Arrive in BKK at 10 pm, almost on time. Got 20,000 baht from the ATM with my CITI ATM card, later verified that there was no fee! Limo from the Oriental (http://www.mandarinoriental.com/hotel/510000001.asp) picks me up. I am still buzzed from the free sake on the plane and pass out in the hotel.
Day 2:
Wake up at 6, well rested, walk out to the river, take a boat (http://thailandforvisitors.com/central/bangkok/bkk-boat.html) for 10 baht and have a great time just cruising up and down the river, taken 100s of pictures. The first impression of BKK is blowing me away.
At 9 start meetings, which last all day. At night (Wednesday) we hang out with business associates at the Jazz Bar downstairs (Bamboo). Supposed to be the best Jazz in town, but lame even when compared to San Diego standards. Why did I travel 26 hours to listen to that? However, I reminded myself how paid for this business trip of my dreams…
Day 3:
Another day filled with meetings, interrupted by brief visit to Spa across the river. My first night alone, I take the train (http://www.bts.co.th/en/index.asp) to Soi Cowboy (http://www.bangkokbargirls.info/SoiCowboy/soicowboy.htm). My first impression is the level of hustle and the girls pulling on my shirt. Next time I will wear a cheap T-shirt instead of the nice CK one. I had read many reviews and walked straight into Dollhouse (www.dollhouse-agogo.com) and saw the ping pong ball basket (www.mangosauce.com/archives/000041.html), but the balls never in action. Beer was 30 baht before 8:30 and the Singha not as bad as I expected. After happy hour, I began to fade (jet lag) and walked over to Baccara (www.baccarabar.com). This place would be come my home in Sukhumvit. I just love the layout, the girls in school girl uniform and easily killed 2 more hours before heading back to catch the last train (midnight).
Day 4:
Friday, no meetings all morning, but dinner appointment. The oriental has a breakfast buffet on the river terrace, but after 9am it was already too hot for me to sit anywhere without shade and/or AC. I eat, and head out at 8:30 to do the tourist thing: River Boat Tour, Grand Palace, National Museum…
At 2 pm, I am completely exhausted and dehydrated, take a bus to the Hua Lampong subway (http://www.urbanrail.net/as/bang/bangkok.htm) station and make my way to CH 2, my first MP. After arriving I realize that I am just too exhausted, take a few pictures and head back to take a long nap before evening arrives. My first impression of the early afternoon MPs was a disappointment. The fish bowl was larger, but I had expected more girls. Over the next week I realized that was a typical scene at all times.
CH2 map
Fish bowl
At night we had dinner at the China House right next to our hotel and at 11 pm my boss and a few colleagues suggested to explore the BKK nightlife. I suggested CM2 (www.cm2bkk.com), not willing to disclose my real interest in NEP and knowing it was too late for a Soapy. We took a cab to CM2 and paid a 550 baht each cover to enter. The place was packed with hotties. It took me a while to realize that most of them were freelancers. I danced with one stunner and when we left for the hotel after the place was closed at 2, I knew I would be back for more.
Day 5:
All morning in the hotel, pool, gym etc. Afternoon meeting and tour to Grand Palace (my second visit after checking it out on my own the day before). After an early dinner, I leave for my first serious Soapy adventure. The train to Sala Daeng, switch to MRTA, exit at Huai Khwang, walk 10 minutes north and finally see the tallest MP on this trip. Poseidon (www.poseidon2000.com) is impressive on the outside and inside. The nicest MP I saw and the fish bowl with decent selection. However, I wanted to see the upstairs super-stars and from the obvious anti-farang attitude there I got pissed off and left (see separate report on MPs). After walking all the way to the Thailand Cultural Centre (www.bangkokmetro.co.th), browsing the selection at Caesars (www.caesarsentertainment.com) briefly and risking my life crossing Ratchadaphisek Road I took the train to Phetchaburi and began walking east thinking that Colonze 1 (www.midnightthailand.com/Colonze/)was within walking distance. This was a big mistake, the walk is unsafe and unpleasant. I finally got onto a bus and saw myself racing past La De’fense (www.midnightthailand.com/ladefense/). At this point I was completely lost, got of the bus, walked into La De’fense and just picked the skinniest cutie. Her name was Nat (No.88) and after 2 hours of pleasure my soapy cherry had finally been popped (see MP report for details).
