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I had dinner with a female friend at Fuji Restaurant at Central Festival. It a good chain Japanese restaurant and recommended. I walked along Beach Road and found the same girl that I enjoyed twice last year. She gave my friend a hard time but I had a good time so I tried her again. I gave her a good ass pounding while she kept saying "what the fuk?" it was pretty fun. Cost was 1 K baht. I would repeat.
Around 12 a friend messaged me to meet her at ibar. I dropped just over 2 k baht for Jack bottle service which includes 3 or 4 bottles of coke & a bucket of ice. I bought a second bottle of Sam Song for about 800 baht with cokes & bucket of ice. I also bought a few rounds of slushie shots which are only 30 baht so I was buying a half dozen at a time. I drank a little to fast and left early. Ibar will hold the unfinished bottle for you and give you a claim ticket to get it next time.
I found a 3 holer for st for 1 k. Good service but I was a little too drunk to enjoy some of it. I asked if she had any ass fucking friends and she said yes. I asked her to call her & she came right over. Great service so I tipped an extra 200 on top of the 1 k baht.
Definitely a fantastic evening but I spent about 7 k.
Woke up & had lunch with a friend's Nongsao (little sister really just young friend) at Hajime restaurant. She was very boring but better than eating alone, I guess. Then had to change money, also at Central Festival on the 4th floor there are a few banks so you can compare rates side by side easily. Then went to a massage shop & a couple bars on Soi 6 just for some water & check out the girls. I was feeling exhausted but same friend called me to meet her for drinks & hanging out. Met at an out of the way place on Soi Buakhau and had water & street food. I was exhausted from being out 7 hours now and headed back to my room for a rest.
I called the girl from last night at 930 and she came over at about 1030.3 hole BBBJ service 1 round was 1 k. An hour later after relaxing over drinks, I asked for a second round for 500. Sehe said 700 and I said ok. About an hour later the ibar girl was calling to meet.
Went to I bar & bought another bottle of Jack with 4 bottles of coke & a bucket of ice for 2070 baht. I was drinking my leftover Samgsong. Now I have 2 leftover bottles.
Damage for the day was 700 for lunch for 2, 140 for 2 waters on soi 6 with tip, 360 for dinner for two, 1700 for 2 sessions BBBJ & A service & about 2500 for booze, snacks, & tips at ibar but lots of booze leftover, I just have to buy the ice & mixers.
The Pattaya Music Festival starts tonight with the main stage next to the Hard Rock and second stage just outside Walking Street.
Text me if you want to meet tonight: 090-201-7927.
Just making an introduction gents. So hopefully I can tap into some great recommendations since its been like 5 years since my last visit. I see the prices have increased a bit but who cares it's still better then where I'm coming from.
Recently I took Mr. E's earlier recommendation on the Pattaya forum that AMA Fashion is the best tailor shop in Pattaya. The shop is located on Pattaya Central Rd. Just west of 2nd Rd on the south side of the street. I'm glad I did as they did a great job for me.
This was the first time in my life I had ever been fitted for custom tailored clothing. I needed a new suit, shirt and tie for a family wedding back in the states later this year. I selected a dark blue conservative business style single breasted and vent cut suit made out of 80% light weight wool and 20% cashmere; a light blue long sleeved shirt with white pinstripes, button down collar, cuffs, and a white tie with matching pocket handkerchief.
The fitting process was meticulous. After the 3rd fitting I decided that I wanted the lapels to be wider. This was no problem at all for them and my wish was their command. They made the suit to my exact specifications and it fits perfectly.
They also were kind enough to make me a new tie from scratch when I told them I wanted it to be wider. If I gain or lose weight between now and the time I need to wear the suit they will do the necessary alterations for free. In fact any time in the future I might want the suit altered for any reason it will be done at no charge.
When the suit was finished Chris the owner and his assistant brought it personally to my condo for the final fitting. They treat their customer's right. I was completely satisfied and decided to order 2 pairs of custom fitted linen slacks and a pair of designer style jeans. Everything looks great and fits perfectly. They aren't cheap like so many of the other fly by night tailor shops in the city but the prices are reasonable; you get what you pay for; and they're willing to go out of their way to make things right.
I'm happy to second Mr. E's opinion.
