S.E. Asia Travelogue

8/7/2010 3:50:17 PM

I found this on another site that is "archiving" (the story could be one to five years old). 
Still, there's some interesting helpful hints for those willing to travel to find this kind of thing. 
 
A true account of my trip to Southeast Asia. Note: $1 = 
26.2 pesos = 25.2 baht. 
 
Out the door at 9:50pm. At midnight I'm on a 12 hour 
flight to Manila aboard Philippine Airlines, but because 
it's a red eye, time seems to pass much more quickly, 
and I'm much more comfortable in my seat than last time. 
 
Upon arrival, passed through immigration and customs 
quickly but then found it was 4am and the airport was 
partially closed. I'd have to wait around until 6am for 
the currency exchange booths to open and to convert a 
$100 traveler's cheque to pesos. 
 
~ ~ ~ 
 
I convert the cheque and get a Nissan shuttle 2000 
coupon for 255 pesos for a taxi to the Swagman Hotel in 
Ermita, a district of Manila. 
 
By now it's about 7am, and after a light breakfast, 
consider waiting for the 200 peso Swagman bus to 
Angeles. I decide its 11:30am departure time is too long 
to wait for and opt instead for a taxi which I'm able to 
bargain down to an 800 peso fare. 
 
The trip to Angeles is fairly fast, only about an hour 
and a half. I tell the driver to stop at the Angeles 
Swagman before taking me to the Clarkton. 
 
At the Swagman I find out that the return trip to Ermita 
is also 200 pesos but it's 300 to go all the way back to 
the airport, and that buses depart at 8am, noon, and 
3pm, seven days a week. This I decide is how I'll get 
back. 
 
I check in at the Clarkton on Fields. A single room is 
500 pesos, first night in advance, and includes a free 
safe deposit box which I take advantage of. The room 
itself has a large double bed, color cable TV (CNN 
International) and a hot-cold shower. 
 
After unpacking, I venture out for bottled water and to 
exchange another traveler's cheque. I hit about three 
money exchanges and maybe half a dozen banks, none will 
exchange a TC. When I get back to the Clarkton, the 
clerk suggests Swagman Travel about a half mile back up 
fields. I take a 2 peso jeepney there and take care of 
business. 
 
After spending a good portion of the day traveling and 
wandering around, it's still only 3pm and I'm left 
without much to do on a July afternoon. Angeles is a 
somewhat small, dusty town with mostly one lane streets, 
and not a lot more beyond endless blocks of small, 
dilapidated third world shops and bars. 
 
I don't feel like waiting further, and after a beer at 
Margaritaville, go into Archie's, a go-go bar, and check 
out the scene. Unlike Bangkok, most of the bars in 
Angeles open about noon rather than early evening. 
 
I end up going back to my hotel with a girl named 
Imelda. She threw herself at me in the bar wouldn't let 
go. It's a flat 600 pesos to the bar to have her all 
night. 
 
We go back and I have her a number of times over the 
next 6 hours, both in bed and in the shower. Unlike I 
was expecting all filipinas to be, Imelda had very 
little pubic hair. As has been my habit, I grabbed my 
tweezers and started plucking, removing all the hair 
from her mound and then trimming her lip hair short. 
 
She's 28 with two kids but still has a fairly tight body 
on here 5'2" frame. Her stomach is still in good enough 
shape to wear a bikini, though her breasts sag a little 
from nursing. And as an added plus, she's also started 
her period. The flow's pretty light, but I'm still a bit 
disconcerted withdrawing my condom covered penis coated 
in blood. 
 
At one point we're watching CNN and she mentions how she 
doesn't like Japanese men, describing them as "sadisto." 
 
Finally, about nine or ten we head back to 
Margaritaville for a late dinner and then I go off for 
another girl, telling Imelda she can drop back in at my 
hotel later for a threesome, which she's happy to do. 
 
Imelda returns sooner than I expected, before I had the 
chance to go out again. But so far she has seemed honest 
enough, so I'm not overly concerned about her swiping 
stuff, and I also haven't left anything really valuable 
in my room. 
 
~ ~ ~ 
 
We go out together about 11:30pm and start hitting the 
bars looking for the third of three. We end up at Zanadu 
on Fields after a jeepney ride and pick out a friend of 
Imelda's for a 600 peso all night. 
 
