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[QUOTE=LuvStJohn;2779643]Maybe I'm just not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I do want to pass out a warning to drunk or jet-lagged ATM users in Thailand.
Four trips since 2018, spent over a year in Thailand, and I still leave my ATM card in the machine. Twice, so far. .[/QUOTE]Twice for me too, I always warn people about this.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472]Later on, perhaps more when you're almost ready to leave, THEN tell ONE "Thanks for your help, I'll buy you ONE "whatever the mix you want" drink. [/QUOTE]The [B]YOU[/B] in "whatever [B]you[/B] want mix" is [B]YOURSELF[/B], NOT HER. The buyer determines which lady drink, not the recipient. Just ask the price, when the mamasan says something reasonable, agree to THAT one specifically.
[QUOTE=ZeroAtt;2780489]When is the best time to visit Bangkok weather wise?
Not too hot and not too much rain if possible.[/QUOTE]From my memory, high season is from November into March, cooler (which IS relative) and less rain. This past year, it was raining into December, so who knows.
As far as rain goes, like my ole DI used to say, "you're not sugar, you're not going to melt". When I was out, caught in a shower, I just took refugee someplace, bar, MP, doorway. It usually passes, or at least lessens, in an hour. Best way, take an umbrella, guaranteed it WON'T rain. Forget rain jackets, even with vents, it's so humid, you'll end up wet, either from the rain or your sweat, my experience anyway.
For those of you who want something different: when I rolled into town Monday night I was totally amazed at the number of hot girls waiting at Hooker row on Kampeng Phet 7 (I think, all the cabbies know where though) parallel to Petchaburi. Grab a cab and take your pick.
[QUOTE=TheKaiser;2780432]JAVs do have some unecessarily noisy talent, but I think it's to flatter the patrons. I on the other hand, would prefer a dead fish. I'm confident enough with my performance, so honest reactions help me gauge how to adjust. I'm probably not going to bother with soapies again.
Also I cannot think of a way to tell someone "this isn't a bad porno" without coming off as rude. I try to choose my words carefully when in such a vulnerable situation. I DO NOT want them to be tempted to bite.
.... [/QUOTE]Not a joke, I invested in a tiny container of clear, colorless wax earplugs from a local pharmacy. Less than 200 baht. Don't bother with the cheap foam rubber ones. They don't do much. Get the clear, "invisible" kind that quickly mold to the shape of your ear canal when you stuff them in.
I keep the container on the bedside table and can open it and stuff one in each ear fairly quickly whenever I am with someone I already know is an annoyingly noisy moaner or grunter, real or fake. I had to buy them for a particularly vocal favorite repeat, a real cutie, but whose rhythmic uh uh uh all through our fucking was just getting to be too distracting and I didn't want to cramp her style or lessen her enjoyment in any way.
Granted, you can't know if a girl will be like that on a first session. But if you have any prior intel or suspicion of it, just start the session with them already plugged in and pull them out and place them on a pre set place next to the bed if the coast is clear. None of my girls has ever noticed it in dim lighting. Maybe I am just reaching over to see if my phone charging cable is connected. Takes 2 seconds.
It doesn't block out all sound. You would still hear what you need to hear in the case of a fire alarm or whatever. But they work great to muffle the excessively loud uh uh uh thing, the phone notifications she forgot to shut down, the distracting music she might insist is great for fucking but isn't, etc. I found it actually enhances my pleasure and focus on how she looks, how her skin and body feels, tastes and so on by blocking out most irrelevant or distracting sounds.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472]A real word artist, you paint a great picture. The only REAL point I have I've moved up top.
Quite the way with words. Here are a couple more to use in these situations (I'm sure a real Thai speaker will correct my translation, but it IS the correct point):
My Pie (I don't go).
My Oww (I don't want). Oww is the sound you make when you hurt yourself.
If you want to be polite, add a "Kap" at the end of the phrase. If not, don't.[/QUOTE]Fortunately, we live in a time where I can look up the translation and google even lets me listen to the pronunciation. My Pie is pretty spot on, but when I tried 'I don't want', I got "My Thong Car". "My Die" is cannot. I picked that up from my Isan girl the other night. That and "tep" which means it hurts- useful for those of us who might be a bit too rough.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472] Thai is a tonal language and with my ears, why I'll never be able to speak it. But I am VERY good at TONES. I don't tolerate anyone grabbing me, to misquote Bogart, "in a number of gin joints in a number of parts of the world", even out on the street. If a local phrase doesn't work, I switch to my TONAL COMMAND VOICE English, as in, "I DON'T TOUCH YOU, [B]DON'T[/B] TOUCH ME! In a tone that leaves NO room for ANY misunderstanding.[/QUOTE]I'm not sure what you mean by tonal in this case, but I've found it to be mostly staccato accentuated with certain elongated syllables, which are almost sung. Getting the rhythm and flow is more important than the actual pronunciation I think, but I'd need to spend more time listening to it to know for sure.
