Bangkok Reports

Hello all,

First timer in BKK, short on time there, but would like to see some of the sights, Grand Palace, some of the markets, long tail boat trip, etc.

Have done a google search, but any of you out there use a particular company that gave a good half day, full day tour that you really enjoyed?

Staying near Nana, favourite beer garden?

Looking forward to some great tuk tuk tours, buying my very own tailored suits, and getting into the gem importing business!

Thanks for any advice, appreciate it!

Dameon

[QUOTE=Tansak KTV]2,000 USD for one weekend, two nights... equaled two shots on goal and about 10 total minutes of total sex time... plus shopping...

I know of a couple multiple thousand baht tips (10,000 baht plus) for just talking to girls... and the best is a 1,000 USD (yes USD) tip for a night of talking, no bar fine, no sex.

I'm sure Giotto / Aye has some whopper of reports if they cares to join in. And I know of some serious cash dropped at upscale clubs as well.[/QUOTE]A lady I have known a long time once had a guy pay her 10, 000 not for sex, but for him to chuk wow and finish in her shoe! When she initially told him she wouldn't give up her shoes because that was dirty, he told her, "no problem, I will lick it up! " Said it was the easiest and most perverted 10, 000 baht she'd ever seen.

[QUOTE=Tansak KTV]BG (must have been drunk), Cowboy (Bacarra the most (Japanese)) and Soi 33 (old business guys)

Some girls I know at other bars have gotten some great tips. Seems a lot of girls I know really go for the 333 crowd...[/QUOTE]Dont tell Mr G - he will insist on it for the Lodge!

Arrived back in BKK on November 10 and checked into a suite at the Grand President on Soi 11. Nice suite with one bedroom, large livingroom, bar, small kitchen which included a washer and dryer.

Decided to stop by the Beer Garden on Soi 7 for a couple of drinks before heading over to the Nana Entertainment Plaza. Quite a few ladies in here tonight and a few that would qualify for a roll in the hay with but I was on a mission to hit the NEP.

First place I went in was Angle Witch and at once was approached by Wanita who in fact was the first girl I ever barfined in BKK 6 years ago. She is still working in Angel Witch. Anyway I bought her a drink and she recalled that I barfined her for 3 days on that first trip and took her to the J W Marriott. I told her yes, I remembered her and would barfine her tonight is 2,000 bt was good for long time. She said sure, that good. I go change and we go.

She returned in a few minutes and I paid trhe barfine and we were off to a couple of bars for a drink and then a short taxi ride to the Grand President.
She recalled that I had a ladies clothing business and asked if I brought some dresses which I told her I brought a few and would let her try on some and if she was good give her a few and some heels. She was all for that.

I would probably have kept her another night but the next morning when I gave her 2,000 bt which was the agreed price she changed the price to 3,000 bt. I said "Wait a minute, last nightr we agreed on 2,000 bt but she said no, I never go for 2,000 bt. She started getting really nasty.

I said well, ok, 3,000 bt it is but you don't get the 3 dresses or shoes you picked out last night and last night is the one and only night so here is the 3,000 bt and time to go.

You not going to take me to breakfast? "No, buy your own." "You give me taxi fare?" "No, Skytrain tight up the street" I am giving you that extra 1,000 bt just to leave. You were telling me how slow business has been and how few bar fines have been now you just cheated yourself out of another barfine plus dresses and shoes. Good luck.
She left.

The next day I stopped by the Beer Garden on Soi 7 for lunch around 1 pm and there were quite a few ladies present early. Talked with a couple of them and ended up buying lunch and a couple of beers for one who returned to the Grand President with me to play in the pool.

After the pool we played in the bed and took a short nap before going to dinner and then hitting a couple of clubs. Made sure I stopped in at Angle Witch so Wanita could see her replacement wearing one of the dresses she wanted and a pair of the heels.

That skin whitening cream look with the grey face freaks me the hell out. I'm really not into girls who look like Beetlejuice.

Someone needs to tell thai girls that they look way more sexy with their natural tan skin.

