Thursday, November 8th, 2001
Departure from Arizona

I departed Tucson Thursday afternoon with a great amount of anticipation. The four hours I worked earlier that day seemed like the longest four hours of my life. As each hour went by, I knew that I was closer and closer to my goal of traveling to Thailand.

Noon finally hit and I was out of there. I needed to run to the bank to make a quick deposit, I went to Costco to buy some shoes, and shortly after 1pm, I was on the road to San Diego. The drive was uneventful as always, however, as I thought about the upcoming trip, I was sometimes overcome with certain bits of excitement. The need to shout out loud at the top of my lungs alleviated some of my anticipation, but the burst was definitely needed at certain times.

I arrived in San Diego and at Dart’s house around 6:30pm and I was happy to be there. The first part of my journey was complete. I could not think of a better way to kick off my Thailand trip than with a quick stop in TJ. The sites and sounds that make TJ what it is, I sometimes find myself yearning greatly for. I was hearing the familiar sounds of the turnstiles right around 9pm. I headed over to Adelita’s and we met up with some fellow mongers I had not seen in quite some time. But it soon came time to choose and Michelle, 26, de GDL came highly recommended. I liked her nice skinny frame. After approaching her for a quick chat, I decided to take her up. In the room, after undressing, we started the foreplay a little. She sensually ran her hair and chin slowly over every part of my body, before she put on the condom. After she did put on the condom, she gave a very nice, soft, BJ. She then saddled up for what I can only describe as a great ride. After a while, I had her roll over for doggie. During doggie, we went down to a position I really like sometimes. She laid down flat on her stomach, and then I penetrated her with my legs outside of hers. Then finally, we finished in regular doggie. There was absolutely no rush whatsoever at any time during the session, and she let me pay her afterward. It was a great kick-off to this trip and I started the night very happy.

After the session with Michelle, it became time to renew some old acquaintances. I saw my old buddy from Nogales, who was in TJ for a few days. And then I saw some other mongers I had met on previous trips.

After a beer or two more, and then looking really hard, I finally met Mayla at CC. She is 23, from Monterrey and speaks excellent English. She was very eager to go upstairs, which I usually consider a bad sign. However, there seemed to be genuineness to her, so I decided to go ahead and take her up. We got up to the room and again, it was a very good session. She did have a C-Scar on her stomach though. She gave another nice BJ, even asking if I wanted more. She was very affectionate during all three positions with short, wet kisses on the lips, wrapping her arms around me, and many moans. I finished and was once again very happy. Afterward, she even asked if I was happy. She said she likes all her customers to leave happy. There is nothing like Zona chicas who are actually concerned about the customers they serve!

Friday, November 9th, 2001
Leave America

After this, we had to kill some time before we left for LAX. Our plane departed around 11am. I caught about 2 hours of sleep and around 4am on Friday morning, Dart and I departed San Diego for LAX. The drive was mostly uneventful. We hit a little bit of traffic, but we arrived at LAX with little trouble. I had always heard LAX was a nightmare to get in and out of. But I did not find this to be the case on this trip. We checked in at the Tom Bradley International Terminal. They actually X-Rayed the baggage we checked, which I think is a good idea. Have they started doing this on domestic flights, too? We displayed our passports and tickets at the counter, received our boarding passes and had lots of time to kill afterwards.

The whole “arrive three hours before you depart” thing for international flights seemed to be a bit overblown in this circumstance. We actually arrived a bit earlier (I had been planning this trip for 6 months, I was not about to miss or flight or be caught in a security checkpoint) and we found ourselves bored and tired during the four hours we waited for the plane to depart.

The time passed slowly, but about an hour or so before the flight time, we headed through the security checkpoint. The several 6’4” Army Reservists with M-16’s was quite intimidating. I put my bags on the x-ray machine and they went through. Even after going through, they asked to search one of my bags and I said fine.