I had hoped not to get anyone she knew just to try to 
limit the conspiratorial possibilities. However, the 
others I tried either also had kids or wanted me all to 
themselves. 
 
Her name was Emma and she looked quite different from 
Imelda. Emma was 25 but looked 14. She was simply and 
totally adorably cute. She was thin and only 4' 6 3/4" 
in height (I had brought along a tape measure this time 
to more accurately establish tiny girl status). You'd 
swear I was breaking the law until you saw her breasts, 
which were at least those of a 25 year old. 
 
Though she thoroughly insisted she'd never had kids, the 
slight sag of her breasts and fine stretch marks 
suggested otherwise. She was adamant that this was 
simply due to her menstruation. And who knows, maybe 
when you get down to that scale, things do work a little 
differently. 
 
The three of us took a jeepney back to my hotel and I 
alternately ravaged the two of them, when they were not 
working together to pleasure me. Any lezzy action was 
out, though, as far as they were concerned. 
 
By choice, Imelda preferred to the take the comforter 
and sleep on the floor, while Emma and me, entwined, 
finally settled off to sleep. Emma was quite a giggly 
girl, always with a big grin on her small doll-like 
face. 
 
They both seemed particularly hung up on my looks, 
repeatedly pinching my nose, cheeks, and eyebrows. 
Imelda said the last guy she was with was 55 years old 
and bald (I'm more than 20 years younger and still with 
all my hair). 
 
Both Imelda and Emma insist they have to see the doctor 
at 9am the next morning for their weekly bargirl 
checkup. I take it for what it's worth and after 
breakfast together at the hotel restaurant, send them 
off with 100 pesos for the trike (motorized tricycle, 
actually a motorcycle with a sidecar). They take it but 
get on a jeepney instead, though they might still use 
one after a transfer. 
 
They also insist they want to come back at noon to go 
swimming in the hotel pool. I don't have immediate plans 
beyond a couple of small errands, so go along with it. 
 
In general, I haven't found much I particularly care for 
about Angeles. Beyond the many small rundown shops and 
go-go bars, I haven't found a whole lot more to this 
hot, dusty, flat town. For me at least, I don't see a 
reason ever to visit this place except as a sex tourist, 
the bargirl prices being significantly cheaper than 
Bangkok. That doesn't leave much for daytime, though, 
and I don't think I could stand to stay here too much 
longer. Whereas Bangkok is a town I could *live* in. 
 
One more note. I've only spoken with a few bargirls now, 
but contrary to what I've heard, I've found their 
English speaking ability hardly impressive. The 
sophistication of my conversation has had to drop to 
nearly the level of when I was last in Bangkok, in order 
to communicate. Though to be fair, the airport, hotel, 
and clerical staff I've dealt with, spoke a greatly more 
serviceable English. 
 
~ ~ ~ 
 
Again, sooner than I expect, there's a knock on my door, 
and Emma and Imelda burst out at me from around the 
corner. 
 
We end up lying on the bed talking for a while. The 
major issue is my paying their 600 peso bar fine again 
to get them both for the entire rest of the day and 
night. I end up going along with it because I hadn't 
been too excited by the rest of the bar scene I've seen 
and I'm pretty well settled at this point to check out 
of the P.I. the next day. Jet lag, of course, is also 
contributing to my less than party animal attitude. 
 
The three of us head back up Fields so I can exchange 
another TC and visit their bars, Archie's and Zanadu, 
for their fines. On the way back they each get a fried 
banana on a stick for 5 pesos. 
 
Emma brought her swimsuit back with her and went for a 
swim at the Clarkton pool. Imelda wanted to go in her 
bra and panties, but first went back to her place for a 
second change and to check on her kids. 
 
I kick back in the room still feeling a bit out of it. 
Eventually Emma comes back and we make love. Imelda 
returns a little while later and we begin a deforesting 
session on Emma's pussy. Emma has much more pubic hair 
than Imelda *had* but it is still contained in a nicely 
compact area rather than uncontrolled growth up the 
abdomen and down the thighs. In fact, her lower lips are 
smooth and hairless. 
 
Rather than working with tweezers, I simply grab a few 
hairs at a time and yank. Emma hardly reacts until I 
begin to descend her mound. After a while I've thinned 
the area a good deal and proceed with Swiss Army Knife 
clippers to cut the hair short. Then I bring her into 
the bathroom and stand all 4' 6" of her on top of the 
sink before shaving her smooth. 
 
