Bangkok Reports

[QUOTE=Der Tourist;1454793]I can do nothing but agree here. I went to quite a few bars including Shark, Baccara, Rainbow and Rainbow 4 and I was really struggling to see slim and pretty girls. I was lucky a couple of times in Baccara and once in R4 but those were exceptions I guess.[/QUOTE]I am not agreeing with SW7, however you are partially right here. The numbers of girls in these places with a really stunning face to go with a great body is very few. Many guys are confusing youth, light skin, big tits, etc. With beauty in my opinion. Normally we have to make some sort of compromise. If girls were super in every category, why would they be there? Usually something has to be missing, and if the looks are fantastic, then often that means the performance will be lacking. The bargirls I have met with really pretty faces, are not the best performers I have found. E. G. Noo Dee at Suzie Wong is very pretty but maybe below average performer. She doesn't even have to try to get customers. At same place, Lai is great looking but I don't like her at all (the girls don't like her either).

I take girls with above average faces (to my taste) , good ass and legs, are fun, relaxed, and no hassles. I cannot expect to find a super face too often. I will agree that R4 has a small number of girls in the exceptional looks bracket but not sure if they are really performing great or just provide rushed quickies, mostly. Maybe there are exceptions. Baccarat girls that are rated No. 1 by Japanese, look very ordinary to me, and I would not even consider them. Clearly personal taste is varying a lot.

I do know a few Soapy girls that I would consider to have faces miles above average looks. Their bodies are good but not perfect though. To get everything is impossible. To me stunning is like Jessica Alba, Jessica Biel, etc.

The looks of Rianbow 4 girls topless side went up 50. LOL. They don't go topless now. They look so much better.

Anyone have stats who gets barfined more, the nudie girls or the shy girls. My eyeballs tell me the shy side gets way more action. Girls that go partial nude or total nude just lack good facial features.

Exceptions duly noted.

Regarding pretty girls in agogos.

If you don't know where they are thats on you. Same if you can't identify them. Hint-go where there are a lot of customers. It's not rocket science.

[QUOTE=FreebieFan;1454719]Actually you have both been blessed with a wonderful ISG writing style.[/QUOTE]We are bless to now have a few more Hemingway writers / contributors: in addition to Syzgies, FreebieFan, Nic, we now have Sir Lancelot, Skogis and most recent Kumbu. If I missed anyone, not intentional ;)

[quote=farape;1454489]first stop was suzy wong.[/quote][quote=farape;1454489]saturday evening was soi cowboy night again, did the rounds in suzie wong (again great shows, but the good ones get bfined quickly) ,[/quote]thanks farape, for taking the time to post. you have inspired me to give suzie wong's a little visit. perhaps tomorrow night.

[QUOTE=Eadam;1454288]So I've spent 2 nights in BKK already without getting laid.[/QUOTE]Nice reports Eadam. I was worried for you for a while there on day 2, but it worked out in the end. Appreciate you reporting even this far out.

[QUOTE=Monopoly;1454725]Thanks for the field report. But it would have been even better if you supplied prices so newbies and those who have not been there for a while could get an idea of current costs.[/QUOTE]I'll tell you why no prices. These guys are going for 1000 baht short time girls or maybe 2k long time, whatever. Guys would lose interest very quickly if you knew the girls were bottom of the barrel types.

How do I know this. In one of his wordy post I saw he paid 2k long time. Not many hot girls go lt for 2k. Whatever misunderstnding, duly noted.

For example. Mr E. Long time price of 1000. Who want detailed description of sexual exploits with old babied . LOL.

I'm sure service was superb though. LOL.

What a difference going to big Baccara at 9 pm makes. Instead of seeing 1 o are 2 really good faces at 11pm you get to see all of them before the heavy barfining begins.

Rainbow 4 on life support at 11pm. Maybe a bit much here. While Rainbow 1 electric at midnight.

No offense but I conclude the farang invasion killed Rainbow 4. The girls just not showing up!

[QUOTE=Skogis;1454712]Well for Gods sake what is wrong with having an own "personal scale of beauty"? Maby I missed something but as someone so cleverly put it here (not you Harold) beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. My "rating system" works fine for me and I put it out here some months ago as well so no need for a repeat. I could not care less if my "personal scale of beauty" does not cater everyone elses taste as I pretty much know what I crave for and it has a lot to do with time and place so to speak (as long as they are asians, hehe).[/QUOTE]Whats wrong is you the only guy seeing 9s at the local beer garden. Thats whats wrong. LOL.

