Pattaya Reports

[QUOTE=Andy7;1547945]Those were somewhat strong words but anyways thanks for the reply. I was just looking in what ratio positive & negative feedbacks just pass by so as to get the little idea. Moreover I'm not expecting some kind of in-depth research on this topic. Why this thread is always on fire.[/QUOTE]Sorry I did not wanted to insult. You see the discussion going on now. It will reach no consensus and will have no influence on your action when faced to attractive vagina. That is my simple point.

[QUOTE=Hobbyist2;1548052]They appear to have the same tests as the other lab, but some of their tests are cheaper. I have been tested by the HIV DNA method in the past, but that test is not on the CDC web site. However the RNA test is. The CDC says that the test is good after about 10 days from potential exposure. The lab would probably tell you 2 weeks. The test cost 2500 baht from the south lab and 3000 baht from the lab on the north end. This lab is the same as the other lab when it comes to the info they want from you. They ask for your name and age. No verification documents needed.[/QUOTE]HIV test is Bt 400 at Pattaya Hospital on soi Bukkao. I don't know which method they use. Passport required.

[QUOTE=FruitNinja;1548060]Now back to fining an adaptor for my mac and some Jameson.[/QUOTE]Tucom IT center, South pattaya rd. between 2nd and 3rd.
Quality liquor, bring it from oversea unless money is of no value to you.

[QUOTE=El Flaco;1548304]HIV test is Bt 400 at Pattaya Hospital on soi Bukkao. I don't know which method they use. Passport required.[/QUOTE]Antibody method.

[QUOTE=El Flaco; 1548305]Tucom IT center, South Pattaya Road. Between 2nd and 3rd.

Quality liquor, bring it from oversea unless money is of no value to you.[/QUOTE]Found both. As you suggested. And yes the Jameson was a little pricy. I will bring a bottle next time. I like to have a drink when I get back to the hotel with a girl. On the pack list next time will be a long network cable to help with the spotty hotel wifi. I'm spoiled at home.

Met up with a forum member. Reiner Otto. Nice guy. Walked from Soi 10 to Walking street. The festival is still going on and the only FLs I saw was across from Mikes Mall. Maybe 10. Nothing worth even considering. I wonder where they all went?

We started at Iron, good selection but there was some big celebration and it was packed to the gills. Next was Sensations and there were some stunners there but didn't really feel it for any of them. Then to Bacarra. It was a little thin but there were some good lookers. We ended up at a disco a few 100 feet from the start of walking street. There were plenty of FLs but the ones I was interested in were not interested in me. Oh well. I went back to Iron leaving Reiner to his hunting. Struck up a conversation with a girl that caught my eye on the first go round.

I broke two of my rules. 1. Never take a girl that has tats. Usually indicates that she's been at it a while. I like them innocent and new. 2. Only take girls with good teeth. Bad teeth are a turn off. They were quoting 1500BF and 4000 for the girl. I had a shocked look on my face. That WTF look and they immediately dropped the price to 1000 and 3000. Ended up taking her for the night. Although she was all gung ho and open to anything at the bar she was very hesitant on the return to the hotel. Very little kissing, BJ uncovered but uninspired. Sex was good in that she had a dynamite body and was tight. It was an OK experience. Not bad but not stellar. There is no accident that most clubs have red lights, and it has nothing to do with denoting a working girl house. It's very complimentary on looks and skin. They all look good in red light. Got to pay closer attention.

Plenty of girls on waking street. Quoting crazy prices. Usually means they are not interested. Ohh well.

