Bangkok Reports

Wow, yet again. Just curious, do you write much in your day job?

So I'd be interested to hear how you'd rank the diff clubs (Climax, Bossy, Spicey, Liquid) on scale 1 to 10 (or however you like) in the categories of

* general monger usability
* total number of girls (e.g. the pink and teal halter types--in other words, working--as opposed to the 3 girls-nighters) likely to be spotted
* ratio of girls to guys (realize this flucutates)
* total number of easily available hotties amongst those

And why are you not into CM2 and Spasso?

Myself, I've been to Climax and Cm2, never did partake tho. I find Climax way too dark and difficult to navigate.

Just so everyone here knows, he also posted a few like these over in Pattaya section

[QUOTE=Kumbu]So Nana Liquid is in the Nana Hotel, opposite the NEP. [/QUOTE]

Fantastic Report :) I loved it

[quote=jimbehr2000]could someone let me know how the pricing at [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord901][CodeWord901][/url]'s works? after finishing, we went to the bar and the bill was b750.[/quote]

they raised their price b50?

Not enough self-loathing though for Houellebecq.

Ever punter should have a story like that. Mine was with a toothless streetwalker in Barcelona...

[QUOTE=Lone Punter]Noble gents!

Nobody should miss the exceptional field report by Doppel One on The Cambodia board

[url]http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/showthread.php?p=1028075#post1028075[/url].

Both Bukowski and Houellebecq would be delighted.

LP[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=BKK Dreaming]are you thinking of going to the clubs out in Saphan Kwai ?[/QUOTE]

In case you do, very quick howto ..

1) Girls earn from sitting with you, I forget the details, please correct me. Something like 150 baht/40 minutes. They'll still ask for a drink, but they're also fine sharing your drink.
2) ST is 1500 all in (no seperate amount for bar and girl) .. there are a couple of ST hotels nearby, the "Suparb" is 1 minute walk and 150b for the room.
3) None of this farang-style drinks by the glass .. you get big bottles of beer or whisky. They'll keep the whisky for you if you don't finish it.
4) The girls who speak English have been around the block a lot.
5) They push fruit plates for 100b or so. Just say no ;-)
6) They'll also push girls, dragging them up to you. Be very firm if you want to sit alone for a while. The sitting-girls tend to skulk in the shadows. Go and pick one unless you want one foisted on you, because they don't really circulate. The dancers are also available, but they have to go dance from time to time.
8) A lot of girls were "jikajee" (i.e. keep your paws to yourself). The pace is mostly slower than farang places.
9) There are two nice clubs. All the others are seedy as hell, but sometimes that's also fine. You'll see the nice ones easily. The one on the corner is a bit pretentious for my taste. The one just down the soi from it used to be my favourite seedy one, but has been renovated and connected with its neighbour. It has karaoke rooms upstairs. The waiter kept popping in every 5 minutes ..

[QUOTE=Rocksoff]In case you do, very quick howto ..

1) Girls earn from sitting with you, I forget the details, please correct me. Something like 150 baht/40 minutes. They'll still ask for a drink, but they're also fine sharing your drink.
2) ST is 1500 all in (no seperate amount for bar and girl) .. there are a couple of ST hotels nearby, the "Suparb" is 1 minute walk and 150b for the room.
3) None of this farang-style drinks by the glass .. you get big bottles of beer or whisky. They'll keep the whisky for you if you don't finish it.
4) The girls who speak English have been around the block a lot.
5) They push fruit plates for 100b or so. Just say no ;-)
6) They'll also push girls, dragging them up to you. Be very firm if you want to sit alone for a while. The sitting-girls tend to skulk in the shadows. Go and pick one unless you want one foisted on you, because they don't really circulate. The dancers are also available, but they have to go dance from time to time.
8) A lot of girls were "jikajee" (i.e. keep your paws to yourself). The pace is mostly slower than farang places.
9) There are two nice clubs. All the others are seedy as hell, but sometimes that's also fine. You'll see the nice ones easily. The one on the corner is a bit pretentious for my taste. The one just down the soi from it used to be my favourite seedy one, but has been renovated and connected with its neighbour. It has karaoke rooms upstairs. The waiter kept popping in every 5 minutes ..[/QUOTE]Wow, to be honest, this is the first I am reading of such a place. I don't think I will be going though, since Sapphan Kwai is very close to where I work - I might bump into some moonlighting office girls and then the veneer of respectability will be shattered. All those bags under my eyes will suddenly meet with an explanation.