Fun fact about language is that only 7% is verbal, the vast majority is body language and tone. The only caveat here is that cultural differences result in different interpretations of certain tones and gestures, but it only takes a day or 2 to start imitating the local flow for me personally.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472]They rely on your politeness, your newness, your acceptance. I quash that immediately. But, my experience, in Thailand, the My Pie, My Oww works as it marks you as knowing what's what, and the vultures, sharks, whatever, move on to weaker prey.[/QUOTE]True, but as someone who is by nature very blunt and rude, I think I tend to overcorrect in unfamiliar situations. Plus being rude tends to stick with me and my mood is sour even after the situation is resolved, which bleeds into my other interactions with uninvolved parties. I prefer to avoid it just so that I can maintain a fun state. Jokes have usually worked to refuse with minimal conflict, but I guess there will always be exceptions to the rule.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472]Can't say THESE days, but used to be looking for YaBa.[/QUOTE]Sounds like the Boogeyman. Meth mixed with Caffeine is certainly an interesting combination.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472]I'd say that reading your exploits brought back some old memories, but that would be a lie. You and I are different generations AND different CLASSES. But if you're having fun, more power to you. To each his own [I]poison[/I].[/QUOTE]Different generations, sure, but I'm not sure about different classes. This night was far more expensive than I had anticipated. I was expecting it to run around 15-16 k, but the elation from my successful meeting clearly switched off a part of my brain. I had even forget a bunch of documents and my retainers in the hotel restaurant. I didn't even recognize I had been in a daze till a couple days later. I justified the spending on account of that successful meeting being vital to my advancing my career and the fact that I haven't really celebrated a birthday in 7 years. In the past, not celebrating and continuing to grind has depleted my willpower and led to a nasty about of burnout, so this was also a mental health expense. The silver lining here is that it was the only night where I technically did not pay for the sex, just a bar fine and taxi fare.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472]All right you young whippersnappers [S]...[/S] back in MY day, [B]BEFORE[/B] mobiles, BKK traffic, no sky train, stuck taxis, anybody was just happy somebody turned up sometime during the evening. These days, polite to send a message that you're running late. Last trip, I arrived early at an MP and since I was on time, not late, had NOT informed the lady I was on my way as I had said I would. She was waiting at home, got my message that I was there, and kept me informed of her progress towards the shop. Unnecessary, but appreciated, she is CLASS.[/QUOTE]I do often find myself marveling at the change in human behavior as a result of our advanced ability to communicate. Not being able to reach someone was a completely normal occurrence, but now we get so frustrated by 'ghosting'. The world was probably a lot more relaxed in general I feel, but I was far too young to truly appreciate it. In today's world, I think I'd panic without my phone. My sense of direction is so abysmal that I would be lost without GPS at my fingertips. Back when I was 15, I did spend about 2 hours looking for my way back to my hotel from a restaurant after my friends pranked me by deserting me on a field trip to a different city. No phone on account of my school's policy and even then smart phones weren't exactly a thing back then.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472][I]Technically[/I], if you haven't started, you can renege, with a tip to the girl for the trouble. But it is rude (and I understand it is [U]business[/U]. The only time I've reneged is when the girl took too long to fetch her [I]supplies[/I]. Otherwise, I'd just take one for the team and for karma. Lessons learned, but the painful ones stay learned longer.[/QUOTE]Agreed 100%!