This girl was very entertaining and liked to try on sexy clothing and pose for the camera. The next day she started to have an attitude with the hotel staff to the point of being rude. I think she thought that being she was staying in the Royal Suite that made her the queen bee. That evening she left the hotel for about an hour and on her return refused to give her ID to the security guy at the door.

The security guy was kind enough to call me and ask me what he should do. I told him to follow hotel policy and send her packing which he did.

No dresses for this one. I had already paid her the 1,500 bt we had agreed on so she was on her own.

The next day I went to the Beer Garden again for lunch and met a cute little spinner named Nut. Nut actually has a real job, she works in the call center for an insurance company claims department in Bangkok. I would have kept Nut more than 2 nights but she had to be at work after the 2nd night. Good attitude and a real pleasure to be with. I could start to like this one.

She enjoyed dressing up sexy and left with 3 new dresses, 3 pair of heels, & 1 bikini. I paid her 3,000 bt for the 2 nights which was the agreed rate and gave her 500 bt for transportation ect.

The next day I returned to the Beer Garden for lunch. It had been 2 days since I picked up Nut there however she had to return to work this morning so I was single once again. I had just about finished lunch when a young lady came and set on the bar stool on my left.

She was not as pretty as some I have taken out of the Beer Garden but once I started talking to her I noticed that she had a really cute personality and seemed like she could be fun. After chatting with her for awhile I invited her to return to the Grand President for a dip in the pool. She said it sounded good to her so we were off to the hotel.

Pi said she would love to go swimming but she had no swim suit. I told her that would not be a problem as I had a few extras. Pi said she had never had a string bikini let alone a thong but she picked out a cute one and we were off to the pool. We were the only ones at the pool so she was not so shy with her new thong bikini and really looked cute in it.

After we returned from the pool Pi enjoyed going through the dress collection and picked out a sexy one that she wanted to wear that evening along with a sexy pair of heels. She looked hot.

[QUOTE=Capt JB]The next day I went to the Beer Garden again for lunch and met a cute little spinner named Nut. Nut actually has a real job, she works in the call center for an insurance company claims department in Bangkok. I would have kept Nut more than 2 nights but she had to be at work after the 2nd night. Good attitude and a real pleasure to be with. I could start to like this one.

She enjoyed dressing up sexy and left with 3 new dresses, 3 pair of heels, & 1 bikini. I paid her 3,000 bt for the 2 nights which was the agreed rate and gave her 500 bt for transportation ect.[/QUOTE]

I know Nut. I've never ST/LTed her but used to live near her place in Bangkapi (and of course I've seen her regularly at BG). She really is a nice person but by no means a "spinner".

[QUOTE=Mouse1]You wouldn't have said that 40 years ago...! :) A famous fashion model from the swingin' sixties! ANd an uncanny resemblance I'm sure you'll agree.

OK, it's just my little joke. The Shrimp is... my TGF, but she's most definitely not my girl-friend; my 'gik', but she's a working girl and I pay her; my 'regular' when in Thailand, but that sounds a bit vague and impersonal. She's a delightful lady and a good friend. I don't say her name because I really don't want 10 people agreeing 'she's a good shag and takes it up the ass like a trooper'. :)[/QUOTE]Your gik is s e x y!

In summary, the horror story is that a waitress at Climax took a fancy to me, and the feeling is not mutual. So this makes for a weird situation - can I or can I not return to Climax? Details below.

Sunday (last Sunday, not yesterday) at Climax was popping - lots of people, plenty of good looking girls, a genuine vibe going on. I went back for seconds on Monday night. Got in around 12:45am, and the place was noticeably slower. I mean, you could walk straight through to the back without having to nudge anyone out of your way, there were empty tables in the back, and the waiters/waitresses were standing around in bunches shooting the shit (for lack of customers). Monday is not a particularly good night to go to Climax, although I have to say there was still plenty of talent available.

