Nana Carpark and Lying African girls
Some people seem to be getting down on Thailand and on Bangkok in particular. My take on it is that it all depends on what you want, expect and put into it.
I am staying at the Nana Hotel and I am still amazed at the high quality breakfast there. Really. Here you have a choice of fattening Farang breakfast or slim Thai breakfast.
I no longer go to Nana Entertainment Plaza in search of female companionship. It is too expensive, extremely jaded, and a bit over the top though I did catch sight of a drop-dead gorgeous girl on the second level, opposite side of Angelwitch.
It was pouring down last night around 9 but I sized up the girls waiting around. I am very, very wary of Ladyboys and pass up the taller girls just in case. After going around, sizing things up, I was not too convinced which is why I had a foray into NEP. Lots of noise, bustling, a few knockout like the one I mentioned above but all in all, I decided to go back out into the rain. Eventually, I settled on a girl (I was convinced she was) who seemed a bit older but she had that Thai slimness that I like.
Luckily, I remember my Thai and she seemed to like the fact that I was able to speak it. I have had cases in which they don't like that. After a long conversation, we got down to it. Yep, she was a she. I really like the inner labia of most Asian girls: black in contrast with their much lighter skin. SHe was GFE for the duration of the tryst but when it was over, she was determined to leave ASAP which was fine by me.
After resting from my great shag, I went to Gullivers. There are a lot of girls there but a pretty one caught me eye. In spite of trying to dress very nicely and arguably not being too bad-looking, she ignored my glances. Probably after a Japanese gentleman (or not in the game).
On the way back, I saw some African WGs. I could not resist asking them where they were from. One told me from Mozambique. She had not reckoned on the Cunning Linguist since I immediately started talking to her in Portuguese. She seemed shocked and I came to realize that she spoke no Portuguese at all but was quite good at English. Hmmm. I told her that there was no way she could be from Maputo, Mozambique and know zero Portuguese (especially if she came all the way here to Thailand). Her friend (who spoke to the "Mozambican" in an African language) told me she was from Zimbabwe but she knew no Shona but she knew some French, a very rare thing indeed from somebody educated in poor Zimbabwe schools. My conclusion was that they were Nigerians. I would be very leery of somebody who does not admit to what country they are from. The alleged Zimbabwean kept telling me, come to my place and I will drain your balls"! Hmmm. Maybe next time, like February 31.
Experience can sometimes be a curse.
[QUOTE=Goyave]I hope that my point is made and that I will not have to reply about this topic again anytime soon.[/Quote]Sorry Goyave, I'm afraid we have been talking past each other. Let me try to explain my point again. This post is typical Kumbu style, so those who are annoyed by my writing style, please, just skip it. It's not that big of a deal, and I apologize for taking up the band width, but I harp on this point because the constant repetition about how Thailand is not as good now as it was X years ago, to me, is still deceptive. It carries with it the clear implication that Thailand is somehow not all that good to visit. And this is simply not true, as some of the responses to your post indicate. The various tangents that emerged from your first response are irrelevant to this discussion (e.g., whether BKK is the best location for mongering in the world or not, whether tourists inflate prices, whether upcountry brothels / locally-oriented establishments still provide good service, etc.), so I focus just on this one point: The Thailand of today is not as good as it was 30 years ago. I submit this post not as a flame, and with no intention to disrespect those who have been mongering here for decades. Your experience is valued, and I wish for you to continue to share that experience. It is just this one aspect of experience which I think is problematic.
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In the early summer of 1999, I stood in line for 4.5 hours to watch Star Wars: the Phantom Menace on opening day. It was at the Westwood Bruin, and the line snaked three blocks, but I stood in line to watch it. My then-girlfriend was eager, but thought we should wait a week and let the crowd die down. No, Star Wars was mythical, a thing of beauty, something that I had grown up on, and something that symbolized all the pleasure of childhood. As I stood in line, the guys in front of me were talking about how when they went to see the original Star Wars in the '70's, they paid $1.25 for the ticket. In 1999, the prices had just been hiked to $7.00, and these guys were hysterical about how the movie studios are charging us ridiculous amounts for crappy movies. Not like the old days.
