S.E. Asia Travelogue

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