[QUOTE=UncleVolodya;1695230]
Tall. Curvy, "blonde", with a beautiful face. (see pics) I damn near had to fight off the attention of other guys to get her.
[/QUOTE]Thats a very cute girl V. Well done buddy. How much was the damage?
[QUOTE=Daddy07;1696990]Recently I took Mr. E's earlier recommendation on the Pattaya forum that AMA Fashion is the best tailor shop in Pattaya. The shop is located on Pattaya Central Rd. Just west of 2nd Rd on the south side of the street. I'm glad I did as they did a great job for me.[/QUOTE]That was Uncle V's place I think. When I went, I met with the drunk assistant who was of no assistance. I will go try them again tomorrow on your recommendation.
Arrived in Pattaya yesterday. It took me 4 hours from my hotel in Bangkok to my hotel in Pattaya which is at least 90 minutes longer than usual. From Ekkamai to the Pattaya bus station took 2 hours and 40 minutes due to heavy traffic and road construction work. And then it took the baht bus 45 minutes to get me to my hotel. Crazy.
By the way: for some reason they have lowered the price for the bus from Ekkamai to Pattaya from 124 to 119 Baht. So that's good news for the cheap charlies among us.
I had a look at Beach Road around 7 PM and later on again at 10 PM. The stalls and the stages for the music festival are all set up on the road, where the traffic usually is, so this means the promenade is free for walking and..... WG's!
So that's the good news. The bad news is that the quantity and quality were both lower than usual.
Quite a lot of police around as well, but they didn't arrest any of the WG's. Not at the times I was there anyway.
So tired. Waking up after noon the last 2 days. But here goes.
Met Mr. E and a friend for lunch at Fuji at Central Plaza for medium grade Japanese food. Took Mr. E to TUK HAPPY MASSAGE which is my friend's shop just past Triangle Bar past LK Metro. New and very clean shop that had about 6 very early 20 something girls providing special service massage. Definitely worth checking out!
Took a nap in the afternoon then had a friend come over for a nice relaxed afternoon session. BBBJ & 3 hole service, no problem. Rested most of the early evening then finally got my ass out of bed to go see the Pattaya Music Festival. I checked out the second stage just outside Walking street which was not busy then another stage outside Royal Garden. Then took a baht bus to the main stage is close to Hard Rock & Soi 6. It was super crowded when I was there from 1130 pm to 1 am. Since Beach Road was closed to traffic, I had to walk over 1/2 hour to get back to Walking Street. Normally not bad but I was tired, really tired. A few dozen girls were around on Beach Road. I talked to a few and got a couple of phone numbers.
Met up with Mr. E and his friend at 230 am. They took me to 808 where they had 3 bottles of Chivas Regal for 3000 baht special every Friday. Great deal even though mixers are extra. Did several shots with many, many girls but finally went with Mr. E's recommendation. Very long session with a 69 that seemed to last 20+ minutes then straight to the A for about a half hour pounding. I kept asking her if she was ok and loved her response which was, "shut up and fuk my ass!" Great times! Unfortunately, I was too drunk to finish but it was definitely fun. 1 k st. I really needed to sleep. Took ibuprofen for really sore feet / legs / back. Yes, we finished all 3 bottles!!!
2 more nights to go.
I don't remember too much about last night after those 3 bottles. I was supposed to go with one chick. She gave me her phone. Horny guys kept hitting her up. One guy said he wanted to see her naked on the webcam because he was so horny and would give her $35/ month. I gave him my paypal and told him to send the money first. She told me to walk around the club one more time then we could leave. I went back over to hang with Sushi and my other wingman. When I went back to the chick there was a nother guy with her. I still have her damn Galaxy Note. But I already know the chick so I will just give it to her when I see her.
The next thing I remember is my other wingman asking me if I wanted to go to Flexx. I said hell yeah. The next thing I remember is walking down Walking Street with some chick and her saying she was from Phuket. Next thing I remember after that is waking up at home naked next to this chick with big ass titties. She left about an hour ago and I gave her 1000 baht.
[QUOTE=Daddy07;1696990]Recently I took Mr. E's earlier recommendation on the Pattaya forum that AMA Fashion is the best tailor shop in Pattaya. The shop is located on Pattaya Central Rd. Just west of 2nd Rd on the south side of the street. I'm glad I did as they did a great job for me.