My routine is usually to walk in through the doors, stop for 10 seconds and let the room acknowledge me, then slowly walk through the crowd, walking through the channel between the DJs booth and the stage. As I walk, I make sure to look at every thing that is below eye-level (anything above eye level is probably one of your hairy faces). I look and evaluate: is she really worth circling back for? Or is she in the 'perhaps' category? I rarely get a hit on this first pass, since the ones that stand in this walking corridor are usually those that need the most exposure. The real gems are hidden away in the pockets of the club, huddling with their friends, like gazelles on the Savannah (my second Africa reference?). I look nonetheless, since one may have strayed from its group and you could catch it while it is alone - a most unusual circumstance, but it never hurts to plan for it.

Once I get to the right-hand-bend that takes you around the other side of the DJs booth to the back of the club, I pause there, in this most-highly visible spot. This is Grand Central Station (or for you Los Angelenos, where the 10 meets the 5) for Climax - it's where you can get the most exposure as the most eyes are on you at that point. I have been picked up by girls several times right in that spot. It is such a powerful spot that I am careful in how I use it. If you go and plant yourself there, you may be viewed just as I view the urchins that plant themselves near the door - they need the exposure. So as to not seem desperate, I stand there for (at most) five minutes, often playing with my phone or doing something else to seem nonchalant (this is exactly where I played Ben Hur the other night).

Once I have gotten my dose of being seen (and hopefully admired by one or two), I turn and caste my gaze upon the thousands of eyeballs in the dark. This is a very stressful moment for me - you can see the outline of perhaps 50-60 people all facing you (and you assume scrutinizing you), and you can see the glare of the light on their eyeballs, but that's all you can see. So you don't know who they are, what their expressions are, or even if they are looking right at you. It's quite disconcerting. So I usually walk briskly through this part of the club right to the back and take a right turn behind the DJs booth. I often stop here for a moment, just to catch my breath after having run the gauntlet, and look around a little. The lighting is much better here and you can actually see faces. Also, you are behind everyone, and so you can see them all quite well. You have a view of the stage, as well as the entrance, and a good many other places. The crowd back here is often older and more worn, so it usually ain't a great place to hunt. But it's a great place to rest and feel secure.

Monday I was feeling a little vulnerable, not sure why, so I lingered back there, falsely believing that the security of this place would be my protector for the night. There was an empty table right there at the corner, so I sat down, and up popped a little waitress to take my ticket. 60 seconds later my drink arrived, and I set about nursing my vulnerability with some refreshing soda (no alcohol for me on this night). I got a text from a friend, so I pulled out my phone and started to fumble.

I looked up for just a moment, and in that very moment, I caught the eyes of someone walking past me at an angle. Her eyes were magnetic, very, very charming, and she stopped dead in her tracks - I mean, it was like she hit a brick wall the very second our eyes met. She had sexy eyes, a very sexy hair cut (straight, well cut, streaks down across her face). When she smiled, to my surprise, I saw braces...hmm, not a terribly common occurrence in these parts. And I, stupidly but instinctively, smiled back. She giggled and walked on. Only then, with utter horror and disbelief, did I realize just how frikkin stupid I had been. It turns out, she is a waitress at Climax - I just didn't recognize her outfit until after she had left.

So 3 minutes later, I see her spying at me from around someone else. I tried to ignore her. A few minutes after that, she walks past me and gives me the 'You're Mine' look. Ugh. And a few minutes later, a hostess (dressed in those hot pink dresses) walks up to me and says to me:
'She laaayg you'.
'Umm, sorry?'
'She laaaaayg yoooouu.'
'Oh, she likes me. That's nice.'
'You laayg her?'
'Umm, I don't actually know her, so it's hard for me to-'
'Good, she laayg you wery much. She good girl.'

She turns around and motions the girl over to us. And along she comes, smiling like a cat that has just found a mouse to play with. She holds out her hand and says 'You wery handsummmm man.'

'Oh, well, thank you but-'
'I see you look to me, you laayg me?'
'Umm, I... but-'
'Good, my name xxxx.'