We then proceeded on to the gate. A funny little side note takes places here and goes through until the rest of the trip. For some reason, and I forget how it gets started, but I think I mention to Dart for some reason that a song I sometimes hear in Mexico – We’re going to Ibiza by the VengaBoys I originally thought the lyrics were “We’re going to eat pizza.” I think I even play it for him and he agrees that one could mistakes “Ibiza” for “eat pizza.” So during the time we are waiting for the plane to board, and even on the plane all the way there, Dart would sometimes break out with “Ohhhh, We’re going to eat pizza.”

When the plane boarded and I was finally checked in and seated, three main thoughts were going through my head.

1.I cannot fucking believe I am finally making my first trip to Thailand.
2.I hope the planes don’t crash on the way there.
3.I hope the one bagged I checked makes it there. (I carried on a bag and a small carrying pouch.)

I also started to think about my long journey to this moment:

I have only been sex traveling and mongering since late 99. Since that time, I have only gone to two places. Nogales, Sonora, Mexico and Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico. In 1995, I once visited a Nevada Brothel. I paid too much and will probably never return.

In the March 2000 issue of Maxim magazine (The one with a black haired Jenny McCarthy on the cover), there was an article about Pattaya, Thailand. The article was horribly slanted towards not going there. It was dangerous and unsafe, you would get a STD. You would get AIDS. You would come back in a body bag, etc. For me, all that in the article was simply brushed aside. It didn’t even weight on me. But here is what did.

“Today Pattaya makes Vegas look like a pony ride. It’s a full-on pleasure avalanche. 24/7. You want it, you got it cheap; beer, weed, amphetamines, steroids, heroin. More girls, more ways than a man could imagine.”

Now the drugs part of that above statement does not appeal to me at all. But that last line does me in. More girls, more ways than a man could imagine.” And another word does it for me: Cheap.

There was one other thing that really caught my attention from the article. It was a picture of the Sabai Land massage parlor. It had a picture of what would later become known to me as the fishbowl with a caption that said, “At Sabai Land, women sit behind glass and wait to be called…by number.”

I wanted to go. I wanted to go so badly. At that time, I didn’t have the means by which to travel to Thailand yet. I would file Thailand and Pattaya away as I place I wanted to visit at a later time in my life.

So I continued mongering in TJ and Nogales, sticking only to those two places. In May of 2001, after I returned from a huge TJ trip, a trip in which I did 21 girls in 6 days, a friend of mine mentioned I should go to Thailand instead. The girls, he said, were 50% cheaper. What I saved on girls I could use to pay for the airline ticket, hotel, food, etc.

This hit a cord with me as I had wanted to go for more than a year. But I still was not convinced. The job situation was less than stable in May. And I had never been to a foreign country besides Mexico and Canada. Certainly not one halfway around the world with an entirely different culture than anything I have ever experienced. So I researched Thailand off and on for the next two months. Then I decided to finally bite the bullet. On July 1st, 2001, I went to Travelocity.com and bought the $600 plane ticket to Thailand. The next four months were spent planning what I was going to do with my trip. With about two months left before my trip, the buddy who suggested I go to Thailand, Dart, actually decided he wanted to go as well. So I gave him my flight information and he got on the same flight. Although he did have to pay a little more for the ticket than I did.

I continued with my research about Thailand. I visited message board after message board. I prepared what I wanted to do. I asked questions. I read about Thai culture. I found out about scams to tourists. I read Stickman’s very detailed and very informative guide to Bangkok and Thailand. When the time had come to finally board that plane, I was confident of several things. 1. I was going to have a blast. 2. I was prepared. No, not for everything I would see, hear and do. But I was better prepared because I did my research. I knew what a Wai was and what it looked liked. I knew not to insult or say anything bad about the King. I knew not to touch the head of a Thai person. I knew getting angry in conflicts with Thais did little to solve the problem. I knew to keep smiling.

Back on the plane now, it was finally boarded and almost ready to take off. I was incredibly tired. Just get me in the air and I can sleep. Once we started pulling away from the gate, during the safety recording, and then finally feeling that sudden burst of power as the huge Korean Air 747-400 took off heading West, I was a happy man. I was a tired, happy man. But I was happy. And very anxious.