This was the first time in my life I had ever been fitted for custom tailored clothing. I needed a new suit, shirt and tie for a family wedding back in the states later this year. I selected a dark blue conservative business style single breasted and vent cut suit made out of 80% light weight wool and 20% cashmere; a light blue long sleeved shirt with white pinstripes, button down collar, cuffs, and a white tie with matching pocket handkerchief.
The fitting process was meticulous. After the 3rd fitting I decided that I wanted the lapels to be wider. This was no problem at all for them and my wish was their command. They made the suit to my exact specifications and it fits perfectly.
They also were kind enough to make me a new tie from scratch when I told them I wanted it to be wider. If I gain or lose weight between now and the time I need to wear the suit they will do the necessary alterations for free. In fact any time in the future I might want the suit altered for any reason it will be done at no charge.
When the suit was finished Chris the owner and his assistant brought it personally to my condo for the final fitting. They treat their customer's right. I was completely satisfied and decided to order 2 pairs of custom fitted linen slacks and a pair of designer style jeans. Everything looks great and fits perfectly. They aren't cheap like so many of the other fly by night tailor shops in the city but the prices are reasonable; you get what you pay for; and they're willing to go out of their way to make things right.
I'm happy to second Mr. E's opinion.[/QUOTE]Yup that was me. Uncle V not Mr E. Haha. But I guess its easy to get confused.
I go back and visit Chris to get some stuff done every time I am in Pattaya. Last time I had them do some alterations on 2 Burberry suits I have. Excellent job and now the fit is amazing. Raja, Chris' head tailor did a fantastic job and only charged me 2 K for coat and pants.
How much did Chris charge for the suit you had made? I may get one done there next time. I have gotten plenty of shirts and pants but no suit yet.
Last time I also had a Linen suit done at HiFi tailor, a place Mr E recommended. Ama did not have the color fabric I wanted. He did the suit and 2 linen shirts for 6 K. Best quality linen. Not the cheap stuff. And great workmanship! I have received many complements on the suit and shirts.
[QUOTE=MerZues;1697001]Thats a very cute girl V. Well done buddy. How much was the damage?[/QUOTE]I will get plenty of shit from the guys here buy I gave her 3 K for LT.
I tried to give her only 2 K but she started bitching and moaning so I caved and gave her 3. I thnk this is the going rate at I-bar these days.
To assuage the TL; DR critics here is a summary that will (a) get you past this drivel, and (b) not mention anything about glowing gerbils.
Lots of tourists.
Baccara: Eye candy only.
Heaven Above: Old white dudes.
Bliss: No oil.
Bliss: Maybe oil.
See you next post!
Okay, those uncultured bastards are gone, so here we go! After my less than stellar stay in Angeles and a less than perfect flight back I made it to the sanctuary of Pattaya. The real excitement on the first night was that my lost luggage showed up by courier. Obviously you won't want to hear about the lesser events.
The next day I started making up for the Angeles debacle. I took a moto taxi to Walking Street around bar opening time (20:00) and ran straight into organized gangs of hoodlums with leaders waving flags with patriotic fervor. Holy crap! There are even more tourists than last year! What is this about a bad high season?
Just once I want to see a barker / doorman seize one of those flags and go, waving wildly, into his bar, preferably Windmill, Sugar Baby, or another of those gynecology clinics. I'll wait outside for the shell-shocked survivors to stagger out and sell them hand sanitizer, or maybe hand sanitizer scented water, at a really ridiculous price. For a bit more I'll go in and look for their husbands. Additional charge for their pants.
I think a new level of dickishness (I declare that a word) was reached when some street performer must have drawn three groups at once. The circle was so big that it spanned the street and the sidewalks. It even pissed off one of the doormen who went down the sidewalk almost physically shoving people back into the street.
Glowing rat-things are still popular. I wonder if the gay area has glowing gerbils. So much for the term, "Where the light don't shine!
Quite a surprise was the kick-boxing place drawing a big crowd. Not that the crowd was a surprise: They are tourists. Kick-boxing is a must see. The surprise was that there was kick boxing. Has that been there all along about halfway down the street on the sea side? I really should look around more. My technique is to plan my next stop, stare straight ahead and plow on. Fewer hassles with coyotes, people with large signs about something or other, and glowing rats. It works, but it is a bit problematic when I overshoot and end up off my mental map of the target bar. I guess I always wondered why there were people gathered there. I just thought they were a**holes. Not that they necessarily aren't, anyway.