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472]It's simple, when the pack smells blood, all move in to get a taste. If you're going to be spending time in a place, yes, buying A mamasan a drink is good. But take the time to scope out which one, what the hierarchy is, not right off the bat. Just say "Sorry, NO, cannot. " It's one of those questions that's "it doesn't hurt to ask". Later on, perhaps more when you're almost ready to leave, THEN tell ONE "Thanks for your help, I'll buy you ONE "whatever the mix you want" drink. Or tell the girl what you want to do (1 mamasan, 1 drink, and ask her which one). Any others try, just repeat, "No, sorry, cannot".[/QUOTE]At Suzy Wong, all the drinks were priced the same. The first mamasan got something mixed with sprite, the second got something mixed with Coke and the dancer got an orange juice. All 3 were 260 baht. I should keep this in mind for other bars that may not follow a similar model though, thanks.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472]Once upon a time, a LONG time ago, there was a true pole dancer at Nana's GSpot. That girl was a real acrobat, and it guaranteed her a lady drink or 2 from me. I once asked her why, why did she put so much energy into it. Her reply? She really liked it, she enjoyed performing, showing her skill. Truly memorable.[/QUOTE]The girl I picked up from Suzy Wong was at least grooving to the beat. Last night, I saw a girl in Baccara actually dancing, it's just a shame that it isn't more prevalent. It would definitely make for a more fun environment, but I guess the performer head to the gentlemen clubs instead.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472]Ah, the ole [I]key excuse[/I]. Perhaps not so new after all, but then, I'm a cynic. Just points out the wisdom of pay [B]after[/B].[/QUOTE]To be fair, it is a GREAT excuse. I've had many a friend locked out because of exactly this reason on more than one occasion, so it's a lot harder to know when it's BS. At the very least, we had never negotiated time and price beforehand, so 3 k for ST seemed fair enough.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472]There is a 3rd, for me, better way to Cowboy. Exit the BTS on the far left, nearest Asoke, on the Nana side. Take the escalator down to the ground, then just a couple of steps to the escalator to the MRT. But instead of turning left to the MRT, walk straight, follow the corridor, and you're on the Cowboy side of Asoke, using the underground tunnel.[/QUOTE]Underground tunnel sounds like an old school Earthen oven and the Bangkok weather does not need more help in cooking me. I'll take the breeze of the elevated walkway anyway, unless the tunnel is A / see. Even on the BTS, I try to stand directly under an A / see vent.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472]Personally, I frown on any mobile use as it sets a bad precedent for future visits, either her or any of her friends (they do talk).[/QUOTE]I usually don't mind, since it tends to make people comfortable. I usually watch with them and comment on whatever, with a lot of light touch. It's much lower pressure than trying to maintain a conversation across a language barrier with an almost complete stranger. That said, if it's being used as a way to ignore me, that's not something I would tolerate. I've had to adapt to being among the minority of my generation that doesn't use social media, so I may be more tolerant as a result of that.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780472]As you don't have a PM function, I'll just suggest Google Stickman Bangkok. [/QUOTE]I recently stumbled upon that blog and read a couple of weekly updates as well as some reader emails on there. Are you suggesting we PM over there?
[QUOTE=ZeroAtt;2780489]
Not too hot[/QUOTE]I think the 1800's may have been the last time for that. Bangkok much like where I went to college has 2 seasons- hot and VERY HOT. Although I tend to be more intolerant of heat than most people, and I've noticed white people tend to like the heat more than I would imagine, so my opinion may not be worth shit.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780649]This past year, it was raining into December, so who knows.
As far as rain goes, like my ole DI used to say, "you're not sugar, you're not going to melt". When I was out, caught in a shower, I just took refugee someplace, bar, MP, doorway. It usually passes, or at least lessens, in an hour.[/QUOTE]It's more the high humidity that's associated with rain that's an issue as opposed to the precipitation itself. High humidity means our ability to reduce body heat through sweating is impaired.
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2780649]Best way, take an umbrella, guaranteed it WON'T rain.[/QUOTE]Great minds think alike!
I went to Bangkok last month. I visited few clubs in Sukhuvmit Soi 11, Levels and Sugar Club. Not much girls able to pick up compare with Insanity club. Anyone can recommend which nightclub is easy to pick up in Bangkok? Thanks in advance.
[QUOTE=ZeroAtt;2780489]When is the best time to visit Bangkok weather wise?
Not too hot and not too much rain if possible.[/QUOTE]We have three seasons here. Hot, hot and wet, and not quite as hot. The latter only lasts a part of Dec-Feb if we're lucky.
[QUOTE=ZeroAtt;2780489]When is the best time to visit Bangkok weather wise?
Not too hot and not too much rain if possible.[/QUOTE]December.
January is not too bad.
I am looking for a doctor in BKK who speaks English and who will prescribe me sleeping medications (as I find it nearly impossible to sleep in BKK after a 24 hour /12 time zone plane trip via Japan). Can anyone provide me with a referral by PM?
Thanks.
Trying out daily reports while all the details are fresh, since I got positive feedback from my previous reports.
