It's going to take a little while to get this report up, boys, so be patient. I'll try not to go into quite as much detail as I normally do, so feel free to ask questions about anything.

I touched down in Bangkok just about midnight, December 12-13, 2003. It took a while to get through customs as there were so many other flights arriving at the same time. I collected my bags and hung around outside by the taxi stand in hopes of finding someone with whom I could share a ride. I refuse to pay the extortion rates some of the cabbies charge, so I look for a guy who might be a sanuker and determine if he’s heading for my part of town. As luck would have it, I meet a fellow who’s staying near Soi Nana. This guy is a Canadian who’s teaching in Korea. He’s never been to Bangkok before and he’s a bit concerned about the sex trade. Damn! An anti-sanuker. I try to enlighten him by claiming it’s no big thing and that one should not judge another’s culture by his own standards.

I never bother with reservations, so when we arrive on Sukumvit, I haul my butt over to Majestic Suites. They’re full, so I saunter over to Nana, past the crowds outside the plaza, and take a room in Dynasty.

I don’t know why Dynasty is so loved by Sanukers. I find it a bit over-priced and awfully dark in the rooms. However, the location can’t be beat.

It’s nearly 2AM, so I make a mad dash through Nana Entertainment Plaza and try to take it all in. It’s been a year and a half since I last laid eyes on the place. It’s changed, but not much.

The bars close and I take to the streets. I figure that some bars might be open on Soi Cowboy, but I’m out of luck. A couple of guys stop me and ask me if I know of any bars open. I shrug. While I’m positive bars are open somewhere, finding them would be very difficult. I suggest they ask a few taxi drivers.

I make my way back along Sukumvit, determined to find a young lady who will look after my needs. It’s high season and the best looking babes are all hanging on the arms of other Farangs. I spot the Canadian. He’s sitting alone (naturally) at one of the sidewalk cafés. I chat with him a bit and move on.

It’s now after 3AM. The streets are still busy, but not nearly as much as an hour ago. Down near Starbucks, I make eye contact with a little cutie going the other way. We both stop and turn, big knowing smiles on both our faces.

Faa is 20 years old, a petite thing, all of four foot, ten inches. She works in a shop in MBK plaza. She comes out once in a while for fun and to make a few extra baht. She has a nice smile and a friendly demeanor. She takes my hand and we go back to my hotel. My first Thai in 18 months is a good choice. She’s not a real performer, but she’s fun and satisfies me.

Photos: Shop Clerk Faa 01 02

With dawn approaching, she announces that she has to go home and get ready for work. I’m disappointed because I wanted to sleep in with her. I understand her situation, so I put a 1000THB note in her pocket and send her on her way, threatening to visit her at MBK later. She laughs and heads down the hall. I go to sleep.

In the morning, I use some of my Marriott points and book a room for a few nights. I love the Marriott. Those beds are so comfortable; I never want to get out of them. I drop in to MBK and appreciate why Faa laughed when I told her I might see her. That place has so many shops it’s darn near impossible to find someone.

It’s here I make the smartest purchase of my trip: an ugly yellow cell phone. A few years back, this thing was state of the art. Today, it’s a clunker. However, it was well designed and, for 1500THB, cheap. The helpful sales girl gave me a spare battery, a headset and loaded the SIM card for me.

Later that afternoon, I meet up with an ex-pat pal. We agree that we need a bath, so we join two other pals for a soapy run. We hit Colonze (821 Rama 9 Road), a place one of the guys tried and rated highly. Furthermore, they pay no taxi commission.

Colonze is quite nice, tastefully decorated and has comfortable lounge furniture. They are in the process of expanding the place, so business must be good. The fishbowl had plenty of lovelies, but few could communicate in English. I select Fus, a 22 year-old sweetheart wearing a red polka-dotted sundress with a translucent white band around her hips. You could see her black underwear through the fabric.

Fus led me up a series of stairs to the room. I was so enthralled with her that I didn’t notice that there was no air mattress in the room. She kept me so distracted that I didn’t mind the fact that I was missing out on a soapy slide. Had we been able to communicate, I would have offered to take her for the night. Back downstairs, I join the boys for a drink. Everyone, it seemed, had a good time.

Photos: Soapy Fus 03 04

Later that night, I did a quick tour of Nana and Cowboy. I knew exactly what I wanted, however, and made my way to a little bar, well off the beaten track.

