The trip got off to a rocky start. The check-in line at United in LAX was taking longer than I expected—I haven’t flown cattle class without status in a long time, so I got there a full two hours early. But a long, long line snaked through the ribbons toward the counter. Two Japanese ladies got in line behind me—a mother and daughter, I thought—and I confirmed that they were also on my flight to Tokyo. So we were all in the same boat, and exchanged a few nervous comments. As the minutes ticked down to the 45-minute cutoff for checking baggage, we were still at the second-from last turn. I ducked under the red ribbon just as a woman was finishing her check-in, and put my bag on the scale at that counter slot. I motioned for the Japanese to follow me, and they did.
The check-in kiosk was infuriatingly slow, it wouldn’t scan my passport (or maybe I didn’t do it right in my haste), so I had to enter my name, date of birth, passport number, its expiration date, and my sexual preferences all by hand. It even demanded my middle name. So my bag got checked with one minute to spare.
The Japanese had gotten ahead of me while I was typing, and it turned out that Jenny was with her aunt and was traveling by herself. She waited for me, and we ran to the gate together. Whoops, there was another line at security, but not so long, and we had a whole 13 more minutes to get to the gate (I hoped this was probably flexible). My water bottle—sealed—was confiscated. Alas, I could not expect Trader Joe quality on the plane.
Well, we got to the gate exactly 31 minutes before the alleged boarding deadline—only to find that the flight was delayed an hour—they said. Wonderful. So Jenny and I went to get a bite, since there was time. She was cute, young-looking (probably early thirties), had a perfect spinner body, and was good company for the full HOUR until I boarded the plane—of course, it was more like an hour and a half late, leaving me wondering just what would be available in Bangkok when I arrived at the airport 90 minutes past the 11:45 PM scheduled ETA, plus the time to get to the hotel, shower, and shave. Would there still be girls in the Nana parking lot?
Jenny’s sexy presence was focusing my mind on the spinners that awaited me, beautiful Asian spinners. I almost wanted to jump her right there in the airport. But then I’d never get to Bangkok. I thought she was an American Japanese, since her English was perfect—almost Valley Girl—but she was born and raised in Tokyo. Private school where English was spoken along with Japanese had given her full bilinguality. We talked for a while over Puck pizza, then went our separate ways onto the plane.
The flight was uneventful, as was the layover in Tokyo (Narita). We had to go through security again—I guess they were worried that we might fashion weapons out of metal airplane parts we pried loose with our plastic knives. Since I was seated a half dozen rows from the rear in a full 747, there were a lot of people ahead of me, including some from another flight that arrived at the same time. (On the good side, I didn’t have too far to go to get to the bathroom on the plane.) Long lines to get off the plane and through security, sore feet. Onto the next flight—after waiting some more.
I got a few hours fitful sleep coming into Tokyo, and slept most of the way to Bangkok. This time, I was the next to the last row in another full 747, but Thai immigration is very efficient, even at 1:30 AM. So I was through pretty quickly, into a new airport.
Passing by the taxi touts, I changed a hundred into baht, and bought a SIM card. I found the taxi line on the lower level for meter taxis. It extended way in through the door into the airport, too long to wait for the last leg of the journey to the promised land. So I thought of trying the old trick of catching a taxi dropping off passengers, and went to the upper level, Departures. The roadway there was empty, no cars in sight. But on the way up, I noticed an exit to the lower roadway with taxis going by, and no line.
Getting back to there, I ended up behind a rail separating passengers from those meeting them, and didn’t see the way to the street. A taxi tout offered to help because I looked confused—they’ll take any opening—and he quoted me 700 baht to Nana. I shook my head, he asked how much I wanted to pay. I had no idea what the fare from the new airport should be, but I said 350. He shook his head, said no less than 500. I walked on, caught a metered taxi at a station that charged an extra 50 baht, and the meter was 215 when we got to the Nana Hotel (plus the 50, plus 80 in tolls according to the driver). 500 my eye, my 350 guess was right on.
I checked into the hotel, SSS, and got my butt downstairs. It was after 2:30 AM already. There were a couple of broken-down hags in the lobby by the elevators, the one with a well-chosen low cut dress was smiling at me. Ugh. I walked on to the parking lot, and it was almost empty—the action, such as it was, was down by the street.
But it was one katoey after the other, aggressively asking if I wanted company. I tried to avoid looking at their faces—even almost making eye contact guaranteed a solicitation. Unfortunately, I am kind of hard-wired to check out the face after I see that the body is worth buying, so it wasn’t easy even when I heard their low voices before I got a good look at anything. And some of them were really cute, very feminine in both looks and voice. I did banter a bit with a couple of the more realistic ones who generously offered to keep me company, but when I said something along the lines of “I want real lady, you are boy” they turned away.
