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flew to thialand with Thia Air, i managed to sleep for most of the way, but for the last hour they showed this extraordinary documentary about the king. im not sure of the event but i think it was to mark a certain amount of years of him on the throne. As a celebration everyone was encouraged to write him a letter saying how wonderful he was. Person after person came on to express 'i love the king' with additional statements like, 'he has worked so hard to get where he has today' and 'he is just like one of us' .... OK.
spent the first two nights ion the rather luxurious holiday inn situated in the up market business area of bankok, i utilised every moment knowing what was too come. the first night i went to a rather sleazy end off down called Pat Pong market, there are sights that i never thought i would see but tried to stay in the more upmarket tourist bars while avoiding the notorious lady boys. the next i visited the grand palace-temple and met a northern lad who showed me the way to koa shan road where most of the travellers
hang out. that night i decided to have a quiet one, Pat Pong was an experience but not one that i particularly wanted to repeat, so i went to the irish bar under the hotel. as expected it was very quiet, i ordered some food and sat down with my book. anyway a few hours later i found myself walking back down to Pat Pong Market with a load of irish travellers who wanted to see the market and were not sure where it was and wanted a guide. as we walked the the crowed market streets, one of then remarked 'you walked around here on your own last night? your braver then you look'. i took them to one of the more upmarket bars where we had some more beers and played the is it a boy or is a girl game. the bar closed at 1pm, and my quiet night had become much later and much more drunken than expected, it was time to go home, then a tuk tuk driver suggested we go to a club, in we got.
as i walked into the club the atmosphere was electric with the DJ playing pumping house and a
party in full swing, i noted lots of gay guys and a mass off lady boys, the air was so full of decadence you could chew it. the lady boy spotting in here was much more difficult, it is said that the best looking girls in bangkok are boys. but you can spot them, yes the usual big hands, big feet and an adams apple, but there is more to it than that, there too good looking, too glamorous too much. in here i was talking to a couple who were small, petite, pretty. very dangerous. my early night with a book ended with me leaving the club not in sun rise but in glorious sunshine.
somehow managed to check myself out of my hotel and transferee to a hostel on the koashan road, i finally rose at 7pm. with several emails and voice mails from helen saying that she was in bangkok and would head tot the koa shan road, but that her phone had been stolen. i walked out ontot the road and ordered some food and a fanta and sat there watching the world go by, when helen walked past. she was with a guy she introduced
as dave, who she had met in nepal he was brazillian but lived in bangkok. we all went for dinner, but i was feeling very ropey, i told dave i had been to spices the night before to which he replied, 'man that the most kicking club in bagkok, lets go again tonight....' i declined and went to bed at 11, while they stayed out and went to spices. after several hours of not sleeping i decided to go for a beer, i thought about joining them at spices, but im getting old and could not face it, so i went for a few on the main drag, stone cold sober at 1am this is a sight to behold.
the next day , me and hels sorted out flights to chang mai and tried to arrange a visa for Vietnam. for the evening helen said that she really wanted to go to the Pat pong market, honestly once was enough but three times in four days should be illegal. we got there and decided to watch one of the infamous ping pong shows, after less than a beer we left. then helen spotted another bar with pole dancers, 'i have
never been can we go in'. ok. but there was something different the girls on the poles we absolutely beautiful but there were not dancing, more shuffling, and although scantily clad they were not taking off any cloths, i thought there must be a back room for private dances but no. so i asked what the gig was. this is how it was explained to me, ' you see the girls are wearing numbers, well you pick one, and either she can go to your hotel for the night and be your girlfriend for the night, or you can take her upstairs and she will be your girlfriend for an hour.' however the most noticeable thing was that the girls seamed really happy and playful, they assumed that me and helen were boyfriend-girlfriend, which we were happy to pretend to be thinking this would give us some protection, instead they teased us, mouthing 'one two three' at us or offering helen there services. its difficult to explain 1, how light the atmosphere was and 2 how beautiful the girls were.
interesting times, but i was glad to leave bankok. we took a boat ride around bankok and headed for the airport
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justin
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nate, you know youre mum's reading this too..