Our flight path took us up by San Francisco, Washington, Alaska, near the pole, and then back down through Japan and then finally Seoul. I wondered why we went that route and not straight across. On the way back, I found out it was because of the jet stream. They go that way to avoid it completely. It was a 12 hour flight. L-O-N-G. I had never flown that long. I found myself needing to get up and walk around every so often. But I was able to get in some good sleep. Dart watched Final Fantasy. I think they showed another movie as well while I slept.

I really liked the flight path information, air speed, and time to arrival they showed on the flight. That was neat. The two meals they served were bad, but the flight crew and staff were accommodating and the first leg of the flight was uneventful.

We touched down in Seoul and once again I heard Dart saying, “Oh, we’re going to eat pizza.” To which I would sometimes reply, “Oh, we’re going to Thailand!!!”

The Seoul airport was pretty cool. We got off and had bout 2 hours to kill before our flight to Bangkok. Luckily, there were some internet terminals so we caught up on current events, email, etc while we waited.

We boarded the Boeing 777 to Bangkok and now we were really excited. “Oh, we’re going to eat pizza.”

The flight to Bangkok was shorter than expected. It was listed as 5 hours and I think we made it in about 4 ½ to 5 hours. I had made an internet reservation and booked a suite at the Grand President on Sukhumvit Soi 11. They were going to send a car to pick me up at the airport. Dart made reservations for Majestic Suites right behind Nana Plaza. We both talked about what our plan was going to be after we arrived in Bangkok. We both emphatically agreed that we were both going to get after it as soon as we landed, checked into to our hotels, showered, etc. However, this was more difficult now with the recent 2am closing times. The good news, our accelerated flight to Bangkok had us down on the ground there around 11:00pm Saturday night, instead of 12:05 am Sunday morning.

Another side note. I happened to download a porno from the internet about 2-3 weeks before my trip. It was Private’s Fatal Orchid. Ironically, it was filmed in Bangkok and Pattaya. It showed Walking Street in Pattaya, and the Beer Bar plaza where the Thai Boxing ring is. I think it is right past Soi Post Office. Actually, I think it is the Best Friend Beer Bar Complex. It also showed the JW Marriot and Nana Plaza in Bangkok.

Day One
Saturday, November 10th, 2001
Arrival in Bangkok

When we arrived in Bangkok, I saw some familiar scenes from the movie. My car from the Grand President was NOT waiting for me as expected. So we walked through customs, got our travel visas, exchanged some money into Thai Baht and went looking for a taxi. The exchange rate during our trip was about 44.4 baht to the dollar.

Unfortunately, everything I read about the taxis went right out the door once I arrived. I was told to get a metered taxi from the airport to my hotel. Make sure they turn on the meter, get out of they don’t.

You have to pay the 40 baht expressway fee, but that is no biggie. But, I saw the Mercedes taxis and thought those were the metered taxis. It was 650 baht from the airport to the Grand President. That seemed expensive, but we paid it and started loading up. Once we stepped outside the terminal, I discovered my mistake. The Mercedes Limos were NOT the metered taxis. Metered taxis were Toyota Corollas with a big sign on the roof of them that said “Taxi – Meter”. But we were already packed and paid up so oh well.

After we packed up, Dart got in the back seat, and I went to get into the front passenger side. Or what I thought was the front passenger side, at least in America but almost no where else in the world. And there was a damn steering wheel there! Both the taxi driver and I started laughing as I started to get in and then realized my mistake. Dart starts mocking me from the backseat, “Hey Xenono, you gonna drive us there?”

The race was now on. The plan was to get to my hotel first. Both of us would shower up and change there. How long have we been wearing these clothes now? I hate to think what I must have smelled like. Then after we both showered up there, we would check in Dart at the Majestic Suites and then head over to Nana Plaza.

The Grand President didn’t have my reservation. That is why they didn’t pick me up at the airport. Maybe next time I will contact their sales office directly and not book through the internet.