Needless to say, I came out of that theater sick to the stomach. The movie sucked; I was gutted. I felt like my childhood had just been pissed and puked upon - the exhilarating, thrilling memories of Luke, Han Solo and those silly droids just got soiled by shyte about siths, JaJa and a charisma-less Anakin Skywalker. And Samuel L. Jackson? Why had that no-talent hack Lucas done this to me?!
To my utter amazement, the group of 16 year olds behind me were raving about how fantastic the movie was. They thought the sith was a fantastic villain; they loved the quiet strength of Anakin; While Jaja was annoying, he seemed to provide mild humor for the kids. I stopped and asked them if they were just kidding, and they seemed surprised. As we talked, it became apparent that these particular 16 year olds had not seen the original three Star Wars movies. They did not have the same frame of reference that I had, and were evaluating the movie really on its own merits.
My experience with the original Star Wars jaded me. It made me judge the prequel differently from the 16 year olds. I held it to a far higher standard than they did, and I failed to judge the movie objectively on its merits. A year later, I tried watching it again, but I just couldn't do it - I *couldn't* do it.
So not only did the frame of reference fuck the movie up for me, I realized that *I* was partly to blame. I was now too old. When I saw the original movies, I was a young kid, gullible, eager to be excited, easily pleased by crappy movies, and thus tremendously impressed by the odd good one (such as Star Wars). I was impressionable as a kid, but far more jaded and cynical as an adult. The 16 year olds, on the other hand, were still eager and willing to be impressed. I think if these very same individuals had waited 20 years before watching that very same movie, they would have hated it.
My point? Well, I have three points.
Point 1. Prices go up. Movies used to cost $1.25, in 1999 they cost $7, now they cost $12 in many places.
Point 2. Talking about how LOS is not the wonderful playland that it was back in the day is relevant only to those who were in LOS back then. To you guys who have a point of reference, you interpret what happens to you today through the lens of the early years you were here in LOS. And unless that experience is spectacular, you think it sucks. That's natural. Hey, the Phantom Menace sucked big time. Furthermore, as a young, eager, horny man, you were far more easily impressed. You were less jaded, less cynical, less demanding. The first time a girl gave you a BBBJ with solid eye-contact and gobs of spit, you probably popped your nut within seconds. Now, if you don't get that, you are pissed off. Now, with age, as is the natural way, the bar has been set far higher. But that does not mean that LOS is getting worse. As I hope you see by now, the natural progression of time has an effect on us, and I believe THAT, my friends, is one source of this apparent degradation in quality.
Point 3. While it may be true that the girls are changing, it is hardly a scientifically proven fact. I would argue that a more important variable in this equation is YOU. 30 years ago, I wager, each of you (actually, that's the wrong pronoun, it should be 'us') were at least 20 pounds lighter around the gut, at least a pound heavier on top of the head (assuming you were in-fashion with the 1980's Big Hair), far less experienced, and so far easier to please. Now, with 30 years of experience, wrinkles, body weight, and shiny bald spot atop your head, and a penchant for BB ass sex (or whatever), the girls are providing significantly worse service and charging significantly more money. In some ways, that should not be surprising.
I read plenty of reports of guys who have had excellent experiences. Plenty of guys report getting 'freebies'. Plenty of guys talk about ST for 1000B or less (I've had this a couple of times in the last few months). Plenty of guys report being blown away by the cuddly, loving, GFE, sometimes PSE, often human, decent reaction they get from these women. These women who often (not always) live a tough, grueling, demanding life. And yet, when they shack up with a bunch of falang, they manage to treat them with kindness and humanity.
The first time I partook in the beauty of Thai femininity was in 1992. It was with a sublime young 19 year old in Sabailand in Pattaya named Kinky. She provided superb service that has never been replicated with anyone since. Afterwards, as she massaged my arms and neck, she gently sang Eternal Flame by the Bangles - a song that still gives me goosebumps and shivers everytime I hear it. But I never compare any experience with her. Each experience is unique; each experience is what it is; each experience is produced partly by the girl and partly by me.
If LOS is going down the tubes, well, I think I want to go down the tubes with it. For me, and for now (and that's all that matters), Thailand is a primo location for mongering, and Thai girls rock.
