Thursday: Bangkok: The cab ride was smooth, we left at 1:30 and hit some traffic at the end of the trip. The staff welcomed me back as I checked back into the Majestic Grande, and the desk told me I could go the Majestic Suites lobby to pay for my room (Bt400 savings when booked there).

I went to Lólita's for a little stress relief, and the cutest girl there was Ying. I asked her if there was another Ying, thinking she may be the same one I had before, and apparently she was the same one. She did the job well enough, until she removed her mouth at the crucial moment. Damn, I hate to spray in the air, even with a gentle hand helping—I can do that myself in LA.


I bought some chocolate at Landmark, and stopped at Melody’s UK on Soi 4 to talk with Bahtman’s friend Tuey (sp?)—she loved the dark chocolate truffle I gave her. I futzed around a while, working out a little for a change, and went to Rainbow 1 about 9. Mamasan Ann, Dave_the_Rave’s wife, came over after a minute. I bought her a drink, and asked her to recommend a good girl for me—my friend KnockKneedMan had an excellent experience as a result of this procedure.

Epi later told me that was hit-or-miss, the mamasans didn’t really KNOW what the girls performance was like here (or in the PI). That was my experience: Ann brought over Mod, a buxom cutie. She was hardly a match for my taste for spinners, but had a nice bust, spoke some English, and seemed friendly, so after a half hour or so I barfined her.

We went into Rainbow 2 for a drink, she wanted to see what the line-up was like there. I noticed that there were a lot of breasts. Much more so than I had noticed before in my (limited) exposure to various gogos. Number 81 was particularly attractive to me, so I made a mental note putting her on my short list (it had to be real short, I had only one more night in Bangkok).

Then we went to Angelwitch to say hello to Dave; Epi had just paged me that he was there too (with another CH monger). We went looking for something to eat, I told Mod that I wanted something like pad thai but different. She didn’t understand, so we ended up with some pad thai to go, and I finally pointed to somebody else’s dish and got that. But it wasn’t quite what I wanted. Neither was Mod in bed. She was not particularly enthusiastic, although she was already quite wet when I went down on her, and she came pretty quickly. But that didn’t improve her performance, which was acceptable but not what I had gotten used to from Yo.

Photos: Mod 295 296


Friday: We woke up just before the alarm, and Mod again was unenthusiastic about her job; this time her performance was marginal. I put Bt2,500 in her pocket (she had asked for 3,000 in the bar, and I told her 2,500 but left the issue somewhat unresolved) and sent her on her way while I indulged in the hotel’s nice buffet breakfast.

Most of the day was spent at Bumrungrad Hospital, where for $43.11 I had a 40-minute consultation with an orthopedic surgeon, a half-hour consultation with a physical therapy doctor, and a 50-minute physical therapy session on my shoulder (in LA, the out-of-network physical therapy costs about $100 per session AFTER insurance). A little time spent on the internet, then I was interrupted by a call from Yo, who had bought a cellphone with the extra money I had given her.

I hooked up with Epi later to go for a foot massage at Nuch massage, reputed to be the best foot massage around. It was very relaxing indeed. But I got to the gogos a little later than I had wanted, hoping that one of my two choices spotted the night before would be available. First choice was, a lovely/sexy/slutty-looking dancer with tattoos and big silicone tits. I thought she was gorgeous.

Since I had made friends with the mamasan, she took Bua away from the guys buying her drinks and brought her over to me. And this turned out to be my best Bangkok gogo girl yet. She was immediately affectionate, and kept putting my hands on her breasts as she sat on my lap. After a while of this, I was ready to go back to the room. I was so thrilled with her that I didn’t even negotiate when she said 3,000 baht LT. As I would find out later, that was not negotiable without hard feelings.

She was hungry, so we went to a restaurant she liked in the “tunnel” between Soi 5 and 7. She ordered oysters and prawns, the bill came to over 800 baht—so much for my idea of dining a la cart for 30 baht each. But she was worth it. Back in the room, she was wildly passionate, and I finally had found a keeper in Bangkok. I told her I was going to barfine her the next day, and we went to sleep happy.


Saturday: We made love on awakening, then went to Chatuchuk Weekend Market with Epi and his girl. After a little walking around in the oppressive heat, Epi and I went our separate ways. Bua helped me pick out some kind of soup to eat at one of the many food servers. We bought a few small things, and then hopped in a cab to go to Bua’s room on Soi 97.

We got off at Sukhumvit, where she picked up her shoes from the repair shop. She bought some soft-shell crabs, some peppers, and another item I didn’t recognize—looked like furry brown pea pods, and then we walked a LONG way down the Soi to her place. It was a security building, with a card required to get in. We took the elevator to the sixth floor, where she stopped in to visit her friend—a kept woman.

This gal (who was no stunner) had a boyfriend who gave her 40,000 baht a month to not work, and apparently spent about two weeks out of every month with her—worked for the airlines. I think he stayed in the simple, non-air-conditioned room (about 250-300 sq. ft. plus bathroom and balcony).

Bua had the trappings of a successful Thai: a new air-conditioning system, microwave, refrigerator, TV, DVD player, etc. in her one-room apartment. She started to grind up the peppers and furry beans in a mortar, and her friend came over. They chatted as they squatted on the floor to make dinner.

Bua cut up the crabs and mashed them into the mixture. They started to eat it, and offered me some. I took one bite of the raw crab, avoiding the peppers, and thanked her for the experience—a one time experience, thank you. Some Issan food is good, some is strange. They cleaned up using the running water and drain on the balcony, there was no kitchen as such.

We went back to my hotel and made love again, then went into Angelwitch to pay Bua’s barfine. We spent some time there, then went to a couple other gogos before going home and, eventually, to sleep.

Photos: Bua 297 298 299 300 301


Sunday: I woke up early, and went down to the buffet breakfast. I came back to awaken Bua so we could make love one last time. Bua helped me pack, and I took a cab to the airport. I made the mistake of taking one of the cabs on duty outside the Majestic Grande—he didn’t tuen on the meter, and asked for 600 baht. He said he would have to return to his station at the hotel, he couldn’t pick up a fare there. We settled on 400 baht, and he got me to the right place.

Excellent writing, as usual, HM, but as may have noticed, pics didn't post. HINT HINT!

Yeah, some kind of computer glitch here. I e-mailed them to Hombre, so he should be posting them sooner or later. Only Bua is worth looking at, but you'll appreciate both of their endowments.

Photos integrated

Just like you Hunterman....I love to sample their food! But damm, Issan dishes are too SPICY....even when they tell you it isn't spicy!

Bua has an Awesome body!