On my first night in Bangkok, almost two years earlier, El Burro (The Cleanest Man in Bangkok), took me to Tina’s. Here I met two ladies who gave me the best night of my life. I hadn’t heard from either of them in many months, so I was anxious to see if they were still there.

Moments after I entered, there was a bit of commotion as I was quickly recognized by a few of the girls. I sat down at one of the barstools and immediately a clutch of girls began massaging my back and arms. On came over and gave me a big hug and a kiss followed by a cool cloth administered to my face and neck. I learned that Darw had left the bar and was working somewhere else (but no one knew exactly where). On and I caught up on each other’s news.

Although it was only 9PM, I decided it was time to go back to the hotel. On wanted me to take her rather mediocre looking friend, but I suggested a busty young lady, Shom, who had been working very hard to soothe my muscles. I’d given her a couple of trial kisses and found that she suited my tastes. On agreed to my selection so I paid bar while the girls got dressed. (In hindsight, I should have chosen her friend.)

When we entered the Marriott, I was disappointed to discover that On had been to the hotel before. Two years earlier, this girl had never even been to a movie theatre prior to my taking her there. She had become a lot worldlier since then. Shom, on the other hand, had never been anywhere as nice as this, but in typical Thai fashion, refrained from displaying her excitement.

Both girls are body shy, but I insisted on a mutual shower. The three of us crowded into the stall for a good soap up. They put on the robes and then straight to bed. I set up the camera for some group shot action. The girls were OK with this, but didn’t want to show any skin.

I was surprised to learn that Shom was 30 years old. She looked about 25. She was a recent arrival to the bar scene, but had plenty of experience otherwise. The three of us had a terrific frolic, but it wasn’t the same as the first time with On and Dawr. The girls did a great job keeping me happy, although they wouldn’t touch each other much. The highlight of the evening was engaging On in missionary while Shom fondled my balls.

At one point I broke out the Pocket Rocket and tried it on them. They giggled like schoolgirls, claiming it tickled. They weren’t in the least bit interested. I tried out some Vigel next. Both girls enjoyed that, but it was hard to tell if it actually worked on On. You see, this girl is so multi-orgasmic that she loses count. Seriously. She got off seven times that night before she lost track.

Photo: Playful On and Shom 05

The next morning, while the girls slept, I had breakfast and checked e-mail. They headed home at 1PM, insisting I visit them in the bar as soon as I could. I agreed, but explained it might not be for a while. Shom tried to weasel the Vigel from me, but I was determined to do some more field-testing. I stuffed their pocketbooks with 1500THB each and kissed them goodbye.

That afternoon I went to the Weekend Market. I wanted to pick up a few things. I also wanted to rendezvous with a girl I met on the internet. She was from somewhere outside of Bangkok and this spot was as close as we were going to get. Her pictures looked good and my correspondence with her went quite well.

We finally met face to face. I was, as you can imagine, rather disappointed with the real girl. Although quite cute, she was a bit too overweight. Furthermore, between her extreme shyness and her poor spoken English, communication was terrible. I took her to The Brew Pub (excellent spot, that) for a meal. Around 9PM, I sent her home in a taxi and made my way back to Sukumvit.

I went to Soi Cowboy. My last trip I had a fantastic time there. One of the bars, back then, had girls dancing topless upstairs. When I returned to that bar, it was all but dead. I picked out a cutie at Cleopatra and bought her a drink. She didn’t know much English, but when I learned she was from Hatyai, I found we had something in common (few Farangs have made it that far south). I further learned that she was a gymnast. Well, well, well, it looks like the ol’ Wombat might fulfill a fantasy he’s harbored since high school.

Blu was 21, all of five feet tall, well proportioned and quite muscular. The only down side was that she had a bit too much hair. South East Asian girls don’t typically have much hair, but Blu had thick eyebrows and a bit of a mustache (something like the Mexican artist Frida). I decided to take her back to the hotel.

Back in the room, Blu was quite happy to be photographed, but not in the nude (which is a shame because she has an awesome body). She did some rhythmic gymnastic moves for me before we got undressed and showered. We did some more photos before retiring to bed.

Blu was rather inexperienced. She didn’t know how to kiss and wasn’t proactive about our amorous activities. I was pleased to discover that, when I went down on her, her hairiness did not extend into her bikini area. She was typical Thai girl there. Sadly, when I finished munching on her, she didn’t want to return the favor.

Photos: Hatyai Gymnast Blue 06 07

It wasn’t until days later that I remembered that she was a gymnast and I didn’t attempt any of the gymnastic maneuvers I had planned. Well, it was a pleasant evening and she was very affectionate.