I forgot. Add another review here. 1045 pm or so. G spot next to R4. 2 girls on stage and zero patrons.

NEP needs a new business model before the whole thing collapses! They should demolish the whole thing and start over.

in my last report i alluded to the skinny beauty from night 1 (from climax) who texted me that she felt jilted by my payment of 2000b. ok, so now i had to clear that up. one complication is that we had agreed with her friend, the one with the super sexy legs, that tonight i would return to climax and take her. so i was not sure how this would all play out.

i overslept in the afternoon after the exertions of anal cranialing the no-name wonder from mango (sorry, couldn't resist the dig) , and awoke at 10pm really groggy and tired. in the words of senator davis (the wire) , shiiiiiiiiiiit. i need to be strong, i can't let the weakness of the mind be the enemy of the weakness of the flesh, if you know what i mean.

so i woke up at 10pm, fucked around on my laptop a little bit, typed some of the isg report from the mango event, descended into the trance of writing, and lost track of time. i was awoken from my trance by a text on my phone. it was pretty little thing, asking where i was. dude, it was 12:30am already, and i was supposed to hit sexy legs at midnight.

i texted her that i was on my way, and to tell her friend to wait for me. she texted back saying her friend was not there, and she didn't know where she was. ok, so i got stood up, i can deal with that. but what do i do with this girl? she's upset about not being paid properly, and she wants compensation. should i just ditch?

i decided i would try to work it out with her, and if worse comes to worse, i would throw something small her way to placate her. so i texted her that i would be at climax soon. but now there was no hurry, so i showered, shaved, and walked down soi 11 to a little restaurant where i usually get some fried rice with coffee (yeah, it took me a while to train them on this combination, but they accept it now). in the middle of my meal, cutie texts me again asking where i was. i told her i was on my way, and she wrote back asking if i want to take her tonight because her friend is not there, and she does not have any other customers.

ok, so she wanted me to make up the payment for the previous night plus another night, which presumably would be at her rate of 3000b st. i am an understanding man, but no. umm, no. err, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

but on the other hand, she was propositioning me, which meant she wanted to do this. the part about not having any customers was interesting. it suggested she was desperate, and i am the sure thing. hmm, how do i deal with this? so i wrote back and said i would love to, but i can't do 3000b each night. simple.

2 minutes later, she writes back and says 'ok, you come, you pay me 1000b for last night, and then take me today and you no pay. '

giddy up. i check binned, gulped my still scalding coffee and ran out of there. i got to climax and texted her i was there, and she came out to meet me (so i did not have to pay entry). she needed to clarify the deal: i will pay her 1000b and together for both nights, it will be 3000b. i said "yes, yes, yes, now get your bag, let's go." i didn't want her to change her mind. so she goes back in, gets her bag and out she comes ready for me.

today she was wearing her sexy clothes, and i have to tell you she's a smoker. she is super slim, i mean remarkably trim and fit. and her face is really pretty. she has a prominent mouth and lips, but not bulging or anything. her eyes are just amazingly shaped, very, very attractive. her cheek bones, recall, are calvin klein ad worthy, and her hair was also just bouncy and gorgeous. she was wearing tight jeans and a halter top revealing a perfect, stunningly gorgeous, creamy white midriff. and as she turned around to walk back in, i saw that large rump that i had devoured the night previous. sheisse, this is going to be good.

she comes out, hooks her arm into mine, and we walk off like long lost lovers. the walk back was as casual and relaxed as the previous time, except we were even more familiar with each other. as we approached the hotel we saw the throngs of people waiting to get into levels nightclub, and i asked her if she had even been to levels. she said yes, but it is hard to pick up customers because a lot of people go there only for dancing. interesting to hear it from the wg's perspective. it also showed me just how professional the girls at climax are: they refer to us as customers, and they like climax because the p4p angle is transparent and well-known. levels is dispreferred for the same reason it is dispreferred for us: the ambiguity is a hindrance to what we are ultimately after.