Can anyone recommend a good Greek restaurant? That's not a euphemism, I really mean food. I am craving a good chicken souvlaki. I tried the place at the Emporium (Olive something or the other), and it was pretty bad.

And while I am at it, could anyone recommend a good, basic Korean restaurant? There are a couple on soi 11 which I don't care for (near the twist), and then there's one in Ploenchit Plaza, which is always empty. I also tried the one at the Emporium, which was, eeh. I'm looking for a solid, inexpensive dolsot bibimbap.

This one's for you, Siam Dreamer. Didn't turn out as spectacular as I would have liked, but the legs and the ass made up for the lack of chemistry. This is a report from Thursday - the day after my double with the Nana Liquid girl.
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I took a crap this morning and it didn't smell. That can't be a good thing. I think the fatigue is really affecting my psyche. I am beginning to hallucinate, and the hallucinations are across all modalities. Everywhere I look I see shapely legs, and I hear 'I go wij joo'. In the most unexpected places and at the wrong times, I smell freshly showered skin and taste the soft sourness of vaginal secretions. I blink and behind my eyelids are round asses and winking assholes. I need some sleep.

The pretty little thing from Nana Liquid drained old Kumbu. He is NOT one for morning shags, especially of the tuk-tuk variety, but she insisted. And it wasn't the normal quickie either, it was a full, lengthy, involved maximum exertion – the likes of which would stagger even the most bull-like of men, let alone your frail hero. This odyssey, as fabulous as it is, needs to be dialed back a little, or else I will burn out and have nothing left to show for it.

Having said that, I decided tonight I would do something new: actually BF a girl from a gogo bar. Have not done that in BKK yet (not this trip anyway), only in Pattaya, so let's see what becomes of it. The smart thing would be to rest and sleep tonight in preparation for tomorrow's road trip to Pattaya, but I told you, the fatigue is playing games on me, affecting my decision making.

I got back from work late (because I went in so very late, following the 1:30pm tuk-tuk ride I took), arriving in my hotel at 8pm. So I showered and slipped on a casual but attractive short-sleeved linen shirt. I made my way to NEP to visit Apple in Lollipop from the other night. She was the one with whom Oscar and I had chatted and who gave me her number. She had been SMSing me every day since then – she must be desperate. I arrived to be greeted as the lamb that I am, warmly welcomed into a booth seat. She arrived next to me placing her pretty little tushy next to me and giving me the most delightful of closed-mouth kisses. We had drinks, chatted and built some rapport.

Then the dragon lady arrives. A waitress, built like a Sherman tank, places her smiling face in front of me and bows very humbly and says “please dear sir, may I have a drink as well? I am so very thirsty, I would be most grateful...” I kid you not on the grammar, it was impeccable, with a slight English accent too. But this just pissed me off. Usually, I would joke about how I am here to see Apple not anyone else, blah blah blah, but I was very tired and very grouchy. So I paused for a good 10 seconds, while everything in the club seemed to stand still. I looked her in the face, without an expression on my face, feeling the increasing anxiety within Apple next to me. I then reached over and grabbed my bill, and pulled out my cash to pay.

The waitress objected, backpeddling as quickly as she could, saying no need for drink, etc., etc., etc., but I was not in any mood for this bullshit. I paid up, turned to Apple and said “Sorry, I have to go, I will call you, ok?” She looked me in the eyes apologetically, and eagerly nodded her head. What a sweetheart. She kissed me on the lips and said “See you soon”. My change returned, and I took all of it (of course), and of course, the waitresses started to curse me out for being a bad man. Of all the dog and pony shows I have to endure, this is my least favorite.

Walked out into the muggy evening and went over to my regular late-night place for some fries and a coffee. The hot brew helped sooth my nerves somewhat, so I then walked up Suk to Soi Cowboy. I made a beeline for Baccara in search of that beauty from the previous night – the one with the legs and the smile and the awesome attitude; the one for whom I left a 100B tip without sharing a drink with.

I arrived at around 11pm and sat down on the left side of the bar. The waitress who I had spoken to the previous night remembered me and pointed me out to the girl, who was dancing on stage. She began to eye me a little, hiding behind her friend and then occasionally looking over at me, trying to figure me out. Why would he leave a 100B tip and not even talk to me??