Like in BKK three weeks ago my first stop was Baccara, I think for subconsciously the same reason: See the eye candy and remember why I don't BF bar girls very often. Mission accomplished. Lots of enhanced hotties. I bought a LD for a non-enhanced #56 (she told me her name and it had vowel and consonant sounds in it), selected for a tight little body, a cute face, and apparently only one tattoo. Very friendly, much laughter, even at stuff that wasn't funny, then had to go dancing again. About three quarters of the way through she gets off the stage and goes over to an Asian gentleman's table for a drink. Her half full one at my table must have tasted bad or something. But maybe his did, too, for she was soon at another table with another drink. I should have been pissed but, as I said, mission accomplished. I already had had buyer's remorse almost as soon as she sat down. Problem solved.
Can those girls only afford the stocking-strap things for one leg? That is sad.
I left to find somewhere where more of my people were. By "my people" I mean western old fogies. I knew just the place: Heaven Above. It did not disappoint. I would say that 75% of the customers had either gray or no hair, or a combination thereof. There were three young farangs who looked as out of place as I had a Baccara. The dancer quality has gone down seriously in the last two years. No standouts, but one or two that would be doable if one wanted.
But it was time to get that which had eluded me in Angeles: Sex. Sex of some sort. Sex with another human this time. Hopefully a human female, because I didn't want my balls flapping against an Adam's apple. Yes, it was BJ Bar Time! To the moto-taxi!
We pause now for a digression on just what the deal is with the motos. I described this a few months ago here or maybe on the hotels thread, but I'll basically repeat it anyway: The TL; DR people have most likely already left. I tried the baht bus years ago and ended up as the last passenger and was dropped off at a statue depicting two very amorous cetaceans. The bus continued northbound to points unknown, probably the driver's house. I walked from the f*cking dolphins to Walking Street, in the process cutting from Second Road to Beach Road on a poorly chosen soi, the kind of soi where they might sell the glowing gerbils. I was very lucky not to emerge at least bi-curious, to say nothing of with a glowing anus.
We've probably had enough glowing gerbil discussions, haven't we?
At any rate, I arrived completely drenched for my first Walking Street visit since, well, since it was Walking Street (it had been years) and I spent, as a service to other mongers, the entire visit to Baccara on my feet so I didn't leave a soggy spot on the seat. Because who really wants to put his hand on a soggy spot on a seat in a strip club?
So, based on this really large sample group study, it was clear that baht buses were not for me. This is not unlike my last visit to AC: I asked a trike guy how much from Pony Tails to SM mall. 100 pesos. Ridiculous. But I don't haggle. I just walked and never tried a trike again. There was much sweating. A real demonstration of the two male brains. Baht bus, trike: No, I'll never try that again. Almost got ripped off by a probable tranny at Super Queen in Patpong: Was back the next night for a different selection. The Penis Brain is strong in this one.
So off we went to Bliss Lounge. Amazingly, he understood my instructions, which amounted to "Chalermphrakiat Soi Sip Hok". I later determined that that ridiculously long named street was also Third Road. Much easier. But that enlightenment was after a tragic mistake which we will come to.
I did my first in queue thing and got what was, as we ascended to the room, a progressively less attractive not so young lady. But she had decent technique, so I could lean back and imagine someone, anyone, else working on my lower brain. It almost worked. After a long time she switched to the manual transmission of energy. Eventually it was clear that if I was going to survive, I would have to help. I asked for oil. She stroked faster. Apparently what I thought the universal sign for "Oil my dick" was, a fist-squeezing motion above the private part, means, "Power, Scotty, we need power!" in Thai.
Just before we hit Warp 5 I managed to disengage the wiener drive. I took over. With my almost steaming manhood now safely protected by my hand, I repeated the Oil my Dick / Power, Scotty, we need power signal. There was much confusion. Eventually I think I established that the Bliss Lounge does not stock oil for emergency use. WTF? I found that a little amazing. So I heroically went to work using the rock-crushing grip I have somehow developed over the years, mostly when not in Thailand. Frankly, I did not come here to further thicken the calluses I've grown from home use, but after a few self-abusing (in this case a good term) minutes a happy conclusion spewed forth.
TL; DR See you next post.