The festival ends tomorrow so I still have a few days left to play on Beach Road. Where did they go?

a delayed (about two weeks) wrap-up. i slipped out of town the morning after my bliss experience, making sure that i got past bliss before they opened for fear that the bitchy blower would heave a semen-soaked tissue at me. i typed this up as i rode to the airport and killed time in the lounge there. then i forgot about is as i was immersing myself in the culture in angeles city, or at least immersing part of myself in the residents there. so here goes:

since typing keeps me from observing the horror surrounding me as the driver defies various laws of the road and, in many cases, physics, i figured i'd get a start on this. maybe a finish, too – not a hell of a lot to report, just a bunch of odds and ends. and there were some very nice ends.

only had four days, so i figured some pattern of bj-bj-devil's den? where? could be a bar girl, another bj, my hand, or whatever. as mentioned in my bj reports, i'm lucky to get off once in a session, so multiple sessions would be sort of a bad investment. not that i wasn't tempted.

the two bj's were covered in perhaps too much detail in the earlier reports. the dd experience was par for my course: some serious preliminary licking and sucking, then on to the main course, a main course that was tragically abbreviated when one of the main participants, the one attached to me, seizing the spirit of the various worldwide protest movements, rebelled against the oppressive pressure of the regime, here defined as 'the condom', and trouble ensued. on the brighter side, i did not get invaded by the russians, who certainly had the manpower in the region for such an operation (presumably they would arrive in camouflaged tank tops) , but the protestor went down like its chinese brethren in tiananmen square. i really, really don't like condoms, even the caucasian sized ones.

so it was back to the old standby, and my now content protestor got tag-teamed by the two lovelies, once tending to it as the other tried various means – fanning, cold beverage, towel – to keep me from overheating and drowning all of us. she wasn't terribly successful, largely because it is hard to tend to someone when you are on your hands and knees facing away from him. this was not the best of situations, but pretty much unavoidable as i generally had a finger or two in her ass. but i do give them an 'a' for effort, and for giving me their a's.

i believe we just drove under a truck. i'm happy to note that the driver, who was dozing when i got into the car, is now wide awake and muttering at other drivers in a very un-buddhist manner the pills must be kicking in.

but back to anal explorations. though these certainly played well into the south american prison concept, there was still serious effort to be made. as often has happened in the past, i joined in the fray with my free and un-stinky hand. something about a grip stronger than a german shepherd's tends to help. in this case it almost gave a girl tending to my scrotum a black eye and got my nuts bitten off. got to watch that grip thing if a lot of oil is applied. that is no way to die – where's a laplander when you need one? (obscure movie reference)

finally, just under the time limit, there was a massive eruption and we were off to the shower for some serious cleanup work. then down to pay the bill and stagger home. this brings up a conundrum that occurred to me in, i believe it was, bliss. that such thoughts should occupy my mind in such erotic moments may explain the duration of those moments. bj bars, the dd, eden, mango. just about anywhere i've had sex away from my hotel rooms in thailand involved a grueling hike up to about the fiftieth floor to reach the happy room. this means that i'm pretty well on my way to the sweat swimming pool before the fun even starts, but more critically, i have to descend from the heights, usually on a staircase that even on the way up seemed a little off by western standards, with legs just a little stiffer and more controllable than chocolate pudding. could they put these places in the basement? well, maybe not: then i would probably join a convivial cluster of mongers at the base of the stairs as we all tried to regain our strength for the ascent, most likely, in the case of [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord901][CodeWord901][/url]'s, with bliss' [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord116][CodeWord116][/url] lapping at our feet.

the driver is starting to make hissing noises. this can't be good.

the walking street scene was even more of a carnival than before. it is sort of like roaming the halls of the united nations, except the diplomats are a lot ruder, smellier, and attired in clothes bought at a trailer park yard sale. not sure what country is selling the glowing rats, but i bet that is somalia sitting there with her kid and a tin cup.

i only hit a few go-gos, but in most of them i became a repeat customer. lots of eye candy, though i rarely barfine. each visit, though, i wrestle with that possibility: on the one hand i generally have difficulties getting them to leave my room afterward, they are rarely mango-quality pros, they are overpriced, and i'm not really into the gfe at all, but on the other hand some are damned hot, which pretty much kicks all the other arguments' asses.

