General Reports

[Horntoad]

Will the bars & clubs be closed on Makha Bucha Day, Feb 12th.?

I was there last year and all the bars and MP's are closed. It definitely was strange to see Nana with no lights and also nothing open along Ratchada area. I think some of the oil MP's might be open but I didn't check. However, I ended up picking up a freelancer at Siam Hotel. Also there still are a few girls on Sukumvit but not many.

[Piper1]

Drunken Swede went Berserk on Flight to Thailand

A 44 year-old Swedish man reeked havoc onboard a Thai Airways flight carrying over 400 passengers, forcing the plane to turn back to Stockholm.

CrazySwede - that was a silly thing do do! When you get out of the cell and onto the next flight to BKK, wait until arrival to go crazy.

[Freeler]

Capt JB,

Perhaps.
Perhaps from the night before 6 pm til feb 12, midnight.
Perhaps not.
Bar owners usually get official notice on the day of closing.
You won't know for sure until such a notice has been handed over.
That's the way it goes. Mai pen rai.

[Richard Kopf]

“Mai mai mai mai”. In Thai, intoned correctly, it means: ”new wood burns, doesn’t it?” Because of this phrase, I have long wondered how it could be possible to master Thai. More likely, it is Thai which has mastered me. On this trip, it had a new meaning, for all the girls would be called Mai.

Like many, I have visited this beautiful land for it’s food, it’s culture, it’s weather, it’s smiling people, but mainly for it’s beautiful, and available girls. Over the years, I have found loving girlfriends in university uniforms, bargirls who I fell for, and who feigned to fall for me, even the odd ladyboy, prettier than the prettiest girl. I have had 2 Thai girlfriends over the years, neither over 22, and I’m over 40. They doted on me as I salivated over them. I’ve had lascivious blowjobs in bars specifically designed for that purpose, taken red hot vixens and innocent lambs, both from gogo bars, spent 90 mins, many times, with 2 no-holds-barred, and no holes barred girls from Eden Club, picked up freelancers from Thermae, from the street, from bars. I’ve met girls, eating a meal after they finished work….just joined them for a snack and taken them home, so many times that I nearly began to believe that they were all there just for my plucking.

This trip started the same as ever. My flight arrived at 10.20pm. By 10.45 I was in a cab, having changed money. By 11.15, luggage arrived to my room. At 11.30 I was in a cab and by 11.43 I was in lovely Mai, filling her mouth at my favourite BJ bar. Cool…a new record, I thought. Less than an hour from arriving to coming! After a stroll along soi Cowboy, I settled into a bar quickly for a quick Krating Daeng and found my angel for the night. Her name was Mai, too. She stayed long time and I loved her that night.

In the morning, I was off to Chiang Mai to start a 4 day tour…lots of fun, and very interesting, but that’s another story. I spent the afternoon at Sayuri, a body massage place where my 3rd angel, another Mai, ministered to me. It was Chinese New Year and the locals and tourists alike enjoyed the festive atmosphere in the streets. After seeing the sights, I fell in love with a very young girl from a bar beer. She ground herself into me, making me hard, then teasing me and put my hand between her legs, but when I asked her to come with me, she refused, saying it was too early to leave work and that mamasan would be upset….hmmmm. I should have gone back. I wandered around for another 90 mins, stopping at each bar and gogo, but I only had eyes for my newest angel. She spurned me again as I made the next round past the bars and I ended up with a sexy siren from Star Six gogo…who promised me “suck and fuck” and delivered, too. That made it 4 in 24 hours. After all, I was going on a tour and would not likely get lucky for a few days. Not just 4 girls, but 4 girls named Mai…could this just be a coincidence?

After 2 nights in the jungle, our raft arrived to the Dusit Resort in Chiang Rai, a welcoming oasis. I finished some work and was taken for a foot massage. It was great, and she offered an oil massage afterwards, but I had my mind elsewhere. It had started raining and I had no map. It would be difficult to find the nightlife here, if there was any. Common sense always tells me to ignore the tuk-tuk drivers, but I had not found any nightlife and his offer of 700 ST sounded good. He took me through the dark backstreets. In a small, low ceilinged room, were 4 nasty looking men. I feared for my wallet, if not my safety. But they only wanted a customer. There were also a dozen lovely girls. I chose the loveliest, and her name was Mai. One of the men wanted 50bt for condoms, one wanted 700 for the girl, the tuktuk driver wanted 50bt for driving (I wonder what the real price would have been, had he not taken me there). He took us to a “bungalow”, a short time room with cold shower and fan, no air-con. That cost another 60bt for the hour. Mai did as little as she had to. When I asked if she smoked,. She looked at me, shocked, and answered, dead serious and with a little disgust, “This not Chiang Mai!” Afterwards, she and the driver took me back to the markets.