Fast-forward to the next day. I went to the moto stand by the hotel and used the faithful, "Chalermphrakiat Soi Sip Hok. " Off we went. I stay at the Pattaya Bay Resort which no one has ever heard of and is not a resort and can no longer see Pattaya Bay. It is behind The Avenue shopping mall which is on Second Road sort of across from Soi 13. The normal route that I would have taken would have been eastbound, passing the LK Metro area then taking a diagonal soi to Chalermphrakiat. We headed northbound. Hey, these guys know all the shortcuts. But this was turning into a hell of a bizarre shortcut. We got onto Second Road and kept going north. I waited for quite some time: You don't want to interrupt an artist or a really, really ugly moto driver with three teeth. Finally when I'm pretty sure we were about to see those f*cking dolphins again, I tapped him on the back. We pulled over. There was much poor Thai and wild gesticulating. He says, "Ah, "Chalermphrakiat Soi Sip Hok!" But probably with a rising tone instead of a falling tone or something. My guess is that the pronunciation I used meant, "Take me to Bill, the baht bus driver's, house. ".
So we wound through a whole bunch of back streets and ended up on the proper road, even on the proper side! A real win since it takes me five minutes to cross that thing. I tipped him a bit since it was a joint mis-communication and I really should have mentioned something before we were at the Bangkok suburbs. But for a pittance I got a nice tour of Pattaya seeing sights that escape most tourists, things like minute scratches in the paint of very large buses. On each side of me. I've always wondered how you say in Thai, "Do you realize I'm wider than your handlebars?
I do feel so much better with the helmet. I know that when we crash into a bus at full speed the tiny helmet will be driven fully onto my head so I won't look like a total dork with a child's helmet perched atop his head when the pictures are taken. I think the moto stand at the hotel is screwing with me, each time giving me a smaller helmet. It is getting ridiculous.
Speaking of ridiculous, what are the odds that the same provider will be first in line twice in a row? Either she was or she assumed that I really wanted to wank in front of her again, because it was just like old times. Almost. Again a pleasurable, but not fully satisfying blow, then some more Scotty work. No, even my best mental fantasies, which you can believe we are NOT getting into here, didn't work. I somehow knew that Scotty didn't actually look much better than the real (sort of) Scotty, though she did have all the fingers on both hands, a plus in a hand job. Okay, that was pretty obscure, but someone will get it.
So I threw my hand in the breach. I again asked for oil, using the much feared gesture after protecting my parts. No, no oil. I pointed to my pants hanging on the wall. She brought them. I dug my hand into a pocket and brought it out brandishing that miracle of western culture that almost makes up for reality TV and Kim Kardashian: Astroglide!
I came prepared in case I did do a BF. I have my condoms and, since baby oil is not supposed to be good with latex (that sounds like a dining dilemma, but you know what I mean, I hope) brought the 'Glide.
She started gibbering about, "You no tell me!" So perhaps they do have oil, but I just didn't get the point across. I was going to show her the signal again to try to explain, but why imperil my genitals one more time? A far more pleasurable satisfactory conclusion was soon reached and I staggered out, dodged half the cars in Pattaya, and walked to Soi LK Metro to find that, as reported, it is closed in the day now. I made it to my hotel with three teaspoons of sweat left in my system.
TL; DR folks:
Devil's Den: Rain is an Amazon.
Second-hand spit on a dick must suck.
That's it.
The Devil's Den visit was delayed for a day due to technical difficulties with my digestive system. Not the squirts, but incomplete evacuation, and with the almost guaranteed application of tongues to my anus I felt I might wait until they wouldn't come away demanding a bigger tip. This happens to me every so often. I actually visited a doctor about it. I did not learn the cause, but it was educational nonetheless: I can now add to my life's lessons that if the nurse is holding a caulking gun when you come out of the dressing room, things are not going well.
So I stuck with known foods and sources for a day to minimize any outside influences and waited. My favorite Thai food doesn't seem to affect it and is relatively standardized in preparation, so I figured it was safe. My favorite Thai food is the Samurai Pork Burger at McDonald's. Before you scoff (probably too late now) think about this: The Samurai Pork Burger is available only in Thailand. There is a similar product in Japan but it is not named the Samurai Pork Burger because who the hell would associate "Samurai" with "Japan"? Now think of Pad Thai. You can get that on or at least near every continent (I had some on a ship off of Antarctica). It is a really promiscuous food. The Samurai Pork Burger has remained true to its roots. So which one is the real, authentic Thai food?