i had a candidate at baccara (sp?) , a cute little thing with possibly enhanced boobs. kind of a strange vibe. on the one hand she seemed sort of distant, like she would rather be anywhere else, including [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord901][CodeWord901][/url]'s basement (we've probably had enough of that bit, haven't we?) , but she would just slowly nurse her drink. v-e-are-why slowly: i never bought her more than one, and she would have to gulp down what was left when i left. maybe she just had the personality of a dishrag or something. or maybe i was just a safe port in the storm as she awaited someone with less round eyes and a presumably smaller dick (ha! not likely!). safe because i didn't do any serious groping (hence the 'possibly' enhanced boobs, though in an accidental collision they were determined to be delightfully pliant) , and the sex video i showed her did not show me copulating with a flying squirrel. on the other hand, the sex video was actually of flying squirrels, which could probably creep some people out when they stopped laughing.

turns out driver needed to take a [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url]. better now.

meanwhile, at heaven's above, on the first night here i fell madly in lust with a dancer. alas, some other slimeball called her over before i had a chance, so i went back the next night. no sign of her. i can be determined when i want to be, so the third night i was back. still no luck. i paid my tab, then, as i got up to leave, there she was sitting in a booth on the way out! so i approached her, noticing a few tats that i had not seen the first night. oh, well, she was still hot, though i somehow remembered her as hotter. wait! this was not her, but another dancer who looked very similar! shit! but i was already there in her face, so i just gave her a tip, said she was hot, and split.

so, of course, i was back on my last night. still no luck. that slimeball had probably married her or something. but miss not her was looking pretty tempting (like the retro-cars. the mustang, camaro, etc, one's mind sees the original, or something close to it) (just to clarify, i have not had sex with a camaro) , so i asked her over. nice girl. maybe less english than i speak thai, so the conversation was limited. i wasn't planning on getting anything to go, anyway. early car to bkk this morning. so this wasn't a big deal. no sooner had the ld arrived than she was off to the stage. after her set she returned as the other half of the dancers climbed up for their shift. and guess who was in that second group. crap!

it gets more interesting, if your mind is as far down the gutter as mine. as we sort of talk some more, she points to the stage and, i'm pretty sure, specifically at the supreme object of my lust, and asks if i think she is pretty. i of course assure her that she herself is smokin' hot, but do grant her that so is the supreme object of my lust. she agrees and watches for a while. so many questions. does she realize how much they look alike, so just pointed her out assuming i was enjoying the eye candy for that reason? was she having roughly the same fantasies as i was, possibly without the latin america enhancement? would she care to join us? could that be her f*cking sister, which would make the last couple questions really, really hot?

i know when i get back one or both (and i'm betting on the supreme object of my lust. crap!) will be gone, so this will haunt me to my last days.

on the other hand, just down the street at spanky's i talked to a dancer from cambodia. reasonably hot. she, too, pointed out another cute girl on stage,"my seestah". of course it could be the bg version of sister: cousin, girl from same town, inability to pronounce 'syphilis', etc, but too bad i was so fixated on the supreme object of my lust. i know i could have arranged something there, though in both these cases it would have been disappointing. these aren't kinky pornstars: sister sex would probably involve screwing one at a time while the other watched tv and texted. probably her sister, who would probably respond. at least it would be in thai, so i couldn't read,"can you see if it is in yet?"

of course it could be worse: the female flying squirrel rarely stopped eating during her numerous, incredibly brief, tender moments with the obviously add-afflicted suitor, so i guess i'd still be ahead there, especially given the smell of some thai food.

