Bangkok – Reality or Fiction?
I first went to Thailand for my 27th birthday. I’d heard stories of the adventure, culture and girls the country had to offer. I would never think of travelling to a country for the girls if things were good back home in London, England. I have too deep a conscience. But unfortunately they weren’t…
All through my teens and early 20’s I had struggled with girls in London. It wasn’t so much my appearance that was the problem, as I had always been regarded as good looking, but more my shyness. It wasn’t as bad in my teens but as I grew older the lack of feminine attention accumulated. This had a serious affect on my psyche and self-esteem, which became more and more apparent through the years.
All I needed was a push to bring me out of this rut. This catalyst would reveal my true potential, which had been hidden by my own lack of self-esteem.
“I just came back from Thailand,” said my friend with a big smirk across his face. He was in his early 20’s. He clearly had a great time, as he wouldn’t stop talking about it. In fact he loved it so much he booked a ticket to go back there 2 weeks later. I didn’t think much of it then. I was too obsessed with Brazil (another fantastic place) to take him seriously.
The girls in Brazil were adorable – the best I had ever seen, but I could only go there for my holidays. Although the trips there influenced me greatly, the up to 3-week durations I spent weren’t enough to make the changes I’d wanted. I knew if I lived there that would be a different story. I needed something more concentrated as far as finding a suitable catalyst was concerned. This is where Thailand came in.
Just out of curiosity I googled “Thailand nightlife,” “Thai girls” and so on. The results were staggering. There were stories of a land were beautiful model-like girls would fight for your attention. It was place where you would literally be drowned with feminine attention to the point where you would take it for granted. That’s exactly what I needed!
At first I doubted such a place even existed. I’d heard if something is too good to be true, then it probably is. I thought to myself ‘a place where pretty girls are friendly? Impossible! Pretty girls are meant to be mean!’
For almost a year I did research on Thailand and the girls. I read ‘Private Dancer’, went on forums and websites such as Stickman. I read about the different tourist and bar girl scams. I discovered there was a whole world of adventure to be experienced. After many months into my research I’d made up my mind. I booked flights for my first visit to Thailand.
A friend of my father asked to come along. He was in his late 50’s. I figured it couldn’t hurt, so we agreed to go together. Although I hadn’t experienced Thailand, I was confident my research had prepared me for what lay ahead. I was in for a surprise…
Most first time visitors would remember being overwhelmed by the heat as their initial impressions. The moment you step foot outside the airport you’re smothered by thick, hot air. I wondered how people managed to work there.
My research on Thailand combined with the tales from numerous friends who had been, built up high expectations. However, I also had pessimism telling me the stories I’d heard couldn’t be true. If they were, then I was in for one hell of a ride.
I wasn’t quite sure where to go with my elder friend but a tourist advised I should stick to Sukhumvit when looking for hotels. Since I wasn’t more specific, the taxi driver dropped us at the parking lot in the Nana hotel. It was there when I realised the stories were true…