Poseidon
I ended the day staring at the panty less school girls at Baccara and headed home on the last BTS at midnight.
Day 6:
Sunday, after relaxation and lunch meeting take a cab to Colonze 1 and realize that no cabs like to drive there. My cabby tried to drop me of at Plaza and only by refusing to get out of the cab I forced the guy to drive to Colonze. The driver even stopped one at a gas station to ask for directions!
Colonze is not as impressive as Poseidon, the selection was mediocre, but after browsing through CH2, Poseidon, Cesars and shopping at La De’fense I realized that the selection is not a good as I was hoping for, but that a soapy girls just has to do her job and no social function is required of her…
I took Pong (No. 201) who gave me the best massage of this trip and that includes the massage at the spa.
After the 2 hours with Pong, I headed to the hotel, room service the after sex/massage dinner and worked a little on e-mail.
At 9 I headed to the BTS and finally hit NEP for the first time. I was amazed and humbled by the sheer amount of filth one can pack into just one strip mall…
Photo: Pong 01
The hustle in some of the bars was too high for me (see separate report) and I walked back to Soi Cowboy, had a few Singha’s at Baccara (once I find a good thing I never can get enough of it) and went for a quick BJ at Lólita's before heading home.
Day 7:
A full day of meetings, at night I went to CM2 again. The night before I realized that the Go-Go scene was not as such for me as I had hoped. I prefer the regular dance club and personal interaction before committing to a whole night and maybe more. I walked into a vastly emptier club at 10pm, than the Friday before, but it was ladies night and the place began to fill quickly. I recognized a few girls and being alone began flirting with two Thai girls on the dance floor. The music was less annoying than at the Go-Go bars. Some of the girls worked in teams and often the cuter one spoke little or no English, while the other acted like a mamasan.
After a while I found a solo girl standing at the bar. She had been talking to a younger farang and I was not sure if they were a couple. After a few minutes of careful observation I moved in. Her name was Kung and claimed to be a student at Bangkok University (www.bu.ac.th/english/) in Economics. We had a good time and although I was nervous about many things, I was mostly thinking how to negotiate with Kung, who claims to be a student, and how to get her into my room, without creating a scene and lastly how to avoid her meeting my boss and colleagues. I briefly thought about asking her to go to a Motel or something like that, but the only way I would be safe from her pimp, or whatever scam she might try to play on me, was going back to the hotel and at worst risk, her being turned away at the desk.
I told her about my hotel, and she was very impressed. I asked her if she had been there, thinking that she may indeed have experience with the security there. However, either she played the innocence game too far or truly had fewer whoring done than I thought. As per Kung she had been to social functions at the hotel only.
Anyhow, I knew that 2 am was approaching quickly and sooner or later I would be too drunk to enjoy anything after that anyway.
So I made my move and asked her, if she wanted to go for a midnight swim at my hotel. Having spoken about swimming and surfing before made this nonsensical question not completely insane.
Kong was immediately game and of we went. I did not ask about anything, did not negotiate price, terms time… All I knew was her real name and age, because during our conversation she showed me her ID, documenting that she indeed was 28. I had laughed it off and repeatedly asked her if she was legal (a joke off course), but I found that a discussion in any way related to a topic where the girl makes you look at her ID helps. At least I know her name, her age and that she is not completely insane and escaped some institution, or at least it is less likely.
Arriving at the hotel, I was very nervous. Already by the second day, the porter, the bell boy and lift boy all knew me by name. The night lift boy, greeted me, smiled, nodded towards me (I believe he always did that), pressed my floor, but did not step inside. Finally inside the lift I began to believe that I actually could pull this off. I was just praying that none of my co-workers would still be awake (unlikely). They love to gossip and this would make rounds quickly. My GF does not know anyone from work well, but you never know where a story like this would end up.
In the room, I checked out that the pool closed at 10pm and excused such “poor” service with a smile. We started kissing, took a bath together and enjoyed Kong’s soapy skills. I did not ask about previous employment, but it is not completely unthinkable that her time in BKK started as MP girl.
I came twice before passing out and actually performed daty on her. This was my first daty on an unshaven girl. That reminder me of the old days when you find that in US colleges.