okay, we made it to the airport. no line at all at philippines business class check in. only one couple ahead of me at premium security lane. couple was from uzbekistan. had child. may have been familiar with the wheel but not advanced concepts like indoor plumbing. no idea whatsoever about going through security. presumably on the way out of their country security was limited to a cursory check of the goat's carry-on. spent five minutes as these people were slowly, through trial and error, educated in the process. other belt 'air crew priority' was empty. tried to go through there, but skinny, worthless little potential ladyboy said no. line backs up behind me. eventually little prick tells them to go through his lane. me? i'm stuck behind mr. and mrs. clueless and clueless baby. what? we can't take him through the metal detector in his stroller? takes me thirty seconds to get through when they finally figure it out. easily beat them in the after-checkpoint recovery / redressing, even though i have lace up shoes and they are in the height of uzbekistan fashion, crocs. get to immigrations line ahead of them. clueless baby wanders into booth area and (a) manages to block the guy ahead of me as he tries to leave, and (be) literally bumps into me trying to get back to his suddenly aware and calling parents, completely oblivious to the idea of going around a large object instead of through it. then bumps into me again. and again. it's like my useless artificial intelligence 'team mates' in my old fps game who got into corners and just stood there, walking in place, except i'm pretty sure there would be issues if i shot this little f*cker as i did them. no way i'm paying for the three goats or a cow for compensation to the parents. this kid must do this a lot: he was actually wearing a helmet (what? the helmet has to come off for the security scan?) , a good thing as it was getting a serious pounding on my carry-on. go ahead, ask me how i really feel about this business!

(calms down.)

other bar notes: as usual, lots of eye candy at baccara, but with the usual caveat about koreans and japanese.

great old tunes at opening in heaven's above.

windmill had the usual pigs, but if you like licking pig privates in public, it is your place, plus a lesbian show perhaps even more uninspired than the putative sister acts from heaven's above or spanky's.

gentleman's club (or whatever the name of the place is you, or at least i accidentally go into when trying to go to spanky's) : average dancers.

showgirls (lk metro) : pretty nice daytime lineup. was tempted, but she fled into the back, not to reappear. 'oh, shit! it's the squirrel porn guy! '

had a weird language problem. before going out the first day i left a tip for the maid. okay, so far, so good. but i had done this before, though in the philippines, and it was still there when i returned. obviously she feared that i had just forgotten the money as i went out. or it was such a lousy tip that she left it as a message. probably the former.

so i had an idea: i would leave a note: "maid". great plan, except that, even if i wrote the english transliteration of it in thai,"maebaan" (with a lot of accents and stuff) , i'm sure it would be all greek to the maid. so i dug out my thai dictionary. the one with the three columns: english, thai transliteration, and squiggles. and went to work. after about five minutes i had a masterpiece of squiggly lines and tiny circles. i tucked it under the tip and left it on the desk.

when i returned the room had been cleaned and the tip and note were missing from the desk. good.

then i ran across the note on the kitchenette table / breakfast bar. it was not exactly the same note, though: more squiggles had been added below mine. oh, crap! what the hell does that mean? obviously, it could be "thank you!", but that is predicated on several things, like that i actually spelled "maid" right. what if i had transposed a squiggle and actually written,"please go buy me a young boy?". this is thailand. i could have gotten a knock on my door any minute as she herded up a selection to choose from. what if the second line of her response, one character that looked like our number seven, actually was the number seven, as in,"i'll be right back, my son is seven."?

but beyond that rather far-fetched scenario (she looked too young to have a seven year old) , i can think of some other major misunderstandings.

"i have taken the money you forgot and left it at the front desk."

"never leave your money on the desk: it is an insult. always leave it on the breakfast bar."

"double that and i'll bring my sister, too."

"do not leave a note implying that our beloved king is a maid!"

or it could have just been a rep001hing critique of my penmanship.

there was no way i was going to decode that, so i had to improvise. bar girls: they aren't just for carnal pleasure! yes, it was kapkoon ka.

okay, it's boarding time. i'm off to ac for three days to see if i can [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] off a provider on blow row.

Ahah that made me laugh Oosik!

FN: Try Hong Thong with lemon Schweppes. Way sweet, but it's the only local spirit I can stand.

Thank you Oosik for the report! I love your style of writing. Brilliant!

Any girlfriendly hotel mid price? Mercure? Ibis?

Having had a good night out with Reiner Otto and booted my average girl in the morning I rested for the day. My plan was to hit Bacarra, Sensations, and Iron to do some more exploring and see if I could fix my picker. LAst nights pick was ok but not stellar.