I ordered my vodka tonic and sipped it while I inspected her and the other girls on stage. With fatigue, I find I am much more clinical in my inspections. I go through the checklist like a meat inspector – legs...check; ass...check; eyes...check; attitude...check. The shift ended and she finds her way over to me. In person, she has darker skin than I thought, but that's cool. She's also not as tall as she looks on stage – just a regular 156cm. She's older than she looks too – a full 29years old, with no children however. Furthermore, she weighs a whopping 50kg! What? No way darling! And she says “Yes, I have big ass!” Of course I needed to verify this, so she stands up and shows me, lifting her little skirt and wiggling.

Bar fine.

We get into the hotel and we talk for a good 20 minutes. She has a darling laugh – high pitched, wide-mouthed, very natural. And she was laughing at all my jokes, very nice. I manage to get her to shower, and then me, and we find ourselves on the bed. I slowly draw the towel off her body and begin the inspection. Yikes, she has a spectacular lower body. Her legs are perfect (at least for me). They are strong, toned, curvy and perfectly proportioned. I rubbed them and stroked them for a good 10 minutes. Meanwhile, she was eager to show me her prize asset: her ass. It was indeed a big ass. Jeez, I have never seen a Thai girl with this kind of ass – it was large, wide, round and very, very firm. For a 29 year old, that is impressive. Turns out she exercises a lot – she runs 3-4 times per week, goes to the gym, plus dancing every night, so she is fit and trim.

I decided to get my money's worth. I had her lie there with her back arched so as to accentuate the curvature of the ass, and I then kissed, stroked, massaged, groped, nibbled poked, dove into, licked, cuddled, hugged, sneered at, giggled with and well and truly bonded with those two enormous lobes. She was totally bored, asking several times if I was done. I kept shushing her, and going back for more. Not sure how long it lasted, but little Kumbu was dripping wet for at least 15 minutes due to this severe stimulation.

I finally relented and turned her over. Moving further upwards, her hips are large and round, very impressive. I am sure they will bear healthy, large babies one day. Her midsection was perfect – toned, tight, unfettered with stretch marks, no scars, nothing – just miles and miles of tight, toned flesh. Her breasts are smallish, less than a handful each, so not much to write home about there.

I start to kiss her breasts and suck her nipples, which really works for her. I keep at it for a long time trying to get her as wet as possible so the unlubricated Trojan can find its way in. I slowly proceed downwards towards Grand Central Station, and she gently suggests that I not eat. My lips are so fucking chafed from all the pussy and ass eating I have done over the last 10 days, I was kind of glad to have that pressure lifted. Still, it would have been nice to try to rim that ass a little, but not this time.

So on goes the Trojan, and in goes little Kumbu. She was not just a little wet, but dripping wet at this point. So kumbu slipped nicely in. Furthermore, she was remarkably tight for a 29 year old. I guess the childless 29 year old is a different beast from the motherly 22 year old. So space was limited for little kumbu to do his thing, but he wiggled and wonked for around 10 minutes in missionary position until the princess sighed and relaxed her overly arched back. We looked each other in the eye for 30 seconds, a gentle silence shared. And then the wiggling and wonking began again. She was enjoying it quite a lot, almost as much as I was I would say. And she was responding very well to the different moves I was dropping on her. Some were getting enthusiastic 'aaah's, while others were getting warm 'mmmmm's. I put together a repertoire of three moves which I cycled through in repetitive succession, and this really worked for her. So she came a second time.

Then she said, “You have done your work. It is time for me to work now.” So she flips me flat on my back and mounts little kumbu. She rides the little guy gently at first, but then with more and more vigor. But I'm getting no where with this. So I slip her onto her side, and enter her from behind, ogling her large hips and perfect legs. We do this for a few moments, and then she voluntarily lies flat on her front so I can bang those ass cheeks to my heart's delight. I bang, and the tension within little kumbu begins to rise. Ok boss, not sure how much longer I can go with these ass cheeks staring me in my little face.

She senses this, and so she slowly moves into doggie position. I'm watching this with apprehension – the end is nigh. I pump, she arches, I pump some more, she arches some more, until she had her ass pointing up at the ceiling. At this point I got an excellent view of her asshole – a milk-chocolate brown, small and oval shaped, with little cute crinkles. Looked yummy. So I did what most guys would do – I stuck my finger into it. She flipped her head back, but did not object.