so we go upstairs, and she drops her jeans right off because she has to [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord134][CodeWord134][/url]. she giggles as she peels the tight jeans off, and says that she wore these special underwear to show me. i asked her "how did you know i would see your underwear tonight? i was supposed to go with your friend" and she laughed, having been caught in her lie, and she said she was hoping that tonight i would take both of them. nice save darling.

she was wearing a bright red skimpy thong. yawza. it had a gauze front, and a, well, string back which disappeared into her ginormous gluteal orbs. she stripped off her jeans, did a little twirl for me, and as she twirled, my balls reciprocated and twirled themselves into a painful knot. she scampered off to [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord134][CodeWord134][/url] as i unwound my testicles, and then she came back, wearing nothing but her thong and half-halter-top. i think she started talking about, umm, stuff. i can't really tell you what she was saying because, umm, legs, and umm, ass, and creamy skin, and yummy, and red thong, oh so very, very thin, me like much much, want eat and do stuff.

i am usually a respectful man. i don't ogle or grope (too much) until we are in bed. but i was tired, and she was like a fucking supernova: this kind of thing comes around once every million years or so. so i ogled shamelessly (if i had groped, it would have ruined it). as she talked, i did not even look at her face, i just ogled her flat, gorgeous belly, and her trim, toned thighs. she was sitting next to me showing me stuff and talking, and her legs were crossed, and fuck me: the thigh on her crossed leg was driving a stake through the middle of my scrotum right then. it as downright painful to watch, but i am such a glutton for punishment.

she then takes out her iphone (remember? the one mama and papa had to sacrifice so she could get it) , and she shows me the photos on the phone. there are hundreds of shots there, and each and every one of them were of her. i mean, not a single picture of anyone else, unless they happened to be there by accident. but the pictures she showed me were dazzlingly beautiful. she is one of the most photogenic people i have ever met. i mean, she's pretty in real life, but these pictures were down right model quality. she looked like one of those thai soap opera stars, or at least the ones you see in the ads on the bts. and these were not even photshopped or glamour shots, they were just regular pictures. in fact, i could not even recognize her in many of them.

she shows me some pictures of her in singapore, and i ask her how many times she's been there. she said 3 times with her former boyfriend. hmm, interesting. i didn't put it together right then, but the next day as i stepped onto the bts this suddenly clicked. the previous night she had said that she thinks i look part indian and part chinese. an odd combination, i thought at the time, but not if you are from singapore. she then tells me that she went to singapore with this boyfriend, and while they were there, she wanted to buy this shirt (and she showed me a picture of the shirt!) , and he refused. he refused to buy her the shirt, which on her telling of the story, cost a mere $23. what a cheap charlie, eh? she scrunched her face and said 'he chinese, no like to buy things for me. ' ok, racist stereotypes aside, her scrunched up face was really quite cute. she says at that point, she decided that she could not be with this man, and she broke it off. on the basis of a $23 shirt.

now, i'm sure this is not the whole story. like, she forgot the mention the part about the guy giving her an all-expense paid trip to singapore, with probably lots of shopping and sight seeing, and this was the final straw, after she bought the entire city's stock of shoes and dresses, this pathetic little $23 shirt.

i will write up the realizations i have one day when i have a little more time to think about them, but they basically revolve around the buddha principle. i shall return to this soon.

anyway, there we were, looking at her photos, with the red thong in the edge of my line of vision teasing me. wtf, i put my hand on her thigh and squeezed it. mmmmmm, buttery soft skin, firm muscle and flesh beneath, and little kumbu gives out a little squirt of pre-cum. she gets up and walks away slowly, with her hand covering part of her ass. why, i ask, and she turns her head and giggles as turns the corner to go shower.

last time she was very careful to not let us shower together, and to not even let me see her in the shower. this time she left the door open, so i poked me head around the corner to watch. she was lathering pretty well, which pleased this hygiene-conscious monger plenty. she saw me, pumped some soap into her hand and lathered like crazy, the slapped it onto her butt and stuck her butt out of the shower door. i grabbed the suds (actually, the ass) , and she giggled, wiggled, and retracted. this was all fun and jokes.

she popped out, gave me my signal, and helped me undress. as i dropped my boxers, she gave little kumbu a gentle caress, and a blow kiss, and sent me on my way. i showered and came out, and we lay down on the bed to chat for a while, ease the tension.

