OK Ok, I can’t stand the guilt anymore. I hate writing, but I’ve gotten so much from the stories here, it’s time to contribute mine. Here’s my story then, such as it is.

I’ve wanted to go to Thailand for a few years ever since my friend Mark came back after living there for a year. The lucky bastard knew a lot about cell phone networks, and helped Thailand set up their cellular system a few years ago. He was paid high American wages in Thailand. He was in heaven and became very hedonistic. I was, of course, envious and was anxious to experience it for myself. He’s been back in the States for a few years now. Finally, in November 2004 (hard to believe it was just 2 months ago) I managed to convince him to go with me. I bought some CD Thai language tapes, and started reading everything I could on the internet. By the time we left, I knew more about Thailand than Mark.

18 hours in a 747 and we are in Bangkok. No problems. I’ve done the research. Except I’m tired, so I figure what’s 600 Baht to Dynasty Inn (next to Nana) especially since it includes the tolls! Well, once underway I found out the driver wasn’t informed of this little tidbit. My Thai language starts to come in handy. I get to tell the taxi driver that the lady tout at Bangkok is a kamoi (thief) and that kao gohok (she lied). We decide to split the difference after a small argument.
We are taking our suitcases out of the taxi in front of Dynasty Inn, when I hear these lovely female voices from across the street calling out “hewo wecome” and I know I have arrived in paradise. We haven’t even entered our hotel yet. 10 minutes later I’ve checked in, dropped of my luggage, and I’m back on the street looking for the welcomers, but can’t find them. No problem. I intuitively know there are probably others willing to welcome me.
It’s now 1:30 in the morning, but there are tons of girls in the Nana parking lot. I caught the eye of a little Thai beauty we shall call Noi. After some minor negotiations, she joined me in my room at the Dynasty. This was my first time paying for sex and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I’ve heard it said that we don’t pay them for the sex; we pay them to leave afterwards. Back at home I always felt I was entering into a long time contract every time I slept with new women.
Being an avid photographer, I set out to get as many photos of her as I could, and she enjoyed it as much as me. I brought along a portable printer, and we spent hours printing up different pictures of her, much to her delight. I also brought a tripod so we got some pictures together as well.
My buddy Mark did even better. He ended up with two girls in his room next door, and didn’t leave the room for a day and a half. That wasn’t what I had in mind. I needed to get some cultural photos of Thailand, so I took a taxi to the Royal Palace and in 20 minutes managed to shoot 50 pictures. They were a big hit with Mom and other female friends back home. What can I say? I’m a male dog.
The next day we flew to Phuket, and Mark decides to bring both girls with us. Fine with me, but I couldn’t imagine myself doing the same thing. I wanted to be free to butterfly.
I didn’t see much of Mark in Phuket because I was out every night on Bangla Rd. and wasn’t getting to sleep until 5 of 6 in the morning sometimes (thank goodness for vitamin V). My camera never left my shoulder the whole time I was in Thailand. I have a fancy digital SLR and it seemed to be a big hit in the bars especially when I would bring prints from the previous night’s party. After an exhausting, but thrilling week in Phuket, we flew back to California. In spite of my best intentions, I never did get to see much of Phuket, so I was forced to plan another trip there. I’ll get to that in a bit later.

Mark was falling for one of the girls, and kept in contact with her back in the States.
A few weeks after we got back he informed me he was going to marry the girl and move to Thailand. I couldn’t stop laughing having read all the stories on Stick. I tried to talk some sense into him, but he wasn’t hearing any of it. Fortunately, he ended up falling in love with his Mexican maid and called off the wedding, but not before he had sent her a large some of money for a down payment on a house. He let her keep the money because he felt so guilty for backing out of the marriage.

On the flight back home, like so many others, I was planning my next trip. I talked my brother into going at the end of February, but while I was eagerly anticipating that trip, I realized a couple of days before Christmas that I had a week to kill. You guessed it. I found a flight on Thai airways and three days later I was at the Marriot on soi 2. More money than I wanted to spend, but Dynasty was booked and I ended up really liking it there. I’ll save my exploits there for another post, but like I expected I hated going back home when the week was over. It’s ironic that I have traveled a lot, and have always been ready to go back home at the end of the vacation until I discovered Thailand.