I kept walking in the drizzling rain, and happened across a few bars, then a lane with gogos. The first one, maybe Snake?, had a lovely welcome-girl, but she spoke no English, so I moved on. In the Lobo bar, mainly for Germans, I was told, I met, Mai no.6. She was again, the loveliest girl there, small, young, cute face, great smile, spoke English, too. I could hardly bear to watch the lone dancer. I bought Mai a Spy and let her tell me all about her life. She said she was 19, but she was not. She had a boyfriend, lived with him. She was studying in Chiang Rai and working nights to support them both. Her mother had thrown her out for having a boyfriend. I lamented to her that she had a boyfriend, surely she would not stay with a customer? She said “No”. I was sad. I was sad because I liked her, and sad because she was the best one I had met, and I wanted her. I told her how beautiful and sexy she looked, and then she said, “I go with you, but come back before 1.00am” I’m sure her boyfriend loved her, but that night, I loved her, too. We went to the same bungalow as I had with the ST girl. This time, I chose the hot water and air con for an extra 40bt. We had such fun that the manager had to ring us a few times before we would leave. It was raining so heavily that all the tuktuks had gone home for the night. We walked, hand in hand, in the rain, squeezed under a tiny umbrella. In the end, a kind restaurateur, took pity on us, and drove us home in his own car. He refused any payment. I love this country.

Next night was Bangkok again. I was on my way down to see my lovely girl from Rainbow 1 but was dragged into Obsession for the first time. With some exceptions, these were spectacular girls. Too bad they were not born that way. I’ll leave you to wonder what happened that night, because there were none named Mai.

On the 7th night, I had arranged to meet a chatroom buddy. She was 7 days short of her 19th birthday and I thought we would chat a few hours, have dinner, and after she went home, I would go on the prowl. Emma is a precocious little lady ( her family actually calls her Mai). I thought she was bored. In fact, she was getting pissed off that it took me so long to get her into bed. She left at 6am so her family wouldn’t be too upset when they woke.

Another day in BKK, I met another chat buddy (no Mai, this time) who was definitely just a friend. We went shopping, had lunch, looked around, and relaxed at my hotel for a while. When my friend John called to arrange dinner, she got upset. “Why are you upset?” “I want to spend the night with you.” “I didn’t think you wanted that.” “What made you think I didn’t want that? Didn’t I hint enough?” I guess I have much to learn from these young girls. I sent her home, as I did want to meet John, but invited her to Pattaya for a night. I asked her to return at 9.00am tomorrow.

Fun night out with the boys was followed by a stroll, alone, along Sukhumvit after closing time. I bumped into my favourite Rainbow girl, chatting to a cop on the street. I hung around but did not approach. She came to me. I hadn’t seen her for a year and a half, when she took me with a few of her colleagues, to an Isaan Morlam club. She was back at Rainbow. The cop was her ex BF(he butterfly), and the father of her 8 month old son. She seemed sad. I asked her out for a drink. She tried to arrange someone to look after her boy, but no one volunteered, so we agreed to meet next time. I already have received an email from her as I write this. I wonder when the first request for money will come. This night I was too lucky. I ended up with a freelancer, 21, standing on the street near Suk/soi Nana. She had those beautiful almond shaped eyes. She was stunning. She was from Buri Ram. I decided to go to Buri Ram on my next visit. All the Buri Ram girls I meet are beautiful.

My tilac showed up at 9.00am. We had breakfast and waited for the car to pick us up and take us to Pattaya. She had me twice before we left the room. In the evening, she wanted me to take her to a gogo, so we went to my favourite, Superbaby. The lesbo show girls teased her by putting their naked bums in her face. When we got home, she teased me. She had me 2 or 3 times more. I had to beg her to stop. I couldn’t go another time. She told me she liked it 10 times in a day. Hmmmm. Tomorrow I’ll have to buy a vitamin pill!

She woke me early. I wasn’t allowed breakfast until we had gone twice more…to make up for last night. As she had to go back to BKK this evening-she had already taken one day off work- she asked if we could stay in the room all day. What a machine! And, no, do not ask her name. I dropped her at the bus station . She cried. I hugged and kissed her. She got on the bus. She will miss me. I will miss her. I told the song-thaew driver to take me to Walking St. When I arrived back to the room with tonight’s angel, there were already 2 messages from my voracious girl…she called from the bus. Luckily, I sleep with the phone unplugged – my only excuse for not answering the phone. I really needed some sleep so I let tonight’s bar beer angel go early. She was pleased, and so was I.