Little Kumbu in pussy, finger in ass, that's all it took, and the not-so-fat, not-so-lady sang his little lungs out, spewing warmth and fatigue into oblivion.

We showered, chatted for 10 minutes, and then she left. Before I had Bfed her, we had talked price. Standard is 2000ST. I told her I would pay her less. She objected, but eventually agreed. We didn't settle on an actual sum, but I paid her 1500B when she left and she was cool with that. The reason is that I bought her 2 lady drinks while in Baccara (her cut is 50B each, 100B total), and I left her a 100B tip the night before. So in all, she got 1700B from this transaction. Plus she was of the opinion that I would be a repeat customer, so she seemed ok with it.

Overall, this experience was not mind-blowing, but good and satisfying. The girl did her best, within the limits of her own preferences. Her body made up for the lack of DATY, and her laughter was certainly a tonic for my fatigue. But there were no real sparks flying, so I may or may not repeat with this one.

I managed to sleep a full 7 hours. Not my usual 8.5, but not bad considering my excesses these days. Now back to Pattaya to see that cute little anal princess.

[QUOTE=Kumbu]Wow, to be honest, this is the first I am reading of such a place. I don't think I will be going though, since Sapphan Kwai is very close to where I work - I might bump into some moonlighting office girls and then the veneer of respectability will be shattered. All those bags under my eyes will suddenly meet with an explanation.[/QUOTE]

Stickman did a piece on this place a few months ago, pretty good roundup of what's all there. If you go late at night, very slim chance you'd be running into good office girls around those bars.

My reports will not be a patch on Kumbu's, not least because I am a 2-finger typist and life is too short to spend all my time in the room tapping away.

Arrived in Bangkok last night at 6.35pm (20 minutes early). Out of the plane, through immigration (had to switch lanes because a dumbass farang couple couldn't work out how to the complete immigration form), and my bag was about 5th off the conveyor belt. Up to departures level, and into the first cab. Offered 300Bht for expressway to Sukhumvit, and it was of course immediately accepted. I can't be bothered to haggle when I arrive after a long flight so I always offer 300Bht. If the driver is stupid enough to try and haggle over a very good deal I just politely walk away to the next cab.

Arrived at hotel in Soi 2 at 7.35pm, exactly one hour after touchdown. Mustn't grumble. Hotel superb. Details in another thread.

I worked out my plan, which was to have a shower, go for a stroll, have one beer in BeerGarden and pick up a couple of phone numbers, have one beer in a Nana bar and check out the carpark, then go watch a show (AngelWitch?), and then come back to find some company. I am a beer lightweight, as You have probably guessed. :)

Of course it didn't work out that way. First beer in BeerGarden (which was quite crowded and a very positive girl to guy ratio) and saw one SYT, but decided that she was probably too young. Chatted to a couple of others, but no-one took my fancy. Just as I was about to leave I spotted a very smart and elegant looking lady in the far corner, so went and chatted to her. Just my cup of tea, and apparently I was hers :) . I realised that I was a little short of cash, given my plans for a bite at the Mango in the morning, so having discussed price (she said 2000Bht, I said 1000Bht, she said 1500Bht, I said 1000Bht, she said OK ;) - my idea of haggling!) I went to change some cash before 10pm.

Returned about 10 minutes later to find some ugly old dude had moved in... The girl has no standards, no shame! Actually, she must have known him, because (a) she had apparently made a commitment, and (b) he was completely ignoring her and talking to his mate. Ignoring her to the extent that I was able to have a conversation with her about why she should come with me and not the ugly old guy who was ignoring her...

But it was not to be, although she protested that she would much rather go with me and did not like the other guy. Even to the point of wiping away a tear at the injustices of life! Go figure. I asked her one last time politely and then moved off. As I did so, I bumped into the SYT from earlier, so I chatted to her, and after a few minutes she decided to give me a deep wet kiss. The other lady was surreptitiously watching all the time... Never mind. Anyway, the kiss did it for me, and a few minutes later we negotiated for ST (I said 1000Bht, she said yes :) ), and off we went.