I had intended to go to Phuket on Saturday Dec 25th, but I was enjoying this one girl so much, I changed my flight to Sunday Dec 26th. I said goodbye to my temporary girlfriend and took a taxi to Bangkok airport. I got my ticket and was waiting to board when they announced the flight to Phuket was cancelled due to flooding. It didn’t sound right to me, but I had no choice but to hope I could get a flight in the morning. I was able to get my room back at the Marriot, and news of the disaster was just filtering in to the hotel. I wish I had been in Phuket for the tsunami. I’m sure I would have been OK, and maybe I could have been some help.
Anyway, I’m back in California counting the days until I head back to my new found paradise. I can’t wait to see the look in my brother’s eye when I take him into Nana Plaza for the first time.
Another addict is born.

I emailed a bunch of pictures to photos@clubhombre.com to add to this post, so hopefully they will show up soon. Most of the pics of the girls spent the night with me, but a few of the group shots were just snapshots taken in the bars.

Welcum to the club AV

"Another addict is born"

If CH and the hobby is an addiction
does anyone want the antidote?

No thanks. I enjoy languishing in my addiction....and am self proclaimed "incurable"

"By the time we left, I knew more about Thailand than Mark."

comment: there's only so much you can learn from the web and books. His real-life experiences in country, may or may not be more valuable.


"I’ve done the research. Except I’m tired, so I figure what’s 600 Baht to Dynasty Inn (next to Nana) especially since it includes the tolls!"

comment: you didn't research enough then! For taxis to nana and downtown, you take a matered taxi and no tout is involved. I cannot recall offhand, but I pay around 250 baht (with no arguments or hastles).


"The next day we flew to Phuket, and Mark decides to bring both girls with us. Fine with me, but I couldn’t imagine myself doing the same thing. I wanted to be free to butterfly."


comment: well at least the wannabe monger didn't crimp your style


"I have a fancy digital SLR"

comment: canon or nikon?


"A few weeks after we got back he informed me he was going to marry the girl and move to Thailand. I couldn’t stop laughing having read all the stories on Stick. I tried to talk some sense into him, but he wasn’t hearing any of it. Fortunately, he ended up falling in love with his Mexican maid and called off the wedding, but not before he had sent her a large some of money for a down payment on a house"


comment-- sounds like a real chump, I mean champ. His thai whore is more deserving of his cash anyhow... And "he let her keep the money" heheheh, once money is in their hands, the deal is sealed as far as the money goes.


"I wish I had been in Phuket for the tsunami. I’m sure I would have been OK, and maybe I could have been some help."


comment: ohh brillant idea there... Thank god the airline negated your misplaced idealism.


Sounds like you enjoyed yourself, just remember what it is that draws you there and keep a dose of reality about you even though your in fantasy land. That way, the good times keep rolling.

-DM

Av8tr's Submissions:

Photos: Sanuk 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18

The rest of the pics are girls.
One of the girl pics is a ladyboy. Your mission is to guess which.

You are an excellent photographer....same clarity and use of lighting you see in Epi and Bahtman's photos. What kind of equipment are you using. The older gal with the fake tits looks nice, of course I pretty much am game for any Thai girl with fake cans as it is so rare. Where did you find her?

13 looks awful and not feminine compared to other ones, this would be my guess.

I agree, it's #13.

Yes the ladyboy is #13. The guy talking to her is my buddy, and I don't think he realized he was a she.
Blazers..thanks for the compliment. I use a Nikon D70 with a bounce flash. It really helps the lighting look natural.
I leave Friday for Bkk and first time to Pattaya, so I hope to have a new slew of pics when I get back.
I'm going to Rio in July for the first time, so if anybody has advice, I'm all ears.

AV

I'm gonna be back in Pattaya starting May 13th. Send me a PM with your cell number and we'll hook up.

E

Sorry to say, nana plaza seemed a dump compared to Patpong. look at the girls and judge I guess. Patpong's been given a bad rap but the gogo girls there at tops. Nana seemed a bit of a ghetto experience and pricey. Gotta watch out for the freelancers after 2am....many many ladyboys and katoyes.

U kidding me? I hate wastin' the tuktuk fare even to check out patpong for the last couple years. Nana a ghetto experience? Ghetto as in an ethnic neighborhood or ghetto as in slang usage? I find the clubs in nana quite nice and find more hotties/p sq " than anywhere in the world.

I agree, and why even bring Nana into the thread? Most of the pics, and girls, were taken from Soi Cowboy, and Phuket.

Also, love some of those freelancers at Nana parking lot.

man...you guys are soft. patpong had the cheaper beer/bar fine with better girls. I guess you gotta see for yourself. Ghetto is ghetto. nothing but pricey beer with lao girls...nuttin wrong but they are lower 'class'.