the sex began in much the same way as before: kissing her neck and shoulders. once again, she offered her back, which i gladly took, but then as i approached her butt, i turned her over and decided to go for daty. her pussy was trimmed, which is a plus and a minus. the plus is that it looks great, and you won't get a hairball as you run your tongue everywhere. the negative is that it rubs my lips and tongue and they tend to get raw. but when duty calls, i answer.

her pussy was actually very small and compact. her labia were small, tight little things, with the clit tucked away nice and neat. overall, it was small, cute, neat and very efficient. i started at the top, above the pubic hair, and kissed all around without touching the sensitive parts. i kissed around to the thigh, then back the other way, under the leg a little, and back to the top. i then worked my way across the pubic line and right down the middle into her pussy.

sweetness filled my mouth as her scent washed over me, filling my nose and mouth and down into my throat. my tongue was flitting, but i slowly started to push down into her flesh with more pressure. i'm not sure why, but i an urge was building within me to push my tongue deep into her pussy, but i could not muster the courage to do so. so i dabbled around the edges for a while, warming up to the act, like a kid getting ready to take a plunge off the high board. i finally gathered my wits and went in. i pushed my tongue in with one solid stroke as deep as it would go, and she gasped a little and to my surprise, she grasped a handful of my hair on my head and tightened her grip. this indicated to me that all systems check, and i am cleared for take-off.

i tongue fucked her for a few moments, just about as long as my tongue muscles allowed before they started to cramp up. i got a full on cramp in the base of my tongue, which was really painful, so i had to switch to lip action for a few moments as the cramp subsided. once it did, i was ready to go and started work on her clit. i could get under the hood with my tongue, but it required some work. and that little critter kept snuggling back inside the blanket, making sustained pressure a tough haul. but i kept at it for a long, long time, and eventually she did a little back arch and let some air out. i was not sure if this was an orgasm or just a plateau before orgasm, so i continued. several minutes later (which is a long time when your are in such a position) , she repeated the back arch and air gasp, only with much more vigor. she then let go of my hair, suggesting she was done, and i slowly pulled back and climbed back up to her neck, where she whispered 'you make me cum. ' that's when i knew if was a fake orgasm.

ah well. she then reached for the condom and slipped it on me, and turned over and said 'i like it doggie style'. but she was not in doggie position, she was on her side, with one leg pointing forward, the other pointing behind her, with her pussy gaping. that ain't doggie, but dang, i'll take it. so i got on my knees and inserted little kumbu into the den of pleasure, and i started howling like a mad wolf on a full moon's night.

again, she was very tight, far tighter than i can handle, and so the actual coitus was not terribly long. we went at it for 1-2 minutes before i felt the lifting of the seas, and so i pushed her onto her stomach so i could enter her fully from the backside. she was lying there with her ass opened up, and i stuck little kumbu into her pussy and started pounding away. my finger slowly rubbed her asshole, and the asshole-rubbing pushed me over the edge. the orgasm was uneventful and rather insipid, but it ended things for the night.

jump up, shower, then her turn, clothes on, paid her 1000b, and off she went. so for two nights then, she did st for a total of 3000b. i would say that math ain't too shabby.

Out on the prowl late tonight (Mon night Tues morning). First stop Suzie Wong. Line-up was very thin. Its the worst possible day. Apparently girls got paid their monthly salary previous day. Hence few turned up for work today. Noo Dee worked but well gone already.

One girl had a reasonable body and face okay but just looked too shy even though completely naked.

Crossed the road to Dolls' House. Upstairs no talent so looked downstairs. One girl had a very nice slim figure with super ass. No. 42. However in the second set I liked a girl with a pretty face. Later realised she looked almost just like an ex-GF. Body was not as good as 42 but still good curves and reasonably sized natural tits. Called her over and found out she was Rut (rhymes with hut) from Ubon. Aged 31, I could not believe but saw the I'd card. Baby faced with teeth braces looked about 22 at the most. Took Rut for short time. She asked for 2K. She was a little bit Dingk Dong in a fun way. Tried my glasses on and got me to take some pics. I suggested she looked like my "Leh-khaa" (secretary) and she replied "Lia-khaa" which means "lick the leg". So I could tell she was a bit "Tha-leung" (naughty). We showered together so she was not too shy.