So I did a day of R&R and got up at around 8. Assuming a shower, dinner, and the bars at 9:30. Should be plenty to choose from. After a decent dinner on Beach Road and being the lazy fuck that I am I hit the beach walk across the street from Mike's. Apparently it's called The Bridge. Ugh! There were plenty to pick from but quite frankly I wouldn't touch any of them. The girl from the first night was there but I like variety so I make an excuse and tell her I will be back. After about 30 minutes of hanging around and drinking my water I spot a girl that just arrived. Stunner! I walk up and give her the "hey what's up." She looks at me and says "you know I'm a lady boy." FUCK!"No honey I didn't but thank you and have a nice night." FUCK! Totally fooled. So I get out of dodge before anyone can see that I was talking to him / her. Embarrassed to say the least. Baht bus and I'm at walking street. Oh Oh! Lights are out on the first bar, the second bar, ALL THE BARS! Shit elections or something the tourist cop tells me. So I motor on back hoping that day one was still there. Nope she's gone. I text no answer. SHIT, I fucked this up.

Soapy? Don't know if they are open. So I grab a water and wait. After 30 minutes nothing and I'm getting a little depressed kicking myself in the ass for not going for the sure thing right off the bat. So with nothing to do I sit and wait. After about 30 minutes this stunner walks by but I can't make out if she's working or not. But she doesn't slow down or look at any guys hanging out so I figure she's a regular girl. Damn I should have gone with the sure thing. Well 10 minutes later she's back at the bridge. Not exactly at the bridge but a little ways down but she's leaning over ghe railing texting someone. So I run, knocking over old ladies and Russian tourists to get to her before anyone else does. I'm still not sure she's working as theres a huge celebration going on but what the heck The only thing that could happen is she breaks my heart with a "WTF do you think I am." Well as luck would have it she is working. Oh yeah. We make a deal for a couple of hours. I paid too much but there was no way I was going to let money get in may way with this little hottie.

Back to the hotel for a few hours of romping. What a fucking beautiful body. About 5'1" and perfectly proportioned. A little doll. What a piece! Turns out she's from BKK and heer to make some money. Has to go back in the morning, something about grandma. I coerce her into coming back tomorrow. She says she will take the bus that gets here at 7pm and will text me as soon as she's back. Will she? Who know, probably not but one can hope. She also agreed to stay all night. Let's hope she shows. She used to work a bar here but said she got sick of it because the mamasans would never give them a day off and she has no interest in dancing for 7 hours straight 7 days a week. I bet it's not easy. Maybe that's why so many of the bar girls seem disinterested.

I love the choices one has here.

[QUOTE=FruitNinja;1548697]She used to work a bar here but said she got sick of it because the mamasans would never give them a day off and she has no interest in dancing for 7 hours straight 7 days a week. I bet it's not easy. Maybe that's why so many of the bar girls seem disinterested.[/QUOTE]This is a good point. The girls working in the gogos and the MPs put in some long hours. Some MP girls work 11am until the last client or 4pm until the last client on alternating days seven days a week, and have to make a special request for a day off. Now they're not fucking nonstop everyday, though some will on some days, but they're at the venue everyday. I think you have identified the reason for the disinterested look on the gogo girls faces. A few MP girls have made it clear to me that after many hours of nonstop fucking they simply run out of energy. I know I've been with the same girl who will be a tigress on an afternoon in the middle of the week and almost a star fish on a Sunday night after getting fucked by a dozen or more guys since Friday night.

[QUOTE=Paul Kausch;1548701]This is a good point. The girls working in the gogos and the MPs put in some long hours. Some MP girls work 11am until the last client or 4pm until the last client on alternating days seven days a week, and have to make a special request for a day off. Now they're not fucking nonstop everyday, though some will on some days, but they're at the venue everyday. I think you have identified the reason for the disinterested look on the gogo girls faces. A few MP girls have made it clear to me that after many hours of nonstop fucking they simply run out of energy. I know I've been with the same girl who will be a tigress on an afternoon in the middle of the week and almost a star fish on a Sunday night after getting fucked by a dozen or more guys since Friday night.[/QUOTE]Yep. The few I have hooked up with have told me similar stories. They work a lot. This is one reason I tend to choose the cute diamond in the rough when bar fining. On my last visit to one I chose the most homely girl to take back to my hotel. As so as we took a step to leave the entire bar erupted in cheers. She told me this was the 1st time she was ever bar fined.