That afternoon I had to switch hotels. No, I didn’t get in trouble; it’s just that the Marriott was full! I decided to try the Marriott Resort on the river. I got in the taxi and left the driver to it (since I had no idea where the resort was located). It wasn’t until I started to note the familiar road to the airport that I became concerned. I was quite sure the river was in the other direction. After fruitlessly arguing with the driver (who spoke no English), I told him to take me back to the Marriott. The doormen where very apologetic and paid the cabbie from their slush fund. I was quite miffed over this; the doormen didn’t do their job the first time. Back in the cab with a driver who knew where he was going and I arrived at the resort some time later.

The first thing I noticed about the Marriott Resort is that it’s awfully far from Nana and Cowboy. This could prove to be a problem. I settled into my room and got my bearings. The hotel is quite nice; a big pool and garden area, lots of trees and flowers. Yes, quite nice. I was, quite frankly, all shagged out from the last couple of days, so I turned in early. The next day was a tourist day. I checked out Wat Arun and the Palace.

I could only take so much culture, so I decided to meet up with a fellow Hombre – none other than Epimetheus. Yes, I finally meet up with one of the primo Hombre sanukers. After eating, we head off to Nana so I can see the ol’ boy in action. For those who have not met him, Epi is a real character. When he calls a girl over, within sixty seconds he’s got his hand up her skirt, checking out her goodies. He makes sure the other girls see exactly what he’s doing, too. If they don’t like, they stay away. However, if they’re OK with this, he knows he’s going to get a gal who’s ready for action.

We check out a few bars and end up at a mutual favorite. Two years previously, I spotted a real babe on stage. She had short blond hair and jugs that were more than a handful. I was curious to see if she was still working. She wasn’t.

We talked about the girls he knew while we checked out the talent. I called over a girl that appealed to me, but the wrong girl got the signal. She ran over all excited, and I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wanted the girl standing beside her. As it turned out, this gal, Jar, was a cute twenty year old, short (4’10”), well endowed and giggly … just the way I like ‘em! Her hair came down the middle of her back and she had a bit of an under bite that I found made her particularly cute. Epimetheus ended up grabbing Jar’s Chinese-looking friend, Cop.

Although it was early, we were both happy with our selection and decided to leave. Jar was a bit concerned about the location of my hotel, but I promised I’d get her back to the skytrain the next day. We had to take the Marriott ferry across the river. We joked with the boatmen about the temperature; they thought it was too cold, I told them it was too warm. One guy responded by giving me a beautiful woven reed fan. Jar examined it briefly and told me she could make one easily. You have to admire a gal who’s good with her hands.

I managed to spoil the mood of the evening by asking too many questions about her. I learned that her real mother had given her up as a baby and had only seen her a few times. My natural curiosity and empathy kept leading to more questions. I learned that in her most recent visit, she discovered her mom had lost her eyesight (albeit temporarily, I determined) and Jar was quite upset about this. I mentally kicked myself under the table a few times and attempted to bring the conversation back to more pleasant topics.

I walked Jar around the gardens and took her up to the room. In bed I gave her breasts numerous kisses, licks, squeezes and fondles of appreciation. She told me she thought they were too big. I informed her that they suited her perfectly (which they did). Later, she blew me to the point of exhaustion … I actually had to tell her to stop because it was obvious that she was done in from the effort, but the little darling was eager to please. I buried my head between her legs while she rested up.

The sex that followed was enjoyable for all parties; a real girlfriend experience. The next day, after a repeat performance of the night’s activites, we went for a soak in the Jacuzzi. It was just me and Jar and dozens of lazy, fat Farangs. On the way back to the skytrain, I realized I didn’t have enough cash so we wasted some time looking for a bank. I put 1500THB in her denim skirt and sent her on her way.

Photos: Buxum Jar 08 09

I spent the next couple of hours getting a Visa for Myanmar. It only takes 24 hours, but be sure to bring a photo when you go. Most of my time was spent tracking down an instant photo lab.

It was time to buy some software and movies at Pantip Plaza. From MBK, I got on a moto taxi (the only way to fly in rush hour). The driver demanded 50THB for the short journey, but I was having nothing to do with tourist extortion and gave him a generous 25THB. He complained but I just waved him off with a “Mai pen rai!”