On the bed soon found out she likes dick and DATY, and was rather active. She warned me "not too much gel" as she likes the friction. She turned out to be a fabulous fucker. Claimed to have a 6 year old daughter but no stretch marks to be seen at all. Tits having a slight motherly sag. She would often take the initiative and change to a different position and wobble her ass and pussy around just great. The sex was really superb and I was not keen for it to finish too quickly.

Afterwards she left she keep complaining her legs were weak now as we walked. All round a really fun girl and we got on just great. Definitely a girl to be repeated. Don't know her number as she was facing the wrong way when dancing, but one of the girls not taking off her bra and knickers to dance. Very cute face in a Farang type of style. She admits that only Farangs like her and she prefers Farangs too. Skin just a little darker than mine as would expect for Ubon girls. Her hair had a bit of decorative braiding / platting in just one side. That would be her trademark.

[QUOTE=Syzygies;1455175]Very cute face in a Farang type of style. She admits that only Farangs like her and she prefers Farangs too. Skin just a little darker than mine as would expect for Ubon girls. Her hair had a bit of decorative braiding / platting in just one side. That would be her trademark.[/QUOTE]Not a myth guys. There is a difference in farang style girls and Asian style girls. The girls know it and so do I. LOL. The guys don't want to admit it though. LOL.

Syg likes farang style girls so it's not hard to understand why he doesn't like the 1st floor Baccarra hot girls. LOL.

I may have to try out Tilac as I do see activity in there. My only hesitation is I think its a farang style joint.

[QUOTE=PinkPearl; 1452409]Following is some info on the subject that may interest ISG readers:

". The Thai Immigration law is that all foreigners must have on them (meaning on their physical person) proof of identity and legal status to be in country. In most all cases for non-Thai nationals this is your passport.

The Law also requires Thai to carry I. D card at all times.

[url]http://www.tripadvisor.com/ShowTopic-g293915-i3686-k3955575-Carrying_your_passport-Thailand.html[/url]

There is a law in Thailand which says everybody, Thai or foreign, must carry identification. Thais are issued with an I. D card which includes a photo which they are obliged to carry with them at all times. For tourists, a passport will be the most obvious form of I. D, but other forms of photo I. D may be accepted depending on the circumstances...[/QUOTE]Dude, you should fully chill. One thing about Thailand is the enforcement of the law by agents of the state is completely arbitrary. If you think having your passport on your person will protect you from police doing whatever they want to do to you then it doesn't reflect reality. Sure it'd be awesome if the police actually followed the law but they don't. It's actually no use arguing that we should observe the law in a corrupt third world country beyond the bare minimum and there are actually good reasons not to at times.

If you're freaked out and need to do so then fine but the rest of us are fine with not doing so to our advantage. You should leave it at theat.

I can vouch for his scale. Let me put it this way, I would happily follow him and get his scraps. I owe this man a few drinks thanks to his great scale.

[QUOTE=Skogis;1454712]Well for Gods sake what is wrong with having an own "personal scale of beauty"? Maby I missed something but as someone so cleverly put it here (not you Harold) beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. My "rating system" works fine for me and I put it out here some months ago as well so no need for a repeat. I could not care less if my "personal scale of beauty" does not cater everyone elses taste as I pretty much know what I crave for and it has a lot to do with time and place so to speak (as long as they are asians, hehe).[/QUOTE]

This is a short report (I know, haha) before I go out tonight, based upon some leg work from the night before.

You know how we have these ingrained ideas about how Japanese men prefer X kind of girl and falang men prefer Y kind, and Arab men prefer Z? It goes something like: women with peroxide curly hair are for the Japanese, and women with dark skin are for the falang, and Arab men like 'em plus sized. Well, I encountered two things today related to this notion. The first adds to it, while the second perhaps dents it a little (or at the very least makes it more complex).

I got off work at around 8pm (ended up being a 12 hour work day, not 13, so that was pleasant) , and got off the Nana BTS a little disoriented. Not sure why, but I felt like taking a gander at the Arab quarter, to check out the meat on display outside Grace Hotel. The last time I was in BKK I marveled at how blatant the rotund-shaped girls would stand out there propositioning men in full Islamic garb, and how often I saw them wandering off into the bushes that are Grace Hotel. I wanted an update, and I felt like looking rudely at the meat. I was really tired and not thinking straight (I made mistake after mistake last night, when I have time, I will tell you about it).