Soi Cowboy on a Monday was much less chaotic and frenetic compared to the weekend, and I was certainly grateful for that fact. There was enough space on the street to outmaneuver the Deja Vu predators, but they didn't seem so hungry today. Instead they were huddled together deep in discussion. There were no victims, so it's possible their aggressive tactics over the weekend was enough to sate their hunger. I had decided to revisit Suzy Wong since I had a pleasant experience the last time, but I saw the end of the street and I realized I had walked past it again. I had done the same thing on Saturday and literally had to pull out Google maps on my phone to figure out how it disappeared. I felt like an idiot when I saw the massive sign as soon as I turned around and for me to repeat the same mistake only after 2 days is a testament to my inability to navigate myself almost anywhere.
This time though, I saw the crowd at Baccara was much thinner, so I decided to avenge my previous failure. I was confidently striding in, when a thick, burly arm suddenly blocked my path. I saw one of the most grouchy bouncers halfheartedly nudge his head in the direction of the outside bar. I decided to ignore the unnecessary rudeness and got myself a Singha beer before making my way up to the second floor. It was definitely a lot less crowded. No one was seated at the bar and a few of the large couches and floating tables were empty as well. I made myself comfortable in one of the booths and sipped my beer as I, devoid of previous bashfulness, scoped the wares on display tonight. Much like the last time I was here, I wasn't happy with the topless dancers. It's a well studied phenomenon that we as humans find 'covered' people more attractive. By which I mean to say, our imaginations are often much rosier than reality. That's why most people look more attractive in sunglasses. I saw quite a few familiar faces, but there were a lot fewer girls working today. I assumed there must have a few weekend moonlighters, who were absent today. However, I was quite pleased to see a girl actually dancing today, just like one would expect at a trendy nightclub, albeit a lot more exposed. Regrettably, she wasn't my type, but I hope her exuberant performance would enamor a generous patron, so as to encourage others to follow her lead.
Since no one caught my fancy, I resigned myself to waiting for the girls in red to take the stage. Little did I know that my seat was soon to be discourteously vacated, as the mamasan gestured me elsewhere, while barking, "You only one person". I aquiesced, but the staff's behavior was already beginning to wear on my patience. A few minutes later, the stages switched teams, and I was set to leave as soon as I mentally rejected all them all. 2 girls quickly changed my plans though. I recognized one girl, who I had liked the last time I was here, but her back was toward me, so I couldn't get her digits. Another girl was cute, but was my second choice based on her relative attractiveness. My first choice was barely moving and looked a little bored, which made me hesitant, but the sunk cost fallacy of having spent so much time here had me call her over for a lady drink. This allowed me to ascend to one of the coveted couches. I ordered myself another beer and excused myself to the bathroom while Mui got her drink and sat at my new table.
When I returned, I took my place next to her. She lacked any of the shy nervousness that I've come to associate as a sign of attraction. Instead she was very matter of fact and a touch jittery. Another red flag I chose to ignore because this girl was 100% my type, and it isn't common for me to find someone who fits my type so perfectly. I decided I would gamble just to cross this off my bucket list and use it as a learning experience no matter the outcome. She ran through the standard script and a lot of her mannerisms felt very Japanese / Korean in that kawaii / V sign kind of way. After not more than 2 minutes, she asked if she could get another lady drink, which I accepted. When she returned, I decided to inspect her "shot", which on my previous visit I had believed to be straight Tequila. I was quite surprised to discover it was in fact a very dilute cocktail in a serving of a mere 60 ML. Having little success with conversation and touch, I decided to go for my trump card of intense unwavering eye contact. It was a good call, since she brought up the price negotiations after about 30 or 40 seconds. LT would cost me 6 k, and she then asked for the Bar fine and another lady drink. I told her the lady drink made no sense and she dropped it. I settled my bill while she went to change.
She returned just as I was finishing my beer in a stunning black dress. For the first time, I understood why some of us lose rationality in the face of a beautiful woman. Walking her to the stairwell certainly was enough to arouse me as my subconscious started imagining the rest of our night. Outside, she asked me to wait for 5 minutes while she spoke to the bar tender, handing her some bills. It was then that I noticed her dress was actually a deep shade of red, just a shade darker than blood, which happens to be my favorite color. She was somehow playing with a stacked deck without knowing it. We flagged down a taxi and it was now that she clarified that LT was 4 hours and ST was 1 hour. I was not ready for this sucker punch and immediately began to reconsider. She clearly saw my reluctance and just stated that it was up to me. I decided that I had to have her at least once, but I decided to defer our discussion till when we were in private. I used the taxi ride to weigh the pros and cons as I saw them while cutting off touch. I've found this to be one of the most effective means of communicating a reduction in interest, and she had better know that bringing up now was a little underhanded. She had already asked for her payment at Baccara, which was so utterly ridiculous, I laughed it off. The way she held onto my arm as I escorted her to the elevator told me she had understood my reaction to her definitions. She was studying the entire taxi ride to the hotel and even asked whether she needed a key card to return to the lobby. Planning logistics for her exit clearly.