However, I didn’t have any problem getting a room. And it was cheaper than the price quoted to me on their web site. On the web site, they advertise $150 US for three days and two nights for a Royal Suite. Once there, I got the room for about 2000 baht a night, about $45 US.

I checked in and the room was really, really nice. It was just what I expected. I was in Tower 2. It had a refrigerator and microwave, no stove. It had bowls and silverware, and some glasses. The living room had a nice couch and chair facing the TV. By the window was a desk. The bathroom was again very nice. All the showers in Thailand seemed to be the type with an adjustable spray handle that was on a long cord. You could use it as a shower head, or you could take the handle off and use it closer to parts of your body to rinse. Also, can anyone answer me this question? Why does the toilet always have a water hose with a spray handle attached to it? Almost every toilet I used in Thailand, public or private, had one of these. Why? The bedroom had a safe with a four digit number you could set as the combination. It also had a queen size bed, and another TV, VCR, and desk.

Dart showered quickly while I began to unpack. He was done in a few minutes, but made a mess with the water all over the floor of the bathroom. I then showered and we were soon off to Majestic Suites.

We took one of the Metered Taxi that hovers in front of the Grand President because Dart still had his stuff with him. I think the fare was something like 41 baht. The flag drop costs 35 baht. And then it goes up from there. The Majestic Suites is hard to get at from the standpoint there is no place to park in front of it. A good place to tell the cab driver to stop is that AM/PM right across the street from it. Sometimes they can stop on Soi 4, but it is difficult if there is traffic behind you.

So I helped Dart check into Majestic Suites. There were two people at the door waiting to greet us. One security guard and one Bell Boy who had a name tag with his name and then below it, his title: Bell Boy.

It was funny checking in with Dart. The lady at the counter thought I would be staying with Dart and was saying it was only one bed. She was still yelling that as we were getting into the elevator to go up. Ah well, she’d find out we weren’t gay later that night!

Dart had a nice room as well. He had a room safe that was activated by a magnetic key. The door key was also magnetic. You put your key on the wall, and then there was central control panel on the nightstand by the bed that allowed you to control everything in the room.

The Bell Boy showed us all this and then Dart through him a tip. Dart dumped off his stuff and we were on soon on Sukhumvit and then heading down to Soi 4. Nana Plaza was right there.

Wow! How can I explain this? The first site that caught my attention upon entering was the Pharaoh’s Beer Bar. This was what I saw for the first time in the Private Fatal Orchid porno. Then the second thing I noticed was all the motorcycle’s parked right in front as you enter the plaza. As you continue to make your way around the bottom level of the plaza (there are three levels) you are constantly barked at from every girl, guy, or anything else that is around to enter their particular establishment.

After a quick circle around the bottom level, we ended up at Playskool. This had value to Dart as he had been to Thailand once before and had to start off at the Playskool. We headed in. Dart ordered a Heineken and I ordered a Singha. Hey, when in Rome! The Singha was a little too strong for my liking though. We hung out there for a while and then decided to check out some other bars. I had a list of places I wanted to see, and Ranger had given me a list of places to find some stunners. So we headed up to Angel Witch. We headed in and both ordered a Heineken.

One thing that is cool about buying drinks in Thailand: They bring out your drinks first. But payment is not due at this time. Instead, after they bring your drinks they then bring out a little wooden cup with your tab in it. Now don’t have any thoughts of trying to run out without paying though! If they had this system in the US, you might be able to get out easily. But there is an army of waitresses in the Thai clubs. You would not get far...

Once we got in, two girls who were outside came in and started trying to get our attention. Dart was immediately attracted to one of the girls. But there was one catch. He thought there was a possibility that she might have been a he! Nevertheless, we signaled our approval of them to come over and bought them some drinks. The girl that sat next to me was attractive, but a little too chubby for my liking. I forget her name. Dart’s girl had long dark hair and a very skinny frame. She was also a little tall. Her name, and this will be theme for the trip for Dart, was A.