Thereupon we started the regular small talk (where you from, you here for business or holiday, you like Thailand, when you go back, etc.). This lasted an agonizing 10 minutes, at the end of which she grabbed my phone and entered her phone number, called it, and said 'there, now you have my number.'

So I made up a story about how my friend is on the other side of the club, let me go look for him. I scamper outta there to the other corner of the club and hide in a mass of people. 10 minutes pass and I begin to feel more comfortable. I look around and see loads and loads of good looking girls. Not all of them are my type (most are skinny little things - I prefer just a little bit of meat with my veggies, thanks very much). But nonetheless, things are looking reasonable at this point.

Then I get a yank on my sleeve - it's HER! She found me! 'Where you fend?'
'Umm, he, umm, I think, umm, well, see, it's like this-'
'Ok, you come back, we talk, ok?'
'Umm, no, not ok, I will wait here for my friend, I will come back there soon, ok?'

She agrees and walks away. I suddenly had a vision, a flash of the future. My mind's eye was floating over the dance floor at Climax looking down at a sea of black-haired little heads, all bobbing in an uncoordinated arhythmic mass. But there was a gap in the crowd, and as my mind's eye closed in, I saw that it was a body. I closed in further, and in a somewhat unsurprising twist, I saw the body was my own. I was lying there in the classic 'fell from high building pose': lying on my back, hands to the side, head turned to the left, and right leg crooked backwards at the knee. As I watched my rotting carcass, I realized I needed to do something to avoid this fate of mine.

So I booked it outta there. I pushed my way through the crowd, stepping on some feet on the way, breathing desperately, looking over my shoulder at every turn, wondering if she would leap out at me and scream 'You LAAAAAAYYYYYGGGGG MEEEEEEE!' I got to the door, and as I opened it, that same hostess who had so kindly hooked me up with this waitress girl was standing there. 'Where you go? xxxx is looking for you.'

'Oh really? I looked for her and could not see her. Say goodbye for me, wouldja?'

And off I ran.

So what does this mean? Is Climax off limits to me now? Well, I don't think so. The next day, as I am getting it on with a really cute girl I met here in August, this waitress calls me. I ignore it, of course. She then texts me, which I also ignore.

Then later in the evening, when my load had been blown and I could think more clearly, I texted her back and told her that it is not going to work. It's now been more than 24 hours since that text, no response, which I assume means she got the message.

UPDATE: Since writing this report, it has been more than a week, and as you will see in subsequent reports, the horror story has managed to resolve itself. Basically, I ignored her and she got the message. Now she comes by and squeezes my arm and blows air kisses to me sometimes, but nothing more than that. Still pretty annoying, but at least it is not a full-on stalking case. And it does not get in the way of my hunting activities, which is most important.

[Her eyes were magnetic, very, very charming, and she stopped dead in her tracks - I mean, it was like she hit a brick wall the very second our eyes met. She had sexy eyes, a very sexy hair cut (straight, well cut, streaks down across her face). When she smiled, to my surprise, I saw braces...hmm, not a terribly common occurrence in these parts. And I, stupidly but instinctively, smiled back. She giggled and walked on. 'She laaayg you'.

'Umm, sorry?'
'She laaaaayg yoooouu.'
'Oh, she likes me. That's nice.'
'You laayg her?'
'Umm, I don't actually know her, so it's hard for me to-'
'Good, she laayg you wery much. She good girl.'

She turns around and motions the girl over to us. And along she comes, smiling like a cat that has just found a mouse to play with. She holds out her hand and says 'You wery handsummmm man.'

'Oh, well, thank you but-'
'I see you look to me, you laayg me?'
'Umm, I... but-'
'Good, my name xxxx.'

The girl was pretty! What put you, Handsumm. Must be the "braces".

I guess! Liked your well written prose, by the way.

I'm wondering if someone can tell me the best place to buy Viagra (or better yet, the generic equiv. from India) in BKK. I don't want to overpay and I don't want to wind up with fake Vitamins, either. So if anyone can point me in a good direction, thanks in advance.