My first international trip was two years ago to Thailand. I had fun, but relative to cost and everything that happened, the trip could probably be described as a disaster. The demolition of one of my cars, poor trip timing, a lost passport, loss of half of my film, and low chica numbers left me with little excitement to immediately return to the Land of Smiles. However, reading about trips online and seeing some of the beauties makes one tend to forget about past difficulties. Add to that some gentle persuasion from a friend to make my next trip to Thailand and a strong desire to up my chica count at bargain rates and I was ready to go. Xen would inform me that he secured his ticket, this was the selling point for me. I was able to land the same flight there. Xen was going to come back a week earlier than me, and I had another friend who would be in Angeles, Philippines at that time, so I made tentative plans to go to the PI and come back on a different flight. Xen and I would talk occasionally about our upcoming trip. The anticipation was killing him. I was looking forward to it, but I guess my excitement was tempered by my past experience. Friday, November 9th was alternatively fast approaching and taking forever. Finally, it was Thursday, November 8th.

Xen arrived in the early evening as expected. For lack of a better word, he could be described as "bubbling" with excitement. We would make our way to TJ before we left as had to get in our farewell sessions before our long flight to Asia. It was still early, though, so Xen hung out a bit while I finished up preparing my music. I was about to bring all my original CDs, so I spent some time ripping then and compiling them onto little theme CDs. I had a romantic theme, a erotic theme, a upbeat CD, and even a rocker one, just in case. Around 8:30pm, we headed for the Tijuana border.

We spotted some regulars and hung out a bit, but a quickly fell into my normal pattern of hunting. Xen doesn't get down here much, so I gave him some recommendations as well. My top for the moment given his past experience and current talent was Michelle the vet, with the disclaimer of her smoker's breath. He had a cute young blond that was new on his eye as well, but I told him I'd think twice about her as she was brand new and didn't seem too accomodating. He ended up not persuing her when she told him she wouldn't give a blowjob. Her decent from a distant but unattractive from close up friend kept pulling at me as I walked by, rather determined to get me to take her up to the room. She went as far as to tell me it would only be $10 for her, but I'd have none of that. I'm going to screw a chick for money, she damned well better be attractive or at least decent with an excellent reputation, otherwise she's paying me. This chica wouldn't be able to afford my rates.

Xen ended up doing Michelle and some other chica I didn't know. I did someone as well, but at the moment I can't recall who or what happened. Actually, almost all of TJ is a blur to me right now, that's how good our trip to Thailand was.

We ended leaving TJ sometime around 1am, I think. Our original plan was to drive up to LA early and hang out at a friend's place where we would rest, but we decided to just kick it at my house and drive in the early morning. Traffic would be optimal and we wouldn't have to worry about getting up in the morning as I would consequently stay up all night. I checked and rechecked my stuff and things around the house before waking up Xen to leave around 4am.

LAX was uncrowded and hassle free at the time we arrived. We wanted to be safe, so we got there about 4 hours early. We were practically the only ones there for our flight. We got something to eat and I played around on my laptop while we waited. I can't believe that LAX doesn't have internet terminals. Both Seoul, Korea and an airport I stopped at in Japan on the way back had them, I don't recall seeing them in Thailand, though.

"We're going to eat pizza!" I said this again after we got seated on the plane. I have this thing with certain tunes being stuck incessantly in head. Xen had introduced me to this Vengaboys song about the Island of Ibiza. I heard the song before but never really listened to the words. After he mentioned that it sounds like "eat Pizza", I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept reminding him on our way to Thailand.