Once in the room, she asked for payment once again. I still had not decided on the duration and this pestering was a real mood killer. Her defense was insisting that, "Customer Lie". I jokingly tried to maneuver the situation as we got into the shower. Her attitude felt more like a very cold massage parlor or outcall. Out of the shower, she began demanding money again, and I finally just pulled out 6 k and put it under a glass telling she had no pockets right now, but for god's sake chill the fuck out! Before getting to the bed, she asked for a condom. I made my playful joke about 'no condom' and she reaction was so rehearsed it was funny. My smirk afterward though kept the interaction flowing smoothly. Asking for a condom before any foreplay though. It was looking more and more like ST was the way to go. She even explained to me that she would return to work after 4 hours. I was under the impression that Soi Cowboy shut at 2 AM, but she clarified that Baccara is open till 4. It was obvious that there was no wiggle room for negotiation, so I resigned myself to make my decision after her performance. It was only 10:15 and I would have preferred to intersperse my rounds between some sleep, but the only way to make LT worth it would be to fuck her non stop and sleep in the next day.
Getting down to the deed, she was a good kisser, which helped put her annoying qualities to the back of my mind. She was comfortable leaving the curtains completely open, which was a first. She had fake breasts, but the surgeon had done a good job. Her right nipple was ever so slightly off, but almost imperceptible. The surgeon's scar was godawful though. I found myself distracted by it, absolutely dumbfounded why he or she hadn't used subcuticular sutures. The approximation wasn't good either, which resulted in a slightly hypertrophic scar. This wasn't a case discussion, so I switched off that part of my brain. She had a very pretty naval piercing and I was very gentle in that region, not wanting to rip it out with my tongue. Making my way past her unshaven shrubbery, I went down on her for about a minute before being overwhelmed by a strong flavor. She was extra salty and it confused me. She was about to bag my little friend, but I rolled over since I needed to assess her oral skills. They were mediocre and the view wasn't as amazing as I thought it would have been. She put the condom on after about a minute at most, and then asked whether I wanted to fuck her. It took me a second to understand, but I responded telling her to fuck me first. She was on top for a minute or 2 before leaning forward into me and promptly gave up in another 30 seconds. She lay down and asked me to fuck her. We did missionary for a little while and the acting began very quickly. She asked to switch to doggy after about 5 minutes or so and I was more than happy to. While in this position, I was struck by the familiar smell of Aunt Flo. There was no bleeding, so I was quite perplexed, but this may explain the strong taste I had experienced while DATY. Her acting was unbearable so decided to gag her with my fingers. This only worked for a couple of minutes before she resumed her line reading, mumbling, "so good boy" and the like while gripping the sheets in an exaggerated fashion. She clearly did Kegels because she was contracting the entire time, hoping to work as little as possible and squeezing out her payment with minimal effort. It wasn't long before the field became too dry for play as usual, and so began the negotiation for bareback. She was strongly opposed as she began tugging on me like she was using a plunger. She clearly had little experience doing much more than looking pretty, so I was confident in the fact that I would get the most out of this transaction with a little more experience in negotiation. I rolled onto my back and dejectedly told her it would not happen this way. She then finally offered the argument that "she other customer, she dirty, you safe". To which, I responded, "I wouldn't finish inside her, and she looked clean to me, so I was confident in my safety". She wouldn't budge, before I offhandedly mentioned my profession. She did not believe me believing me to be a boxer on account of my gloves drying on the bedside table. I then explained that boxing was simply a hobby, but all no amount of insisting garnered any response aside from, "You lie". This was the last straw to her impertinence, so I shut her up with my ID card, which floored her. After taking a minute to compose herself by repeating how surprised she was, she was finally ready to let me ride without a saddle, "but only 2 minutes". I hadn't fired my pistol in around 40 hours, so my trigger finger was too itchy and it only took around 5 minutes before I painted her back and butt. She immediately demanded paper towels, not even allowing me the few seconds of ecstasy in peace. I cleaned her up and we showered, with her still professing her utter surprise that I wasn't a "sports boy" with my physique. She then asked if I spoke Chinese having finally noticed my tattoo, to which I told her 4 Chinese words I knew and switching to my broken Japanese instead. When I told her I knew the language as a result of watching anime, her face lit up like I had given her her first ever Christmas present.