Without hair, she has an almost perfect crease between 
her legs which I admire before tasting. Emma's quite 
sensitive to oral pleasure and won't keep still enough 
for me to really go down on her. 
 
I had also brought along some hair removal wax and 
experiment with it on the short hairs remaining on 
Imelda's lips. This was a mistake for a first attempt as 
I'd chosen the most sensitive area for application. It 
worked with some success, though Imelda insisted on 
removing it herself very slowly as not per instructions. 
 
After some more fun together, as measured by the used 
condoms, the three of us have a late evening dinner 
downstairs, before retiring for the night with the TV 
playing a Tagalog sitcom. Yeah, I know, but Angeles 
ain't Bangkok, nor is Fields Patpong. 
 
We stay fairly entwined that night during which I have 
an extended session with tiny Emma. She may've dozed off 
during part of it even. So much for my passion. 
 
We sleep in a bit later the next morning whereupon they 
amuse themselves ganging up on me, wrestling. Both have 
strength beyond their size and with Imelda particularly, 
I'm having to get on her back and pin her legs with mine 
while holding her, just to subdue her. 
 
Both take pleasure in face pinching and throwing 
themselves at me. Fortunately with the aircon up full we 
manage to keep fairly cool during some otherwise sweaty 
action. 
 
We shower and dress, and I pack and check out. I give 
them a 250 peso tip each along with two unopened 
leftover bottles of water I had bought. I hear the 
marriage line and give my home address to them, for 
whatever amusement it might later provide. 
 
They have proven themselves honest and sincere, though, 
in our time together. Nothing they've said that I could 
check has not turned out to be true, nor have they 
failed to return or follow through on their announced 
intentions. 
 
I settle at the front desk. The three of us take a 
jeepney to check point terminal on Fields. We separate 
with a number of warm but sad waves before I transfer to 
a second jeepney to take me to the Angeles Swagman Hotel 
for the bus ride back to Manila. 
 
Once back at the Ermita Swagman, the airport bus takes 
off after an hour and a half wait. On the way to the 
airport I have an interesting conversation with a long 
time British traveler who has been going to Bangkok for 
25 years and has made hundreds of trips, business 
related, to Hong Kong. Got a couple of tips from him to 
try in Bangkok: The Siam Hotel, and Renoirs on Soi 33 
for particularly beautiful girls. He said that back in 
the early seventies a girl could be had in Bangkok for 
as little as 40 baht. 
 
At the airport, I go to the Philippine Airlines office 
to get on the next flight to Bangkok. I find out the 
9:40 flight has been rescheduled for 8am the next day 
and for that I can only get on the waiting list. I'm not 
about to spend the next 16 hours in Ninoy Aquino 
International Airport nor go through the hassle of two 
taxi rides and an overnight in a hotel, altogether which 
would run at least $50 and require me back in the 
airport at 6am, to maybe get on a flight. 
 
I ask the airline clerk for other flights and he says 
there's a Lufthansa flight leaving at 8:30, a one-way 
ticket to Bangkok running $240. I opt for that but on 
the way over remember Egypt Air having cheap flights to 
Bangkok. I go to their office instead and get on a 
flight leaving at 8:30pm for only $150. 
 
~ ~ ~ 
 
The flight took about 2 1/2 hours. The stewardesses were 
rather fat and matronly, but the pilot lands the plane 
smoothly, much more so than the Philippine Airlines 
landing in Manila were my seat belt was actually put to 
use restraining me as I was literally thrown forward. 
 
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 all 
night 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 bar fine, 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 goodbye 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. She spent the 
last two weeks in a room just 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 goodbye 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 sky has 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. 
 
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 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 bar 
fine. 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 aggressive 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 exaggerated 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 bar fine 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 consistently 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 around 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 bar 
fine 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 a 
previous trip. 
 
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 
affected 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 extended 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 tries 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 apartment, 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 underwhelming, visa a vise 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 goodbye to 
Supranee, exchange a couple of traveler's cheques and 
hop on the 70 baht airport bus. My carrier is Lao 
Aviation and our in-flight meal for the hour trip from 
Bangkok to Vientiane consists of a cold hot dog with 
ketchup, donut, green cupcake, and miniature banana. I 
enjoy this with a small glass of Beerlao. 
 