There was one other thing notable our flight. I kept reminding Xen about "The Rules". I came up with "The Rules" after my first trip to Thailand. These are the rules:
1. Make sure she's not a dude.
2. Make sure she's not a dude.
3. Make sure she's not a dude.
I keep these rules in mind because of my preference for taller women with more European features. My preference is typical American, with optimal beauty falling along the lines of women you find on the cover of women's fashion and glamour magazines. The thing about Thailand, though, is that on average, the women are nothing like that. Thai women tend to be petite, very skinny with small breasts and round faces. Anything falling outside of that norm and you better be checking to make sure that the she is really a she. Medical science has come a long way, and some of people in Thailand have been able to take advantage of that. In my opinion, some of the top lookers in Tijuana are/have been Marbel of AB, LuzElena of AB, and Vanessa of CC. If a Thai woman saw any of those 3 in Thailand, she would think each one of them is a ladyboy. That's how different the Thai physique in general is.

We talked about various things and made plans in our 18 hours of flight time and 3 hours of layover. Xen slept most of the time, but I was getting a little bit more excited and kept thinking about how to optimize our time. When we finally arrived, we hardly bothered to look for a sign from Xen's hotel, we went straight to the cab booth and paid for a taxi direct to the Grand President. In minutes, shortly after Xen tried to get in the drivers seat (on the right side of the car in Thailand) we were on the road to Sukhumvit. The cab driver made the turn onto Soi 11, and Xen was soon checking in to the Grand Presidente.

Part of the plan to optimize time was for both of us to get ready at Xen's place. That way, I could shower while Xen unpacked and finish getting ready while Xen showered before heading back to my hotel to drop off my stuff. We wouldn't have to worry about getting separated, and we were together to hurry one another to move. Xen annoyed me a bit, so I took a piss all over the floor before I left the bathroom. I took a look around the room while I was waiting for Xen, his place was MUCH more spacious and nicer than where I would be staying, but then again it was over twice as much and much farther from the main action. My room would be nice enough.

After dropping my stuff off, and explaining to the desk staff that the room was just for me, not for me and Xen, we made our way to Nana Plaza, a mere third of a block away around the corner from Majestic Suites on Soi 4. The place was kicking. The feeling for me was one of excitement and familiarity, I had been once before, but it was a homecoming of sorts. Our first stop would be Playskool, my first and last stop from my previous visit. We ordered our beers and surveyed the talent. For those of you that haven't been, you are accosted almost immediately by the waitresses who will try to direct you to a seat once you walk into a go-go bar. After taking your order, they leave you to gaze upon an assortment of young, dark skinned female bodies dancing to what is usually some kind of Euro/American techno-pop around a raised stage with many poles for the girls to dance around. Though I say dancing, the more common action is swaying or bouncing of sorts, as the stage is typically crowded and most of the girls aren't really motivated to REALLY dance. Most go-go's don't have show lighting such as changing multi-colored tracks or strobes, but they typically have an assortment of decorative lights to brighten the place up.

In all honesty, this kind of scene isn't the most seductive to me. I typically prefer to see chicas in an assortment of regular or "ho" clothing trying to outdo one another for my attention. Relative to a place like Tijuana, though, I must admit that the average beauty is at a higher level and the body type is much more fit. One must look much harder to find overweight women in sex-related establishments in Thailand.

As for Playskool tonight, there were enough doables, but we needed to look a bit more before making our choices. Xen wanted to check this place he read about called Angel Witch on the second floor. We would have to choose soon, as our time was running out with our late arrival. We caught the glances of two girls outside who stared at us as we walked into Angel Witch, they were already inside by the time we were seated. Before I knew it, they were seated besides us.

The girl seated next to me called herself A. She was a tall, attractive girl who would have no shortage of business in the midst of the girls at the Adelita Bar in Tijuana or working the clientele at the Blue Marlin at the Del Rey in Costa Rica. But there was one catch, this time, we weren't in a Latin American country and some of A's features were atypical in Thailand. She was attractive, but my three rules of Thailand kept going through my head. As she snuggled up, I listened carefully and let my eyes wander to look for any giveaway signs. I could find no evidence of manhood in her voice, her hands looked fine, I didn't see an Adams' apple, but I still was unsure.