You know, I’m really put off by Pantip. The shopping experience there is awful. It’s really hard to find the software you want. When you buy it, you don’t get a good, legitimate-looking CD, but some old generic brand without so much as a label. As for the DVD’s, well, few vendors have even heard of layer 9. I tell ya, if you want good software and movies, you have to go to Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia).

The next morning I took a boat up the river to explore. For less than a buck, I traveled for miles up the Chao Phraya. I stopped at Godknowswhere and went for a walk. I was the only Farang as far as the eye could see. As a result, I was somewhat of a tourist attraction as the Thais stared and smiled at me. One group of used electronics vendors insisted that I share a beer on ice with them (at nine in the morning!). The market there was typical Thai, no touristy stuff anywhere.

That afternoon I had arranged to meet another young lady I met on-line. She’s a graduate student in a Bangkok University. We met at a skytrain station and I recognized her right away. She’s really good-looking, but quite overweight. I learned how that happened when we went to Starbucks for coffee. She’d spent a couple of years studying in Europe and had acquired quite a taste for Farang food, particularly breads, pasta and sweets. She’d gone from 45 kilos to well over 60. Ever since then, she’s struggled to keep her weight down (she tells me as she munches on a strawberry cream scone and slurps a caramel latte).

It’s a shame, because this girl was definitely wife material. Well educated, well dressed, well-mannered, articulate, young, good looking (damn, she was pert’ near beautiful). Struggling with my own weight problem, there’s no way I want to get mixed up with someone else in my condition. It’s just too easy to get lazy. I want a gal who will inspire me.

That evening, I returned to Tina’s. On was more than pleased to see me, but Shom was nowhere to be found. I decided this was an excellent opportunity to find another new girl, but no one in the bar appealed to me. I should point out that Tina’s is really a hit-and-miss kinda place. The girls are generally 5’s with a few 6’s and an occasional 7. Don’t expect to find any real beauties here (although in the past they’ve had some real stunners).

While there was no talent to my liking, I didn’t mind a bit because I knew I’d enjoy spending an evening alone with On. When I told her where I was staying, she admitted she’d never been there. We got on the skytrain and headed for the river.

Our night together was as delightful as I had expected. On is one of those girls with whom you are instantly at ease and she is very accommodating in the sack. Best of all, she has excellent technique. Here expertise in kissing is second only to her expertise in blowjobs. I lie back on the bed and let her do her thing.

I had a masseuse friend who told me how many of her clients fall asleep under her hands. Well, I damn near fell asleep in On’s mouth. She was so gentle and slow that I was put into a state of total relaxation. I roused myself moments before I drifted off. Thinking back, I wish I had fallen asleep. I mean, how many guys do you know have fallen asleep during a blowjob? I mean, sober guys. Anyway, I stopped her and switched positions. I wanted to see how many times I could bring her off. After an hour of fun, we both lost track and soon went to sleep.

Photo: Comforting On 10

The next morning, after some vigorous activity, we relaxed in the Jacuzzi before heading back across the river. From there I proceeded to the airport where I caught a flight to Rangoon, Myanmar (a.k.a. Burma).

What type of camera are you using to capture these pics? It looks like you have some sort of Softening lense. Pics are outstanding!!

These are all shot on a Minolta Dimage 7hi. I had to retouch them a bit because most of the shots were out of focus. That damn camera just doesn't focus well in low-light situations (otherwise, it takes terrific photos). When I used to shoot film, I almost always used a diffuser for my female portraits. The Dimage doesn't handle Cokin filters very well, so I have to shoot 'em straight (and with that horrible strobe).

As usual a report par excellence! I agree that your photos here are great (Fus is freaking gorgeous). Your report and photos have me very pumped up for my first Thai foray this coming weekend.

I hope you are going to provide a report your trip to Myanmar. This is location whose mystery has been calling me lately, and I went to get over there to check things out before the year is over.

(Message edited by mongerx on May 16, 2004)

Wombat

Love how you "massaged" your pics. What did you do to them? They are all "soft".

Still gotta contact you for information on buying light meters and how to use. Decided that next step is worth taking and taking soon...

E

Wombat
Great report as usual. I agree Fus is a hottie indeed. I do not really like the soft look in portraits but your pics were excellent overall. You violated rule number whatever with BGs . NEVER ask them about their prior life unless you are prepared for the saddest story you have ever heard. Virtually all these girls have baggage-- some small carry ons ,others huge steamer trunks !!! Best to keep it in the present unless you are on night number 5 with the same pooying and are running out of conversation. Even then it is a scary subject to bring up !