The food, however, only partially foretells the scene I 
arrive to in Laos. I was expecting a spartan terminal, 
befitting a very poor country, but not quite as decrepit 
and poorly lit, with rusted signs and an obstacle course 
of mud puddles from the recent rain. More importantly, 
the single money exchange booth at the airport is 
closed, requiring that I deal entirely in the readily 
accepted Thai baht my first day in Laos. 
 
I arrive late in the afternoon and take a 200 baht taxi 
ride into town to the Lao Chaleune Hotel (aka the Inter- 
Hotel) which sits on a quiet corner only about a hundred 
feet from the banks of the Mekong River. I check into a 
350 a night room with two beds, aircon, refrigerator 
with bottled water, and hot shower. I spend the early 
evening exploring the neighborhood, my umbrella only 
providing partial protection from the light but steady 
rain. 
 
In the dark I must pay as much attention to my next step 
as the sights around me, for paved streets appear to be 
a recent innovation in the capital of Laos, the sidewalk 
an invention largely unheard of. After dodging mud 
puddles and receiving a gradual soaking for some two 
hours, I end up in a small tavern, order a large bottle 
of Beerlao, and watch the fuzzy reception of a Malaysia 
Indonesia soccer game on the TV. 
 
A thousand kip (a little over a dollar) tuk-tuk ride 
back to my hotel, a quick shower and change of clothes, 
and I'm ready to check out the downstairs nightclub. The 
band plays very loud, mostly Lao pop music as near as I 
can tell. I'm offered an English speaking girl for 
conversation and we go into a quieter outer room to 
talk. She's half Lao half American and doesn't look at 
all Lao, and I make use of her to acquaint myself a bit 
more with the country and try to plan out some of my 
short 3 night stay. 
 
After a while she leaves and I'm approached by a young 
man asking if I would like to have her for the night. I 
instead request a Lao girl but am given one of 
Vietnamese ancestry, both parents emigrants from Hanoi. 
We agree on a 1000 baht all night, an amount I should've 
been able to cut down, and she's sent to my room at 
about 11pm. Her name is Vieng, 27, one baby, ok looking, 
but I decide not worth expending more than one condom 
on. 
 
She stays with me until about 11:30 the next morning, 
and after the rain tapers off a bit, I head out for 
lunch at a small local place. The rain picks up again 
while I eat and when I go out again I find the streets 
flooded with up to a foot of water. I had planned a 
walking tour of the city that day but the unrelenting 
rain keeps me indoors. I instead go back to my room for 
another shower. 
 
~ ~ ~ 
 
After dinner I set up a private day tour of the 
surrounding area for the next day. Because of short 
notice, I'm unable to hook up with a group and am paying 
more than I'd like to. 
 
A little while later I go downstairs intending to check 
out the night club scene but instead end up talking to a 
gen-u-wine mercenary whom I later find out happens to be 
in the room next to mine. 
 
He says he runs an air transport company (ala Air 
America, Southern Air Transport, etc.) in the region and 
simply describes his job as moving cargo, cargo that 
often happens to be soldiers, weapons, and military 
supplies. He's been in Southeast Asia some 28 years now 
and tells me the hotel I happen to have chosen used to 
be used by Air America people. We end up talking for a 
few hours exchanging info on the best and cheapest pussy 
(during the Vietnam War you could get a girl short time 
for $1.50). 
 
At one point he tells me of a friend who went out into 
the country in Thailand and bought a girl off a family 
for $100, didn't like her after a few days, and took her 
back for a refund. He also talks a lot about his 
marshall arts background, black belts and various ground 
fighting experiences, including pulling out a small 
mini-mag flashlight he keeps and demonstrating various 
ways to kill someone with it. A generally likeable, good 
natured person, but a little scary after listening to 
for the evening. 
 
The end result is that I never get around to acquiring 
any female company, and for the first time this trip, go 
to bed alone. 
 
The entire next day is spent on my tour. Myself, a 
guide, and a driver go off into the country in a taxi. 
We get out of the city and drive along the lush green 
country roads, stopping along the way at a zoo, which

2 comments

troop
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14 years ago
dude that's a mighy long story.. i read about a fourth to third of it but will be back to finish it because it is interesting.
yndy
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14 years ago
Quite a read. Thanx for recording and posting your trip. I don't think I'd have had the stamina even when I was your 
age 20 years ago. 
 
Would you consider a summary w/total funds spent and total number of xperiences? 
 
Plus, how you'd do it next time.

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