you have an open cut, you now have what she has. This little cutey claimed to have been in the business only a scant 5 weeks, and I believed her. She was very clumsy in everything she did, which actually turned me on in some ways.
Left the Winchester, showered thoroughly, and picked up K. We just ate and cruised the cycle all over the place, it being our last night together. We enjoyed each others’ company as well as we could, knowing that our time together was short. She asked me a couple of times whether she could accompany me to Bangkok, and I told her that I preferred to go alone. She did not like this one bit, but I insisted that I would like to go alone on my last night. Later that night after cruising around, I picked up a large batch of fruit and we hung out with her bargirl friends back on Soi 7. They really like when you bring food and share it with them. Woke up in morning and took K back to Naklua, sliding her some baht before departing. She cried a little, but not nearly like she did last week when I dusted her. It still was not easy for either of us, because I have no idea when I’ll be able to return. Caught taxi to BKK at a cost of about 1200 baht, to include fare, tolls, and a small tip. It took a scant 2 hours, to include Bangkok traffic. This is definitely the way to go if you’re not in the mood for the hassle of a bus and don’t have any extra time. Checked into the Honey Hotel and took a little walk along Sukhumvit. I’m really getting tired of these scumbags who try to sell you everything under the sun because they think you’re a stupid falang. Especially annoying are the old farts who show you pictures of naked women and tell you that they can get any one of them for you, as if I’d really go through HIM for a woman. I look in the mirror every day, and I’ve never seen “stupid” tattooed on my forehead, but you wouldn’t know it from these annoying assholes. Started the evening at the Dollhouse. Then walked on over to Nana Plaza and went to Angelwitch. The ladies in here are good looking, but they are not really too friendly. There was only one who really paid me that much attention and agreed to go with me for 1000 baht, but I decided against her. She was fawning all over me and even gesturing me disgustingly while dancing. She was also not the most attractive one of the bunch. I finally walked out and went to G-Spot, where I homed in on a real lovely young lady. After negotiating with her for quite a time, which ruined the mood and sickened me that I should even have negotiate like I was buying a used car, she would not go with me for less than 1500 baht, which is higher than I will ever go. She started the negotiations at 2000 ST, 3000 LT, which is ridiculous. First of all, I don’t really even like paying for it when it comes right down to it, whether I am in Thailand or not (I NEVER solicit prostitutes in any other place than Thailand, never have, and have no plans to). But why in the hell would I pay the equivalent of $50 or more when I could hire a whore in the US for that price, or get it for FREE with one of the ladies I’m dating? This is absurd. I cannot understand why someone would spend that kind of money for sex unless there’s no other way they can get it. I then headed off to a couple of beer bars but, amazingly enough, found the same thing. Women everywhere were demanding ridiculous amounts of money, which can only mean one thing: they must be getting it from idiots willing to pay it. This brings me back to the “overpaying/overpricing” piece that Stick did in one of his columns on the site. If you are one of the blithering idiot losers who is willing to pay that much money for sex, then do everyone a favor: STAY IN YOUR OWN FUCKING COUNTRY AND WHORE IT UP. Spend $500 a shot, I really couldn’t give a rat’s ass, but do us regular guys a favor and keep your stupid, horny, non-pussy getting ass out of Thailand. These women would never be able to demand such ridiculous prices if it were not for idiots who were willing to pay them. Under no circumstances should a woman get more than 1000 baht. To aggravate matters, it now appears common practice for the bars in BKK to be charging 600 baht barfine. This includes the beer bars I frequented. Amazing. Well, after having a decent night out but without bagging a babe, I retired to my room. An interesting stat is that I have never slept with a woman in BKK, while I have never slept alone in Pattaya. In Pattaya, the ladies of the night are much more down to Earth and reasonable. Also, the attitude appears different. They appear to want to take better care of you instead of merely fleecing you of your hard earned money. I’m not saying that BKK is a complete waste of time, but if you are after the ladies of the night, it is not your best bet. In a future trip, I may indeed spend some time in BKK, maybe trying to meet a non-bargirl. Judging from my observations, there are many gorgeous ones to be found. My trip to Siam Center last week showed me that.
Woke up and immediately got a taxi to airport. On the way to the airport, I noticed that there was a huge fire somewhere in downtown BKK. The flames were really big and high, and it looked like as much as 3 city blocks or more were up in flames. I never found out the cause, but something tells me that quite a few people could have died in this fire. It looked like the Towering Inferno. The taxi driver agreed readily to use the meter, but the damned thing appeared to be moving rather quickly. Not knowing for sure if the meter was one of the “rigged” meters mentioned here on the site that moves at an accelerated pace due to an illegal hookup, I just paid the 143 baht that appeared there. Maybe Stick can comment on that. The 30 kilometer ride took all of 20 minutes using the toll road, and the meter rang up 143 baht. Doesn’t this seem screwy to you? (This is correct, and no you were not scammed - Stick)
Well, looking back over this journal, it appears that I’ve had quite a time, and yet appear to be nit-picking on the Thais about a lot of the goings-on that I’ve experienced. However, as a whole, on the last day of my stay, I was wishing for nothing more or less than being able to spend another 2 weeks in this place. For those unfortunates who have never had the experience of visiting Thailand, the best way I can describe it is falling over the edge of the Earth and reappearing in another world, because it in no way resembles anything you’re seen before. It’s like entering another dimension where you escape everything you knew in your home country, to include especially the stresses. I mean, let’s get serious. If your worst problem in a day is trying to have a waiter get your food order right, there are people who would KILL for this “problem set”. When you’re on vacation in Thailand, you’ve got it pretty good, and leaving really tugs at your emotions. Still, moving here would not be an option for me. As Stick has mentioned, it is unwise to move here strictly for the nightlife, and also unless you could definitely land yourself a decent job that really pays, preferably arranged before your arrival. Even then, I could see the naughty nightlife getting old after a while. No, I prefer to treat the whole Thai experience as just that: an experience to be looked forward to and savored for my vacation times. It should be kept as something sacred and special. Thailand will always be that for me.
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Stickman says:
Fantastic trip report that both provides a record of your recent trip, and gives some succinct opinions and analysis on Thailand as a holiday destination for the single male. It really was fantastic to meet up with you when you were in town and that was one of the best nights out that I have had in a while. Had you been here longer, you might have had to beat off some of my girlfriend's workmates who had their eyes on you. No, I'm not kidding! Meeting top guys like you, having great nights out like that and going on to build a friendship is easily the best reward I get from running this site.
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