As I approached, I could see the bell shaped lasses from afar, but in a little sub soi before the hotel, there were 6-7 girls hunkered down, taking shelter behind a wall, awaiting the flood of sandal-wood scented men (I suspect from night prayers). What I noticed was that of the six or so girls there, about 4-5 had dead straight black hair with cute bangs, China Girl style. Oooooh, the Arabs come to BKK to bang China Girls, interesting. They were still on the heavy side, but it isn't all about the chunk for these guys. So that's the part that doesn't break a stereotype, it just adds an interesting layer.

As I walked past Grace Hotel, a white-skinned 300 pounder made a lunge for me, and I shrieked like a girl and ran into the street. That's it, I am not man enough for this side of town, I need to stick to the civilization that is NEP.

I trudged back to NEP and hit several gogo bars. I first went to Rainbow 1 looking for a young cutie that I had spied the night before with a wonderful ISG member that I met up with. I will report on that soon, because it demands a detailed report. But I went back to look for her tonight, to no avail: she was not there. I hit several other places, and then decided to look at the 3rd floor.

There is a place on the 3rd floor which used to be called Carousel. Sorry, the name is blanking on me right now, but when you enter NEP, turn left up the stairs, then up the next set of stairs, turn the corner and it is the first place on your left.

It is large, with a bathtub on the left side (that's new) , and the same old carousel stage on the right. I sat on the bleachers, and sipped my Heineken. Anyway, I got there at 11pm, and the show was about t start, so that perked me up.

The show was aaaaaaaaaful. I mean, it was really, really terrible. The girls were utterly uncoordinated, they kept bumping into each other, they missed their steps and their turns, it was painful to watch. The girls themselves were cuteish, but certainly not enough to make up for the bad show. And then the second act was a part trannie act: one member of the two "girl" team was an obvious trannie. So those of you who get really, really angry at the mere thought of trannies, then avoid this place, especially the show. And the trannie wasnot any better of a dancer, so I don't get why she was there.

Anyway, I started making looksies with a really attractive girl. She had a pretty face, with wide hips and sexy, shapely long legs. When she turned around I saw an ass that made me cry, and not in the good way. It was all, how do I say this, I guess it was all "centralized". I mean, the meat was concentrated right in the middle and towards the bottom of her ass, kind of like the stump on a doberman whose tail was cut off at birth, but not so pronounced. Yikes. But I was pretty fatigued and did not know what I was doing, so I let this pass and kept making eyes with her.

But after a few minutes of this, she lost interest in me entirely. I figured she wanted to get off stage and get a drink, so I tried to get her attention to do just that, but she was not looking my way. Then I saw that she had snagged a Korean dude, well dressed, slightly pudgy, thick glasses, and ripe for the taking. Oh well, your ass is like a dog's tail, who wants you anyway? (me)

So I got out of there. On my way down, half inebriated, fully exhausted, I stopped in on Ecstasy (name?). This place is on the landing between the 2nd floor and 3rd floor. It's a small gogo bar, with two seating areas, I was ushered to the one right beneath the humungous 10, 000W speaker. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. I was too tired to argue, and plunked myself down.

I noticed three very interesting things.

First, the girls in here were mostly heavy. They had legs that were thick, thick, thick, and asses that put the slenderness of the legs to shame. In fact, they were so thick they were even too thick for old Kumbu. Yeah, THAT thick. I saw one girl who had such thickness about her I just laughed out loud, I could not help myself. And their faces didn't really make up for it. But if you like thick girls, I highly recommend this place.

Second, after that first observation, I noticed that there were perhaps 20 men in there. Of those twenty. 3 were falang, and then there was me, and the rest were Japanese. Yes, Japanese. They were eating this thick soup right up. So this is why my post begins with the notion of stereotypes of different kinds of men. The Japanese are famous for wanting the slim peroxide girls, but these girls were anything but slim. Well, they were indeed peroxide, all of them, to a girl, so maybe that's the key.

And third, and perhaps most interesting, was that the owner looked to be a Japanese dude. He looked almost as tired as me, but there he was in his salmon polo shirt, watching his brethren partake in the thickness of Bangkok. He obviously knows there is a market for this in Japan, and he is catering to it.

So before you decide that you know how the world works, take a look at this gogo bar and tell me if my fatigue blurred my senses, or if that was just a fluke of the night, or if it is genuinely the stereotype-breaker.