Pictures 6 and 7 are of a real cutie. I assume they will eventually show up in the photo section. Wonder what kind of score they will get? Really nice.

Blu (pix 6 & 7) actually has one of the best looks. She managed to give me model-like poses where the other girls were just being themselves. It the little thing didn't have so much hair ...

Khun mor, looking at the pix now, I think I was a bit heavy-handed with the diffusion effect. While it is a technique I really like, one must be careful not to overdo it. Blu is a case in point, I wanted to soften up the facial hair.

Epi, I'm glad you like the technique. Without my Cokin diffusion filter, I have to get that soft focus effect in software. I use PainShop Pro (because, let's face it, Photoshop is too damn expensive and too damn difficult to learn). I'm looking forward to seeing your shots, buddy!

Mongerx, you're going THIS weekend? Damn, lucky you. I assume you have plenty of info, yes? As for Burma, well, let's just say I'll have a very short trip report covering my three weeks there.

These pictures look professional.
Questions, maybe stupid...
1) What is Vigel, how do you use it, and where do you buy it?
2) I have been to Bangkok many times and never heard of Tinas. Where is it? Thanks.

Tina's is a DIVE of a psuedo gogo on Soi 18. They call it a gogo because there's two brass poles up on a stage-like area. When occupied (about 50% of the time) only one girl will dance at a time.

The girls do not receive a salary and so are RAVENOUS for drinks!! Can get annoying quick!!

E

Vigel is a clitoral stimulant, Travelsrr. I read about here last year. It's expensive, but you only need a drop or two per clit. I'm not convinced it works, but then, only a girl would know for sure. I bought mine through mail order. I couldn't tell you where, it was some time ago.

Thanks for the compliment on the photos! I try real hard, but too often my hardware lets me down (hence my attempt at refocusing).

Ahh, Tina's. Epi is right on in his description. Keep in mind that the girls are generally 5's. You might luck out and find a cutie (as I did), but you can be sure you'll be well attended while you're there (i.e. hands all over you). I avoid buying too many drinks by tipping the girls when I leave. I don't recommend the place, but I sure had a good time when I was there.

Hey Wombat!

Glad to hear you're doing well, traveling and having fun. Keep up the fun.

Regarding Vigel. I say the whole thing is BS. I've used it with several girls and finally gave up. I don't think it really does much with the girls I've used. YMMV.

Thanks for the report.

Shom was the only girl who noticed anything to do with the Vigel. I used it on more than half the girls. While they nearly always achieved orgasm (or so they told me), it could well have been my superior technique (yeah, right ).

You guys have never accessed the store here ?? Hombre sells Vigel on this site $19.95. IMHO however it is an overpriced item-- not by Hombre but by everyone. (Sorry Hombre - not tryin to prevent your sales- there are other items there at good prices.) The only active ingredient is menthol. Will give a slightly warm sensation to sensitive skin. You could get the same effect by sucking on a menthol based cough drop prior to DATY.

Yeah. I agree with Khun. In fact, I've had girls tell me they felt more from me sucking on an Altoid then the Vigel. After that I threw the Vigel away.... Go figure. Save your money, buy yourself a $1.59 can of Altoids and let the fun begin!

No offense, but for me viewing pix through a soft focus lense is the same as rubbing vaseline on my eyeballs. For me it's not artistic so I don't get the point. Some pretty girls, tho.

None taken! When I view mypix on screen, I'm too often shocked by what I see. You probably already know that most people don't take a good picture. Part of that is to do with lighting. I've tried to compensate by using a bounce hood on my strobe. I don't always have it with me and even when I do it doesn't always do the job.

What I'd really like to have is a portable lighting studio. Damn, I could get some fantastic shots.

Anyway, the point is I remember the girls in a much different way than the photographs. My memory, you could say, is diffused. I've added the soft focus effect to compensate for the awful lighting, bad focus, and skewed memory. In some cases I've been a bit heavy handed (e.g. Blu), but I'm still a novice at digital photo retouching. (It's an awful lot of fun, though!)

H-mmmmmm,Wombat,thanks,great report and pics.Is there a portable lighting studio compact enough to pack? How would video lights work? They are rather compact and easy to recharge.

Hey Wombat88, how are you buddy? I finaly made it here!

Spoke to Ya today, she is working hard doing overtime in the factory, will meet up with her soon as she mentioned she has a room mate to introduce me too!