It was getting late and I needed to make a decision before the clubs closed. After some short chit chat, we paid our bill and headed out. I went over to G-Spot and spotted a girl I was finally interested in. She was wearing a flower head dress. Her name was Won and she was 21. I asked her where she was from but damn if I couldn’t understand it anyway. I bought her a drink and we chatted a little. But then all of sudden, the lights came on and it was 2am. Damn! Ok, I asked her if she wanted to go. She said yes, but why didn’t I come sooner? She told me to meet her out front. So I left the bar and started waiting for her out from by all the motorcycles. I think Dart was somewhere around as well, but I can’t remember. We meet up and I am tell him that I am waiting for this girl from G-Spot.

Photos: Back and Forth in Thailand 001 002 003

As everyone is filing out of Nana Plaza, I thought I would be waiting down here forever. But surprisingly, she comes down rather quickly. So I bid farewell to Dart and we head back to the Grand President. She was in a hurry to get out. I did not have to barfine her, and she mentioned something about the Mamasan not seeing her.

We get up to the room and I am nervous. Not because we are about to have sex, I have done 182 different girls before. It is the whole etiquette and protocol thing. I don’t want to do something stupid. I have read about what is standard behavior for the situation, and some of the things the girls do. So yep, the first she does is flip on the television. But, ironically enough, she stops on the Arizona vs. Maryland basketball game in the Coaches vs. Cancer Classic in New York. I live in Tucson and enjoy both Arizona Wildcats Basketball and Football. Although I enjoy basketball a lot more than football because Arizona sucks in football. So for a few moments, I forget where I am and I start getting really interested in the basketball game. But then I DO remember where I am. I did not fly halfway around the world to watch basketball on TV! I came to Thailand to fuck and fuck was what I was going to do. So I plop her tiny, petite frame into my lap and I start massaging her back a little. After a little bit of this, she says she is going to shower.

Only problem was that there were two dirty towels. So we called down to housekeeping to have them bring up some fresh towels. Someone is up within a very short amount of time to replace the towels.

While Won is in the shower, I use this opportunity to secure everything I have of value into the safe. I put in my wallet, money, watch, travelers’ cheques, passport, MP3-CD player, etc into the safe and lock it. I don’t know how necessary this was, but I decided to take no chances. They have the safe; I might as well use it.

She comes out with the famous towel covering her up and then I proceed to the shower. After I come out, we proceed to get busy on the bed.

We start off with some short, soft kisses on the mouth which turns into full-on French kissing within a few moments. I change positions so that I am lying on my back with my arms around her and she is lying on top of me while we are still kissing. After a little bit of nice kissing, she then proceeds to go down and lick and suck on my nipples, and then she slowly proceeds to Mr. Happy. She goes down and starts off with a nice BBBJ. It was a little too short for my liking, but indeed a very nice BBBJ.

After the BJ, I whip out the condom and she gets on top for a long time. During this time, she often comes down to wrap her arms around me, kiss my neck, or suck on my nipples some more. When I get tired of this position, I decide to roll her over a little bit for doggie. Ahh, what heaven. What a nice tiny, petite girl. (If you know me from my previous reports, you know this is what I like most.) Her pussy was really tight in doggie and I had a great time. I then did her for a while in missionary but decided I wanted to finish her off in doggie. I finished up, paid her, and then she left. After this experience, only one thought kept going through my mind. I LOVE THAILAND! I LOVE THAILAND!

What an incredible experience. It was so nice. Just everything about it was nice. It was such a change from anything I am use to in Mexico. She was so sweet, so nice, so accommodating. I was excited and pumped for more!

Shortly after that, I heard the phone ring and it is Dart. We decide to head out for another round and meet up at Tom’s Quik on Soi 4. (This would become my favorite restaurant on the trip.) I called to housekeeping and got some more towels before I left. As I was getting into the elevator to head down for some more fun (sanuk is the word in Thai, I believe) I see two Aussie men each with two girls. One said something to me like, gotta love Thailand! When I meet up with Dart, we are trying to decide what we want to do next. Nanaplaza and everything is closed.

