Being in Pattaya is much more fun than writing about it so this chapter will be brief. I don’t’ know if I was still rattled by the news of the plane crash or in a hurry to maximize my reduced time left in Pattaya, but I got in a hurry leaving the plane and left my camera vest under the seat in front of me and didn’t realize it until I was on the shuttle bus into the airport.
It gets worse. The Air Asia rep radioed out to the crew and they reported back that it wasn’t there. That really seemed suspicious to me since it was all of 10 minutes ago. I left my name email and cell number with another rep and informed her that I would be filing a police report. In my gut I thought they either didn’t look too hard or worse stole my camera, 2 lenses, flash and ipod. I wanted the airline to be sure that I wasn’t going to just chalk it up to a mistake and walk away which is what the first 2 reps seemed to be hinting at.
The tourist police in their office behaved just like BGs while preparing my report without the sexual suggestions, but all the tom foolery and not displaying the decorum most of us would expect during police business. Actually they were like liaisons; there was only one real cop in the office who was more professionally behaved but beyond direct access. Not being new to Thailand I wasn’t too surprised by this and remained calm and just made sure that all the details were recorded properly and they were, and the process was pretty quick. If this were the States or Europe I would have been there for hours, but then again I probably wouldn’t have to bring the cops into it at all.
Well I can say that the upper echelons of Air Asia redeemed their airline. Just after I got off the moto taxi from the bus station, my cell phone rang and I learned that my photo gear was found and waiting for me at lost and found.
With my mood much improved, I checked into my sea view room at Baboona and prepared to head out with my pal, whom I’ll dub Fraiser, for some fun in the go gos.
While at What’s Up, certainly my favorite go go in town, I felt like I had returned home. Why did I ever leave? The utter convenience of being able to reach out and grope a soaped up naked chick or two in the tub for the price of a beer, made me realize that while not as cheap as AC, Pattaya is very innovative and it just keeps getting better. No, 3 nights would not be enough. I would visit a travel agent the next day and extend my stay for 2 more days; the most my schedule would permit ……………the hell with the cost.
Like I said more fun to experience then read or write about, so I’ll just cut to the chase:
I met up with Gurrock1 on soi 6 and took this one back for ST. BTW, good to meet you, sorry we didn’t hang out more, but I expect we’ll cross paths again. Also, I enjoyed our discussion about careers and choices and what side of the fence the grass flourishes on. Seriously I took something away from that.
Photos: Soi 6 34 35
FL from Insomnia, a great place BTW. I could have done better if I wasn’t lazy as the place was packed with meat. I truly think Pattaya’s FL scene can compete head on with the go gos. More variety than any go go and no bar fines, LDs etc.
Photos: Insomnia FL 36 37
A beer bar employee
Photos: Beer Bar Employee 38 39
Nong and Noi from Beach Club. Fraiser and I had a mini orgy with them. Nong was hot and things went about as well as anyone could expect, but in retrospect taking Nong solo would have probably imparted her with a better attitude. Mai pen lai.
Photos: Beach Club Ning & Noi 40 41 42 43
May. She is one of my greatest hits from 2 years ago. I was very fortunate to run into her again although it’s a little depressing to see that she’s fully stuck in the scene now. Some of these girls could really end up rich if they wouldn’t spend all their cash away as soon as they make it, while they still can make it easily. Well, c’est la vie.
Photos: May 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51
I spent my last night at Sabai Lodge and have decided that this is my hotel from now on. I’ve been to several different hotels, and really nothing compares in terms of price and value. Sure Baboona is a nice room, but that thrill fades quickly and there are no other facilities to enjoy really.
As I was walking May out, she wanted to see the pool and I suggested she get her bathing suit and come back to join me. Fraiser called and wanted to hang out on soi 6 but I begged off. I didn’t want to take gambles this close to leaving when May was coming back.
As I sat in the deck chair, waiting, the post trip melancholy started settling in. I saw a lone butterfly flying over the pool. What an appropriate symbol I thought. With this I went upstairs and packed so I wouldn’t have to cut anything short for it later.
May came back within an hour from when she left, and I had so much fun playing with her in the pool. We retreated upstairs and after we awoke she left, but I had a good 45 minutes before my ride showed up. I think I was out of that room within 30 seconds of her leaving as I could feel the melancholy creeping back. No way was I going to let myself get bummed out. In the lobby I checked out and waited for my ride enjoying my favorite Thai dish, fried pork with basil and chilies over steamed rice. Damn, writing this just makes me home sick.
Photo: May 52
Good report as always. I know what you mean about post-Thailand blues. Worst disease known to mongers.