Having toweled off, she walked over to the bed, lifted the covers and asked me what we should do now. Sleep, nap and then play later, it was "up to me". I decided to quit while I was somewhat ahead and told her I'd pay her for ST instead since she was so eager to return to work. I paid her, and then she excitedly asked me for a tip. I think my facial expression gave away how I felt about that since she then pleaded that she had accepted no condom. She did have a point so I tossed in 200 baht. We had a little more conversation while she got dressed and made up. I kissed her a few more times, which meant her having to reapply her lipstick. She reconfirmed about whether the lift needed a key card or not. When leaving, she turned the wrong way, so perhaps her logistical preparation was a result of poor sense of direction, for which I couldn't fault her without being an absolute hypocrite.
As I breathed a sigh of relief feeling that I had just about broken even, I noticed a few pinkish stains on the bed. Taking a whiff, I confirmed my earlier suspicions- she was DEFINITELY on her period. Perhaps, she had not even realized it, or more likely did not want a controversial bodily function hamper her ability to milk unsuspecting punters. Time to pass the fuck out, so that I can be well rested for my first Muay Thai session with a proper coach the following afternoon.
[B]Moral of the Story:[/B] Baccara is too successful, so their customer service is rude and the girls entitled as a result. This may be a generalization, but Mui even insisted that her timing definitions were standard, "All Lady same". She wasn't familiar with the name Suzy Wong and since this wasn't my first Rodeo, she could not bullshit me, even though she refused to believe me. Only go in if you want a beer and the topless swaying that passes for dancing. Even their drinks are more expensive than other places. I applaud their business model though, since it is obviously a well oiled machine that is raking in the moolah.
Time to go grab a bite, while I mull over which gun range to try out tonight. I quite liked my sign off from my previous report, so fuck you and happy fucking!
[QUOTE=MamaGuevos;2780776]I am looking for a doctor in BKK who speaks English and who will prescribe me sleeping medications (as I find it nearly impossible to sleep in BKK after a 24 hour /12 time zone plane trip via Japan). Can anyone provide me with a referral by PM?
Thanks.[/QUOTE]Try some cough / cold medication with a first generation antihistamine. It's usually sold over the counter in most countries and is effective for a lot of people. Anything with an ingredient like Chorphenhydramine or Diphenhydramine.
Also as someone who took weeks to readjust my internal clock flying to a different hemisphere, I've found it wiser to plan ahead and only go to bed at night time in that country. The first day might be tiring as all hell, but it beats falling asleep on your feet at 11 in the morning.
[QUOTE=Goatscrot;2780765]We have three seasons here. Hot, hot and wet, and not quite as hot. The latter only lasts a part of Dec-Feb if we're lucky.[/QUOTE]And soon that will change to just hot. But, at least it has not rained since my arrival on Dec 30th. However, at my home base in North America they have had snow followed by cold weather, more snow, more cold, and now a black ice pack only a hockey player could love.
I have done that as well here. I try to limit my withdrawals as a consequence to reduce the risk. I travel a lot internationally and this is about the only country that will not give you your money until you withdraw your card. It really sucks! I use Fidelity and they do send you another card but it takes a week or so and some drawn out phone calls to verify who you are.
[QUOTE=LuckyNuts;2780288]Thanks for the reminder StJohn. Done it there myself in the afternoon not even drunk. Just so used to getting the cash last. Need to remember card is more important than cash 555![/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Tomasb;2780788]I have done that as well here. I try to limit my withdrawals as a consequence to reduce the risk. I travel a lot internationally and this is about the only country that will not give you your money until you withdraw your card. It really sucks! I use Fidelity and they do send you another card but it takes a week or so and some drawn out phone calls to verify who you are.[/QUOTE]Should read the other way round: "will not give you your card until you withdraw your money".
[QUOTE=MamaGuevos;2780776]I am looking for a doctor in BKK who speaks English and who will prescribe me sleeping medications (as I find it nearly impossible to sleep in BKK after a 24 hour /12 time zone plane trip via Japan). Can anyone provide me with a referral by PM?
Thanks.[/QUOTE]Good luck with that. I need sleep aids every night and about 5 years ago I brought too few. I went to 2 doctors and was unable to get anything that was more effective than Benadryl. Some things are easy to get over the counter (antibiotics) but other things are not available even with doctor support (Sudafed).