I asked Dart if he found someone and he said he took up A. But after doing her, he still had concerns that she was a ladyboy. Now you have to understand something here. Dart and I only had three rules for this trip. And he made a point to emphasize these rules to me quite often.

1.No ladyboys.
2.Don’t forget rule #1.
3.See Rule’s #1 and #2.

So you can imagine how funny it was to me the possibility that Dart took a ladyboy as his first session on this trip. Now I don’t think she was, but the question still lingers…..

Somehow Dart ends up talking to some girl named B. This was even funnier. Perhaps Dart could start and just do the alphabet in order during his Thailand stay. She talks about this place she wants us to go with her. I am a bit apprehensive, Dart is willing to go. We ask how far and she says it is just right up the street. So we walk up Soi 3 a bit and end up at the Grace Hotel Coffee Shop. Near as I could tell, it seemed to be an after hours freelance joint. There were two jukeboxes there and people were talking and just hanging out enjoying themselves.

There were a couple of possibilities here. But all of a sudden an ugly girl attaches herself to me. She was one of B’s friends. Luckily, Dart discovers I am not happy about this and pulls me away. Dart seems to be getting along with B rather well so I stroll around the place a few times. It very much had an Adelita Bar feel to it. Different from the Go-Go’s at Nana where upon entering you were assaulted by 20 waitresses with their arms pulling, grabbing, and pointing you where to go. (Hey, I want to walk around the place first. Hey, I want to check out the talent and get a better look at it. Hey, I don’t just want to sit down and order a drink right away. I want to girl watch for a second first.)

Anyway, there was not a lot of talent here. But there was some. And it was a low pressure, brightly lighted place.

I am getting tired and am pretty close to leaving, when I see someone who kind of catches my eye. So I sit down to talk with her and her friends. Upon attempting to sit down, I promptly plant my ass on the floor instead of in the chair. The chair was near a step, and as I went to sit down, the chair fell over the step and I fell onto the ground. The girls and some people nearby thought this was the funniest thing. The better part was that I was completely sober.

So I talk to this girl and her name is Jac or something like that. She is 22. I wasn’t extremely attracted to this girl, but I really wanted to get in one more session before I called it a night.

I figured Dart was set with B, so I talked with her for a while and then decided to take her back to the hotel.

Photos: Back and Forth in Thailand 004 005 006

Once again, the experience was similar to the one before. We started off with a lot of foreplay and French kissing. She then proceeded upon request to provide a BBBJ. And as similar to the previous girl, it was very nice but a little too short. The girl had absolutely no breasts, but she was very small and very petite.

Once again, and this will become a theme on this trip, we started off with her on top. She rode for a very long time before we changed to missionary. After a while in missionary, I finished her up in doggie. After the deed was done, I go to take a shower. When I come out, she is sound asleep on the bed. I have to struggle with her a bit, but I finally get her to leave. I was tired after two days of travel; I wanted to get some sleep and I didn’t want to keep her for long time. (LT).

But again, my overall impressions of the session were very good. It was another great, wonderful, terrific session with the girl treating me very nice. After this session though, I did decide that I needed to get some KY jelly. The girls seemed moist enough to start off with, but as the sex lasted longer and longer, I found the well was starting to dry up a little too much. So KY was on my shopping list for tomorrow.

After getting here and promptly going out and finding two women, it was finally time to sleep. It was a great kickoff to my first trip to Thailand. What would the rest of the trip hold for me? Where else would I go? What would I do? What fantasies awaited me? I could not wait to find out.

d'ART and Xen,

Very enjoyable reading! I look forward to catching up with the rest of the story already posted and the future installments (and I still have to catch up with Athos' Brazil travels. So much information, so little time).

Quick question (hopefully I didn't miss the answer). How did the jet lag effect you?

An Adversely effected by the NY to TJ jet lag every time kind of guy,

Out-of-Towner