Kong was about 5’2” and 95 lbs (she stepped onto the scale the next morning while I was shaving), perfect skin. I took a few pictures, but since I am still not 100% what her status as freelancer is, will not post them.
Day 8:
I woke up with Kong still sleeping next to me. At first I thought I just had dreamt her, but she felt real. In the next second I got this feeling of guilt, pride and happiness all at the same time.
My GF could call my room at any time; a colleague could invite me for breakfast etc. Nothing like this happened, Kong and I ordered breakfast and at 11am I told her that I would have a meeting and asked her for her phone number, told her I am in love and all that stuff.
At this point I was more afraid of the Thai girl clinginess I had read about so much, but she said she had to be in school at 2pm anyway and started talking about more and more details of her studies. I began to think that she may truly be a student!
I placed 1,000 baht next to her purse. I know some of you expatriates will hate me for spoiling the prices, but I had to give her enough to not feel guilty for never calling her again.
After placing the money next to her purse, I went to the bathroom, when I came back the money was gone, she didn’t say anything, but gave me her cell number and we kissed good-bye and I handed her 200 baht for the cab. I made sure I was not ready to bring her downstairs and avoided any daytime exposure.
I made it in time to a 3pm meeting and was smiling inside all the time: $100 a hottie like Kong puts Perlita to shame and the overall pleasant experience made me wonder how long I would last without calling her cell.
After work I rested, took the train to Sala Daeng and checked out the early evening action at Patpong. I have never experienced so much hustle and at one point almost lost my cool and tried to hit one of the guys following me around. I don’t know if I had the word sucker written on my back somewhere, but I lasted only half and hour, strolling around, than found the night marked, bought some fake watches (great quality in fakeness) and got on the subway, heading towards Soi Cowboy. Only a quite staring at school girl pussy could alleviate the stress from Patpong.
Day 9:
Wednesday, I am a week in Bangkok and fulfilled all my work-related activities. The last few days I had nothing to disrupt my mongering activities. I told me boss, I wanted to stay a little longer to vacation and see the ancient ruins of Ayuthaya and so on. No one was interested in details and I didn’t ask anyone to join me.
I start the day with a second round to Chao Phaya 2, but again found the selection to be quite poor and this time the papasan obviously disinterested in hooking up a farang with his precious meet. Frustrated, I walked back to the BTS and cruised through CH1 just to be in the shade for a little. To my surprise they had quite a few cuties sitting there and the papasan was very accommodating. After one girl I liked was picked by the guy in front of me, the papasan went into the women’s locker room and pulled out a girl who had just arrived.
Initially I had told him I would wait until the girl is done with her client, but told me that it is always best to take a fresh girl, since the service is exhausting and having a girl who just finished a client would not be wise. This is the kind of advice I appreciate.
During my first visits to the MPs I was a little shy and felt weird, but the more often I went, the more comfortable I became, by now I had no shame in acting like at the butcher store. And like the butcher who wants you to be happy with your steak after you cook it, the good papasan wants you and your girl to be a good match. I would not be surprised, if they knew which girl hates farang and which one may dig white meat.
The girl he grabbed from the locker room looked just like the one who was taken. Her name was Tan and I would have been 100% happy, if it wasn’t for the construction noise right next to our room. My girl finally had to go and talk to the construction workers, but for a good 20 minutes it felt like someone was driving a drill through my head. (see detailed report under my MP report).
Photo: Tan 02
After Tan I had dinner in Sukhumvit at Condoms and Cabbage (cleanfun.cz/personal/travel/cabbage.htm), one of the best bargain restaurants I saw in BKK. This is a place I can highly recommend and actually visited a second time before leaving BKK.
I strolled through Sukvumvit, checking out the night market and bought four Cialis at KS Pharmacy next to Robinson’s on Sukhumvit Road for 600 baht. I passed on the fried locusts on Soi 8 and the scanks hustling on the street. After a while I met Won at bar girl at Pharaoh’s. Pharaoh’s is the first bar when you walk into NEP. I sat in the bar, watching the coming and goings in this amazing place, watch the k-girl and their customers, watch the bar girls praying for an early BF at the little shrine next to the escalator.
Tasty
Girls
The next hour I spent talking to Won and enjoyed her company. Her English was excellent, but her attitude was a touch to pushy and I gave her a pass.
Encouraged by the ease I got Kong into my hotel, I wanted to BF a girl tonight, but the beer hustle in all the bars just made me drunken way too fast.