We finally managed to pull ourselves away from Angel Witch and the two girls and headed to G-spot, but our time quickly expired. The lights came on and the people started filing out. Xen landed a target while I was cruising the bar looking, but I couldn't find anyone more attractive than A. A had mentioned that she would wait by my hotel if I didn't make it back to Angel Witch before closing. I looked and reminded myself of the rules, but still, did I want to settle for only a moderately attractive girl? Xen and I left the bar after his girl agreed to meet him outside. She arrived shortly after and they left to his hotel.

What was I to do? I couldn't go to bed empty-handed (or should I say with a loaded gun) on my first night in Thailand, but everyone was filing out of Nana Plaza. I was torn, somehow I knew A would be waiting for me around the corner, but how could I violate the rules? She is attractive. Damn. I decided to walk around the corner to see if A was there waiting for me. I would wait until all the clothes came off before I let A do anything. If I ended up doing a post-op, I would just hope I never knew for sure. Hell, even then, would it matter after all was said and done?

A was very happy to see me. I was still reluctant to take her up, but she won in the end. I kept my distance just in case, so we didn't have much going between when we got to the room. We both took our showers before hopping on to the bed.

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A had a very nice hourglass body. The tits where fake, but the rest of the body was spectacular. Her skin tone was milky white and flawless, a far contrast from the darker tones and stretch mark or cellulite ridden bodies ones becomes accustomed to in Tijuana. I moved my hands and eyes from her chest to her waist to her thighs, at once admiring her figure and looking for any evidence of manliness. Still, there was no Adam's apple in sight, no scar tissue, and she had a normal looking vagina. Her breasts were enhanced, but otherwise one of the finest bodies I had seen in a long time. Looking again at her face, I realized she didn't appear Thai at all. She looked like she might have been Chinese-American with the Caucasian in her beind dominant. She was very attractive, her looks won over my uncertainty.

The sex itself was very unspectacular, naturally a by-product of my hesitation and reluctance, but still better than your average TJ session with a nice covered blowjob and a decent performance of enjoyment by the girl. She didn't want to go home yet, so I walked her downstairs and we stopped by the AM/PM. She spotted a friend, so we said our goodbyes and she told me she wanted to see me again. I headed back to the room to call Xen and see how he was doing. I had noticed that Tom's Quik, a restaurant just a few storefronts to the left of Nana Plaza, was still open around 3am, so I told Xen to meet me there if he was up for getting something to eat.

While I was waiting for Xen, a couple girls came in with an older European guy and sat facing me. The cuter girl seemed somewhat fascinated with me, and was soon winking, gesturing, and mouthing words towards me. Since she was with the guy, I just smiled at her for the most part, but eventually mouthed an answer in response to one of her questions. She coulnd't understand, so she came and sat across from me.

It was a strange coincidence that the first two girls I would sit with on my return visit to Thailand would be named A and B, and even in that order. B was very petite with a pretty face and hair tightly woven and pulled back underneath a white bandana. Xen finally arrived as I was talking to B. She talked us into going to a place called Grace Hotel. We couldn't understand what she was saying at first with her accent and were skeptical because everyplace else seemed to be closed, but we agreed to check the place out.

To our surprise, the place was hoppin! It wasn't like a go-go bar or anything, it was just a coffee shop with plenty of tables, a good amount of open space, and a large number of people, nearly every seat in the place was taken. High quality talent wasn't abundant, but you could see that talent was certainly available. Xen describes it as Adelitas like, but I must respectfully disagree. The place was very well lit, the music was at reasonable levels, the air quality was decent, and the atmosphere was relaxed. For comparison purposes, I would say it was similar to the dining and reception areas of the Blue Marlin/Del Rey in San Jose, Costa Rica with some people dancing, louder music, and every seat taken.