A girl I bar fined in AC & she told me the last time she had sex was two weeks ago and before that it was a month. YMMV depending on who we choose and when we choose them.

[QUOTE=Paul Kausch;1548701]This is a good point. The girls working in the gogos and the MPs put in some long hours. Some MP girls work 11am until the last client or 4pm until the last client on alternating days seven days a week, and have to make a special request for a day off. Now they're not fucking nonstop everyday, though some will on some days, but they're at the venue everyday. I think you have identified the reason for the disinterested look on the gogo girls faces. A few MP girls have made it clear to me that after many hours of nonstop fucking they simply run out of energy. I know I've been with the same girl who will be a tigress on an afternoon in the middle of the week and almost a star fish on a Sunday night after getting fucked by a dozen or more guys since Friday night.[/QUOTE]I sit at my desk for hours reading contracts and proposals and I'm out of my mind in a few hours. I can't imagine standing on a stage gyrating my hips for seven hours it's got to be brutal. It's not like they have a union or a NLRB to give them rights. Something that never dawned on me until talking to Noo Na last night. And as much fun as we had, I like to joke with the girls, lighten the mood. Always works to my advantage in getting good service. After we were done we tried exchanging phone numbers but I was out of load. She insisted on helping me buy more load. After we walked towards my hotel and you could see a change in demeanor when she kissed me and headed back to the beach. She was not happy at the thought of doing it again.

Putting myself into her psyche how could you be excited about it. Aside from the demeaning nature of the experience there's always the uncertainty of what the next guy will be like. Will he be a nice guy or some asshole. I'm getting old and soft.

Another reason that I don't try to beat the girls into being with me for peanuts. I think a lot of guys have this romantic theory that the girls get some sexual enjoyment out of sleeping with them. The reality is quite different. I've been at it for weeks now and even I'm just running through the mechanics. I should probably take a few days off but my sexual addiction tells me to motor on.

[QUOTE=FruitNinja; 1548781]I can't imagine standing on a stage gyrating my hips for seven hours it's got to be brutal.

Another reason that I don't try to beat the girls into being with me for peanuts. I think a lot of guys have this romantic theory that the girls get some sexual enjoyment out of sleeping with them. The reality is quite different. I've been at it for weeks now and even I'm just running through the mechanics. I should probably take a few days off but my sexual addiction tells me to motor on.[/QUOTE]

Right and at least those contracts and proposals engage your mind. Those girls are just shuffling on stage naked or darn near that while a bunch of farangs gawk at them; and what do they have to look forward to? A bar fine?

I no longer go to the gogos that much, the loud music and my tinnitus are a bad mix, so I can't speak about them with authority; however, I find the MP girls like longer outcalls, especially overnight. They get out of the MP. I take them to dinner. They spend the night in a nice hotel room. Cheer from Bamboo told me she loved spending the night in my hotel because the bed was big and comfortable, it had A / C, and it was very quiet. She said there was loud noise coming from apartments in her building all hours of the day and night and it carried through the building. Some of the apartments were occupied by extended families who worked, slept and cooked around the clock in shifts. She never got a good night sleep. Read my first post about Aor (#24 at Annie's). On the first outcall we had a couple of hours of sex. Then she slept for three hours and we went to dinner. When we got back to my room she was a wild woman for five hours.

I'm like you 1200 versus 1500 is US$10. Big deal. That doesn't buy two meals at a fast food joint in the USA. You're absolutely right, these girls aren't fucking us because they think we're hot and looking at us gets them wet between their legs. Many of them do appreciate it when we are nice to them and give better service in return.

I take a break every few days. In part because I'm older and need a day with nothing but R&R, but also because a day of abstinence gets me good and horny when I jump back into the game the next day.