NEP has more than 20 bars and the beer hustle and my inability to resist gets me into a stage unable to BF. Within 2 hours at NEP and after flirting with some girls at Mandarin and Rainbow 3 I ended up standing outside without a date when NEP closed at 1. BTW, the site of exiting k-girls, whores and customers has one of the more impressing impressions of BKK. I still cannot believe how many people fit into this tiny block.
Day 10:
Second to last day. I wake up with a hangover and like on other days with severe depression. I fight the depression off with an extensive breakfast buffet on the river terrace and in the early afternoon head to Poseido (www.poseidon2000.com) and this time pick a girl from Chiang Mai. Her name Am, her service average, would not repeat and was my overall worst experience from a soapy, which was too bad, since the facilities at Poseidon are outstanding.
Photo: Am 03
After the massage, which was below average, but still relaxing and satisfying enough to overcome my depression, I went for another dinner alone and for the last time sat down at Baccara. At this point I realized that this was my last chance to BF a girl, but again could not get good vibes from the girls I flirted with.
At 10 I make my way to CM2 for a third tour and again feel much more at home than at the GoGos. Luckily, I can’t see Kong, although I probably would have gone for the sure thing if she had been there.
I danced with a very hot girl, named Plo and bought her 2 drinks, but after 30 minutes she suddenly decided to leave. Language barrier and music prevented me from understanding much of what she was saying. After briefly seeing my last night in BKK end in frustration, I spotted a group of girls standing close to the dance floor. One girl was looking at me and smiling. I bit and after some dancing and flirting, she suggested moving to Q-Bar. I had read about that place and knew it was close to NEP.
The girls name was Nan and it took us only 15 minutes to reach Q-bar at this time of the night. The cover was similar to CM2, but the place much smaller and essentially nothing special. I guess this where I would hang out if I’d lived in BKK and felt homesick.
Nan knew some of the staff and was obviously a regular. She actually was the only one I ever saw drink the amazingly cheap Tequila in Thailand. I stuck to Singha and had one of the better conversations with a girl a Thailand. The best was still Won at Pharaohs in NEP.
While I never really connected with Kong, the first girl from CM2, Nan was more personable and after some time I started believing that she was just out to party and enjoyed drinking. This girl could not weight more than 90 lbs and downed more alcohol than this slightly overweight gringo.
When Q-Bar (www.qbarbangkok.com) closed I did not say a thing, just called a cab, which took us more than 20 minutes, since 100s of people all wanted to leave at the same time. We took the cab to the Oriental, entered the lobby and still had not even kissed nor held hands. I asked for my key, she did not seem impressed by the lobby, which is very impressive, and must have been at the hotel before.
Once in the room, I opened the mini-bar and we continued to party. The room had an amazing BOSE sound system also playing in the bathroom and I took my first bath, listening to really horrible Thai pop music (80ies pop with Thai lyrics!) with Nan. Despite being so drunk I managed to cum within reasonable time and she either gave me a good performance or actually came when I gave her oral.
Day 11:
My last day in BKK and waking up next to Nan I don’t awake quiet as depressed. She seems to have a major hangover and I don’t get wakeup sex. I give her some Alka Seltzer and take some, too.
We shower separate and don’t talk much. After breakfast she opens up a little, asks me when my flight would leave and if she should bring me to the airport. I thought of the many reports on mongers and GFs parting ways at the airport and I didn’t feel like having a fake relationship moment with my one-night-stand. So I told her a business associate would drive me and that I appreciated her offer.
The hotel had granted me a late check-out at 2 and at 12, I said goodbye to my second BKK girlfriend. I stuck to my M.O. from the day before and left 4000 baht next to her purse while I was shaving in the bathroom. When I returned, the money was gone, no word was spoken about and I kissed her goodbye at the door.
Nan did not ask for taxi cab fare and I was so happy that my second freelancer also was no serial killer, nor k-girl and that the hotel had not interrupted my romance that I forgot to ask how she would get home.
The rest of the story is pretty lame: Check-out, fight leaving in the late afternoon, great experience in business class at ANA and returns to reality in San Diego.
Of note, I was very lucky to return to at least a sunny and warm place and really felt for the poor mongers who leave BKK for a cold and dark home.
I will post more details soon.