B went to her friends while Xen and I walked around. Though B was attractive, I wasn't sold on her yet. She was a bit too petite and made-up for my typical preferences, so I had to scan the room for other potential targets. After pulling Xen away from an ugly chica, he spotted one he was interested in. Things were going well for him, already two landed on his first night. He quickly whisked her away, leaving me with my potential target of B. B was kind of busy talking to her friends, so I looked around a bit more. I saw one dancing girl that was acceptable, but B was better. I was considering taking her back when I remembered how I left the room. I hadn't cleaned the place up. The bed was unmade and there was probably a condom wrapper laying around. B and I had a better thing going on, so I didn't want to take her back to a room like that, it might interfere with the GFE potential, so I told B I needed to go to my hotel but would be back shortly. She gave me a nice sensuas kiss goodnight. At the close kissing range, she looked much better and got me worked up. I definitely needed to get back.

I cleaned up at the hotel, both the room and myself before returning to the Grace 30 minutes later. Of course, there was no B. I looked and looked and waited, but apparently she was snatched up. The DG (dancing girl) was still available as well as a girl with red streaks who appeared to DG's friend. DG was very high energy, gyrating her very petite body wildly to the music. We talked for a bit before agreeing to go to my hotel together. I don't recall DG's name.

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DG and I kissed passionately, but she didn't give a BJ. I didn't ask for one, I typically don't but happily accept. DG was very tight. I went a bit easy on the sex as I didn't have lube and wanted to be careful to make sure the condom didn't break. After the long flight, a session, hanging out late at Grace, and another session, I was pretty beat. DG and I bid farewell, DG left, and I passed out very quickly on the bed.

To be continued...

P.S. I was kidding about pissing on the floor, the shower curtain was too small so a bunch of water escaped on the site, partially soaking my jeans and making a general mess.

How long was the journey LAX to Bangkok???
How much did you pay for short time and all nighter?
Excellent writing, fun reading...

Wow, what a coincidence! I made the same mistake with that same song.... and the funny part is I was in Thailand 2 years ago when I first heard it! I could have sworn they were singing "we're going to eat pizza!" and I laughed my ass off. It wasn't until I got back to the US that I heard it again. Vengaboys are a Dutch band... their accents are just goofy enough to trick the American ear.

Good report!

LAX to Narita 12 hours
2 hour stopover
Narita to Bangkok 5 hours but a good wind can cut this to 4 1/2.

Flight from LAX to Incheon, Korea was 12 hrs, 45 minutes. We spent a few hours at that airport before a 5hr, 30 minute flight to Bangkok, maybe a little less.

Short time I paid 1000-1500 baht ($23-$34 US)
Long time I paid 1400-2000 baht ($32-$45 US)

One short time exception at 3500 baht ($79 US)
But that's a story for another day.

Upon reviewing my notes, I realized I made a small error. DG's girl name was PEN, and she gave an excellent BBBJ.

However, she had garlic breath which brought down the enjoyability of the kissing and left a bad aftertaste in my mouth.

There is some funky food over there, including street vendors that sell bugs (worms, red ants, scorpions, beetles, and other stuff I couldn't identify)

BRING GUM OR MOUTHWASH JUST IN CASE!

I've seen that stuff ... locust, beetles, etc. I want to know if anybody has ever eatten any? (drunk or sober)

I'm told the grasshoppers are pretty good, as long as you get the small ones. The large ones are on the squishy side. This comes from a friend who is nervous about eating from street vendors in TJ, for crying out loud.

To blatantly rip off a line from the greatest movie ever made (right after Vincent had recanted his tales of Amsterdam): That's IT. I'M fucking GOING!

Porker! LOL!

That was EXACTLY what I thought to myself when I first started reading reports of Thailand!

Go man. You'll never see TJ in the same light again.

Just saw pictures of Na. Although some of the pictures of the girls were not flattering, this chick is incredible. I think this was the girl you hit it off with...lucky bastard. 10 more days and I'm off to LOS.

Na was a special girl. She was the only girl I repeated with on the trip and I actually repeated with her twice. She was great. Her ability for tremendous GFE, her gentle way, her soft touch, ahhhhh. She was the best!