Taxi back to hotel, shower together including BJ in shower, and I'm already thinking about a tip... She was good. No rush and a fine time was had by all. Well, by me anyway. Afterwards I did indeed tip her 100Bht, generous guy that I am. Then straight to bed and lights out, thinking about a Mango for breakfast...

[QUOTE=Kumbu]
I took a crap this morning and it didn't smell.
[/QUOTE]
Yeh sure, my shit doesn't stink either! ;) Seafood diet.

[QUOTE]
Then the dragon lady arrives. A waitress, built like a Sherman tank, places her smiling face in front of me and bows very humbly and says “please dear sir, may I have a drink as well? I am so very thirsty, I would be most grateful...” I kid you not on the grammar, it was impeccable, with a slight English accent too. But this just pissed me off. Usually, I would joke about how I am here to see Apple not anyone else, blah blah blah, but I was very tired and very grouchy. So I paused for a good 10 seconds, while everything in the club seemed to stand still. I looked her in the face, without an expression on my face, feeling the increasing anxiety within Apple next to me. I then reached over and grabbed my bill, and pulled out my cash to pay.

The waitress objected, backpeddling as quickly as she could, saying no need for drink, etc., etc., etc., but I was not in any mood for this bullshit. I paid up, turned to Apple and said “Sorry, I have to go, I will call you, ok?” She looked me in the eyes apologetically, and eagerly nodded her head. What a sweetheart. She kissed me on the lips and said “See you soon”. My change returned, and I took all of it (of course), and of course, the waitresses started to curse me out for being a bad man. Of all the dog and pony shows I have to endure, this is my least favorite.[/QUOTE]
Ugly but polite Waitress.

It is cool to be polite in Thailand. Thais do not like Farangs that blow up with little reason.
If I blew up very time someone requested a drink, I probably would have had a stroke by now.

You will always meet the odd annoying Thai people in bars. Life is too short to take any notice of them. You need to leave if being continually pestered, but ignore the occasional one.

This is "Gogo Bars 101".

I had pre-ordered a Mango for breakfast, but when it came it was a Cherry!

Booked her for a Sunday morning treat, although when I woke up groggy at 9.30am I did feel a bit sorry for her that I had asked her to come over at 10.30am. I just had time for a coffee and a shower to make myself look presentable before she arrived on the dot. As it says on the web-site, she is tall and long-limbed. For those who care she weighed 50.2kg on my scales, and is well proportioned with good natural boobs. Her English is not great, but OK, but she was very relaxed, happy and smiley, and did all the things that you would expect from a Mango girl (including a massage with her boobs in the shower). She didn't offer anal, and comparing the size of my massive anaconda(!) with her butt I have to say I don't blame her. Not really my thing anyway.

For various reasons my mind was on other matters that morning, so after the deeds had been done (the second round finished off with a BJ) I wasn't really in the mood for small talk. Anyway, I took her downstairs and we got the hotel tuc-tuc to Sukhumvit and we strolled to Nana skytrain. She kept asking me where I was going to eat and saying that she hadn't eaten that morning, but as I say my mind was on other things and I bid her a fond goodbye. A nice girl and one who I would be happy to see again.

There was something on the front page of one of the papers the other day, I forgot to keep it, but it said that the airport train link is now being offered free of charge as a trial in anticipation of its opening in August. So free rides (for a few hours in the morning, a few hours in the afternoon). The train goes from Phayathai station to the airport. The anticipated opening is in August, but who knows if it will materialize, but free rides on a working train is progress indeed. Ah, found a link to the article in The Nation:

[url]http://www.nationmultimedia.com/home/2010/06/01/business/SRT-wants-more-funds-for-Airport-Rail-Link-subsidi-30130597.html[/url]

When it does open, I think I will still opt for a taxi ride rather than the hassle of a train to Phayathai, connecting to the BTS into Nana.

[QUOTE=Mouse1]I had pre-ordered a Mango for breakfast, but when it came it was a Cherry![/QUOTE]Mouse, very much enjoying your two-finger-typed reports - keep 'em coming.

I'm wondering, what do you mean she was a cherry? I've noticed that gay Thai men often refer to themselves as cherries...that's not what you meant, was it? (no offense intended, I'm just confused.)

[QUOTE=Kumbu]... I'm wondering, what do you mean she was a cherry?[/QUOTE]

Cherry is just the name of one Mango Massage girl.

[url]http://www.mangomassagebangkok.com/shop.html[/url]