My sabbatical over, I chose Rain and her choice of a second lady. I believe it was Gik, but I didn't catch the name very well and a review of the pics proved ambiguous. I made the choice based on those photos, which set me up for a bit of a surprise when I showed up at the Den. Rain is perhaps the largest person I have been intimate with other than someone in Kentucky during my quest to have sex in all fifty US states. Compromises to my standards had to be made to attain that goal, especially after I rashly limited it to live humans. Miss Kentucky was one such compromise, or maybe one and a half or two if one is basing the tabulation on tonnage. But Rain carries it well. No, she's not skinny, but she doesn't really have a gut or a disproportionate butt. I'll use the term Amazonian, but that somehow implies to me more of a ripped body or a policy of free delivery for orders over $35. She is tall, outright towering in her heels. This might, especially in Thailand, beg a question, but I ultimately examined everything VERY closely and I'm certain she is a she and always has been.
With all that said she still looks pretty much as good as any of the DD women, admittedly not the highest of standards. I think that if you're into receiving domination she would be a brilliant choice. Just be damned clear about the safe word. Her English, "Advanced" on her profile, is passable, not fluent, but way better than anything you would really need given the context of the visit, easily mastering the complexities of requesting penile penetration of various orifices in the Talk Dirty phase of the activities.
The other girl was a wonderful opposite: Small, brown hair instead of black, and the cutest little tan nipples that I made sure were not lonely during my visit.
In the preliminary washing I learned that tortu. Uh, enhanced interrogation techniques waste a LOT of water with the waterboarding business. Just use capfuls of Listerine. Due to a slight timing mis-coordination I ended up inhaling one. A couple capfuls of that and I'd be confessing to 9/11, the Kennedy assassination, and torpedoing the Lusitania. It's kind of like stuffing a wire brush down your windpipe but not half as much fun.
But then things got worse: As usual, I was dried and sent to bed while they cleaned up, but the lights were up a little more than usual so much more detail could be discerned in the pink, shapeless blob staring down on me from the ceiling. The mirror at Som's in BKK was nothing compared to this. I ended up lying with a towel over my eyes. In later activities I found another plus in Rain's size: She covered a lot more of me than an average TG, though she also blotted out a lot more of the porn on the TV, but that stuff was pretty tame, anyway. It was soapy massage parlor grade: Hotter chicks, far less creative uses of bodily orifices and fluids. Deprived, during their prolonged bathing, of my sight, my other senses tried to fill in. I noted at least three, maybe four flushes. Presumably I would not be getting that yellow tinted shower I didn't want.
The remainder of the ninety minutes was a blur of tongues, tits, and twats. Predictably, I was unable to take advantage of some of the work that the DD is best known for because of the condom hatred issue, but that was like taking just one item from the playground, though it was a really good item, not those useless horses mounted on automotive coil springs. My privates got very familiar with two mouths and six hands, though two of the latter were old friends. Not as much rimming as I had anticipated, but my standards in that were elevated by my visit to Bell at Cherry. And there was that fairly standard business about a complete wipe-down when changing the BJ duty. They'll lick buttholes, they'll do full-on lesbian shows, but second hand spit from the dick is just too gross, I guess. And I'm going to keep guessing. I'm all for scientific research, but I have a lot to get through before I start sampling second hand spit from dicks. Maybe a good prison project, should that opportunity arise.
One rather weird effect was when the positions allowed symmetric groping, e. G. , I could grab both butts at once. Wow! What a contrast! A large, Amazon butt and two small soft globes with a smooth cleft between them just made for exploring.
Eventually, just before the knock at the door, a happy conclusion was reached. Through a quirk in geometry and ballistics we all had collateral damage from it. There was a lot of washing to do and not a lot of time to do it.
Sadly that was my only DD visit. Damn my digestive system! I should go to a doctor. I'm working on my house and maybe I could keep the caulking gun.
So there were more BJ visits, none with the extra sightseeing now that I knew the Sai Sahm thing. I visited the strip clubs nightly, mostly in Soi LK Metro after the initial couple of forays to Walking Street got me really fed up with the mass of (vaguely) humanity. So here are some brief notes on them.