My last night in Thailand. It has changed me too mut. I walked to many discos, bars, gogos, saw girls on the street, everywhere, but it was my last night. I wanted a special experience. I went into this bar, for the first time. Some lovely dancers, some lovely service girls. I bought a drink for the sexiest dancer. Tall, blonde, from Chiang Mai. I wanted her until we spoke, she was a showgirl -600bt barfine- but she looked spectacular. I was having reservations when a Japanese guy walked in, straight up to us…we were holding hands. He barfined her right out of my grasp. Mai pen rai.

The cutest girl left in the place was, of course, Mai. She was a service girl. She came to me, and smiled so sexily, tilting her head. I bought her a drink, then she butterflied her way around the bar. Every man wanted her. She had something, an aura of naughtiness. She was my special girl for my last night, or so I thought.

I went for a final walk around, having promised to return to the bar. When I came back, I was welcomed, and bought more drinks. Mai was with a customer, then another, then another. I got friendly with a couple of the girls to find out what was happening. She was the prettiest girl in the place and so many men were interested, but none had taken her yet.

Reception girl explained to me that Mai is a virgin and she wants to sell herself for 30000bt. I wanted her so badly, but I didn’t want a virgin, and I wouldn’t pay the fee. I wanted to hold her, not hurt her, and I didn’t want to be her first.

After a few minutes I saw her with an ugly old toad of a man. I am not one with a great imagination- he actually looked like a disgusting, and old, toad. He had paid the barfine and wanted his money’s worth. Every time he tried to kiss her, she seemed to be in pain. When he touched her breast through her shirt, she shrivelled away from him. Mai did not want to lose her virginity to this man. Many of the girls in the bar were discussing this event. I discussed it , too. We could not let this pig take her. The bar was closing but I would not leave until he left, without Mai. I wanted to tell him how revolted Mai was by him, how revolted I was by him. Over 30 minutes he tried to convince her, tears on her cheeks but she kept her resolve. I stood by, waiting. Finally, they came outside, she told him she was sick, and walked away. I was jubilant.

I walked with the reception girl, 2 service girls, and Mai, ending up in a bar where I bought them drinks. Mai was holding my hand, smiling at me. The others had told her of my gallantry, that I had been worried about her, not prepared to leave her in trouble. She seemed truly grateful, and held me tight, on the street and in the bar.
By 4.00am I was tired and said I would go. Mai seemed to want to go with me, so I asked. The reception girl seemed to get mad with her. I said I just wanted to be with her, not to take her virginity. She didn’t want to go. That’s why the girl was mad at her.

I had been in turmoil watching Mai seemingly scared to death of that disgusting toad. This was enough to nearly end my regular trips to Thailand. After much translation, it turned out that Mai would not come with me because she did want someone to take her virginity, not to protect her. She also wanted to get 30000bt for it. I have so much to learn.

I took their photo to remember them and I may visit them again, those girls who taught me that my reality was not the only one.

Mai mai mai mai – new wood burns, doesn’t it? Mai, Mai, Mai, Mai – 4 lovely Thai angels who let me love them and learn from them. My, my, my, my – I may never learn to speak Thai but I have learned many things from many Mais.

[Capt JB]

Will the bars & clubs be closed on Makha Bucha Day, Feb 12th.?

[The Traveler]

http://blog.outer-court.com/prejudice/

[JuiceSpike]

Drunken Swede went Berserk on Flight to Thailand

A 44 year-old Swedish man reeked havoc onboard a Thai Airways flight carrying over 400 passengers, forcing the plane to turn back to Stockholm.
By T. B.

Not long after take-off in Arlanda airport in Stockholm, a heavily intoxicated Swedish man created chaos in the air by hitting and kicking everyone around him. Eye-witnesses report that the half-naked but fully drunken Swede attempted to get into fights with anyone nearest to him, until the crew members and fellow passengers managed to hand-cuff him to a seat. The jumbo jet carried more than 400 passengers – many of them Norwegians on their way to spend some vacation time in Thailand. But the captain of the Thai Airways flight discerned that the drunken Swede – even after being hand-cuffed – was jeopardizing the safety of the passengers, and thus he decided to turn the plane around and fly back to Stockholm after one hour’s flight.

Heavy Hangovers

Today, the man wakes up heavily hung over – both physically and soon-to-be financially. According to the Swedish media, the 44 year-old man can expect a demand for compensation of more than one million Swedish Kroner, should the Thai authorities choose to file a civil lawsuit against him. In addition to this, he will know that he caused a minor environmental catastrophe, since the captain of the plane had to empty 60 ton of fuel in the ocean north of the island of Gotland in order to follow the safety regulations for landing in Arlanda airport. On top of this, the man managed to wreck the beginning of more than 400 people’s vacation, since the plane eventually got back on its wings with a total delay of over five hours.
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juices

[Sean_Double]

Drinking alcohol on long flights is not a real good idea. Cabin humidity in a commercial aircraft runs at 2 - 3%. This alone can dehydrate you and alcohol also dehydrates your body. The best thing you can do to insure that you arrive feeling good is drink atleast 1 glass of water per hour on long flights. After water the next best thing is non-carbonated fruit juices. Avoid coffee & tea as well.

I received this information from a Delta Airlines captain. Many people think they have jet lag but are actually just dehydrated. I have tried this on a number of long flights and it makes a big difference in how I feel on arrival after 12 to 17 hours in the air on long non-stop flights.

Yo Capitan JB,

You are right, its not good to drink on a long flight. Its also good to get up and walk around as much as you can.

That said, its also true that many people have a visceral fear of flying for a number of very good reasons, one of which is the vision of a suddenly unpressurized free fall death spiral. Being a little dehydrated is usually the least of the concerns of many fliers.

The deal with Peter Roberts probably had more to do with going home to his battle axe wife or leaving his nice life in LOS than just drinking too much or taking anti depressents. His tsunami-shock defense smacks a lot of a "twinkie" defense. Maybe everyone around Phuket who really went through the tsunami should get a pass to run amok as well.

From what I've heard about the Brit embassy in BKK I'm thinking that they should string him up or send him back to Thailand to answer for his remarks about Buddha and the king.

Back to the point (if there is one) I'm gonna keep drinking.

Cheers,
Sean

[Capt JB]

Drinking alcohol on long flights is not a real good idea. Cabin humidity in a commercial aircraft runs at 2 - 3%. This alone can dehydrate you and alcohol also dehydrates your body. The best thing you can do to insure that you arrive feeling good is drink atleast 1 glass of water per hour on long flights. After water the next best thing is non-carbonated fruit juices. Avoid coffee & tea as well.

I received this information from a Delta Airlines captain. Many people think they have jet lag but are actually just dehydrated. I have tried this on a number of long flights and it makes a big difference in how I feel on arrival after 12 to 17 hours in the air on long non-stop flights.

[JackDaniels]

I was walking down Sukhumvit with my girl (picked up from a high end bar) and a farang guy tried to get a feel of her as he walked past. How trashy is that ?

Ever since I went to Thailand over 10 years ago, I have seen the BKK scene degenerate into a low class trash hangout. I am going to avoid Suk on my next trip and stay elsewhere.

[Dinghy]

SINGAPORE (Reuters) - A Thai prostitute escaped caning for drug dealing in Singapore after a doctor established that the accused, who was identified in a passport as a man, had undergone a sex change, the Straits Times reported on Friday.

Singapore's drug laws, which include the death penalty for possession of certain amounts of drugs, provide for different punishments for males and females.

While male offenders can be punished with up to 15 strokes of the rattan cane for drug-related offences, female offenders are exempt from caning.

The Straits Times said Mongkon Pusuwan's fate had been uncertain for weeks while the court waited for a medical report, which ultimately confirmed that the 37-year-old was a woman following a sex change operation undergone 10 years ago.

The Thai national was arrested close to the city-state's upscale Orchard Road shopping district last December and charged with trafficking 1.52 grammes of cocaine and 2.5 grammes of ketamine

[Chelsea Boy]

I bet he gets a not guilty!

[PosterLion]

Roberts then allegedly launched into a tirade against Thailand, its king and Buddha, and threatened to kill crew and passengers who finally restrained him.

An interesting thought provoking report. It's brings to mind the many descriptions of Pattaya I've read on this board. Here's a couple of blasts from the past:

http://www.internationalsexguide.inf...&postcount=164

http://www.internationalsexguide.inf...&postcount=159

It just goes to show you that you can take the hooligan out of Pattaya but you can't take the hooligan out of the man.

poster

P.S. This is an example of an informative post. For the most part Thailand is not a dangerous place, but it pays to know the relatively few dangers that do exist and that is the information to be gleaned from this post.

[Dinghy]

A double scotch and an antihistamine and I sleep for 8 hours. Eat? Huh? Go-way. bai na krup

[Terry Terrier]

Juice,

I ALWAYS get drunk on long-haul flights. It's the key to a pleasant journey in such a confined space, for me.

What that prick Roberts fails to comprehend (along with so many others) is that when one gets drunk, one does not turn into Superman on steroids. Stay polite, Peter, stay polite.