Just as I was about to cross the street, a very cute girl (looked real) came up to me and grabbed my hand and asked “Where you go?” I told her I was looking for a friend, I wanted to see if the gogos were open in the plaza (although it looked dark in there). I noticed that she had a multicolored tattoo on each of her thighs, peeking out from under her hemline of her short skirt—that intrigued me. I know some Hombres are turned off by such body art, but it turns me on. We chatted a minute more, and I found out that Pou was from Chang Mai. Then I shook her off so I could check out the bars in NEP.
I crossed Soi 4 and started into Nana Plaza, through the people streaming out of the courtyard, and saw that there were almost no lights on anywhere. So I took off down to Sukhumvit, crossed and walked to the right. Girls were catching taxis—some cute ones got into taxis as I was taking a second look, thinking about suggesting that they might dally a little—and others were eating along the sidewalk at the stands. Most weren’t trying to make eye contact (except the katoeys), and I really didn’t see a lot that interested me (except of course the ones that got away).
So I started heading back to Nana, and there were even fewer prospects. But when I got to the plaza entrance, about to cross the street, there was Pou again (the cutie from before). Her aggressiveness was a red flag, but I was quite attracted to her physically—and then she said “I go with you long time, fifteen hundred baht.” Hard to turn that one down, so I started an interview. It was pretty half-assed, I asked if she liked to kiss and she gave a noncommittal-seeming nod, I asked her if she liked to smoke, and she nodded and said she would take good care of me—massage and all, as she massaged my hand to give me a taste of what pleasures might await (I never got the massage, now that I think about it).
We went across the street to the hotel. She gave her ID to the guard, and we went up to the room. I later noticed that my check-in card said no guests were allowed to the rooms after 12 PM, you had to entertain in the lobby (!), but the desk took her ID. Apparently a policy they could selectively enforce against undesirables.
She took off her clothes and man! Did she have a nice body. Large breasts, obviously filled with silicone in a job well done, long nipples stretching my way—slim and well proportioned below. She took a shower/bath while I unpacked a little, then we hopped into bed. She put her nipple into my mouth as we stretched out, and I was only too glad to savor it. After a few minutes, she returned the favor, and then started giving me head instead of responding to my gentle pressure trying to get her lips to mine. And that was the only disappointment: no DFK. After she rode me for quite a while, she turned over, and it didn’t take too much longer for me to finish, happy and tired. It had been too long since my last Thai girl!
Pou said she wanted to sleep until noon; although I probably could have gone for some more after a short break, I was tired and ready to sleep. And shortly after daybreak, when her phone woke us up, she was unresponsive to my caresses, so I figured I’d just get my jet-lagged ass up and take care of some things, and wait until she woke up for another session.
I put the chip I had bought at the airport into my cellphone and tried to get it working. The phone—which I thought had I used last trip—said “Card Unreadable;” this shouldn’t have been the case if I had the right phone. Apparently not, this phone wasn’t unlocked. Too much equipment to keep it all straight! Since I had brought along two refurbished phones I bought cheap about a year ago, when I_Am_Sancho posted about a deal on the things, I thought maybe I could unlock them (I had his instructions) so the SIM card would work. Voila! As I started unlocking one, it said “Welcome to DTAC,” meaning it was unlocked already and registering. Alright! I finished the unlock process (only one setting was still locked—I don’t understand it all, but just wanted it to work, which it did).
Last time I was in Bangkok, I had a pair of shoes made at a store at the corner of Soi 1 and Sukhumvit (Ann-Ann), and it was time for them to be resoled (again—I was getting good use out of them). I took my shoes in, and ordered another identical pair to be made. Since Nana Hotel didn’t have in-room internet, just WiFi in the lobby for 50 baht/15 min, I went looking for a cheaper internet café, and found one in the (middle-Eastern name) Mansion, a little ways down Soi Nana—1 baht/minute. Had some things/work to do, and when I got back to the room at 11:30, Pou was in the tub.
The morning session was much better, more drawn out, although still no DFK—but she said OK for the “next time.” She started out by asking for a tip, and seemed to be pouting when I told her no, 1500 was what we agreed. So I said look, if you really make me feel good, I’ll give you a tip. She did, so I gave her 2,000. A very nice session with a very attractive girl. Pou would not let me take pictures of her without clothes, so I got what I could. These don’t do her justice (unlike some of the pictures to come, where the girls really aren’t that attractive).
Photos: Pou 01 02 03 04
Later, I went to the dentist at Bumrungrad. My plan was to go in and make an appointment, but the dentist I had seen last time was available in an hour, so I killed a bunch more time than I had planned. The time flew, just walking around, more internet, bought a few things. Suddenly I realized it was almost too late to go to Tulip (my favorite massage place, where a two-hour session would drain me for the night), and still meet up with Av8tr over at Soi Cowboy, where I planned to find a girl Murasaki had recommended.
So I made an executive decision to start writing this tripreport. As it turned out Av8tr (and his friend) were coming to Nana, so we met up at AngelWitch. Jet lag was catching up to me, too, and I realized it would not be the night to get Murasaki’s hottie at Sheba’s. AngelWitch had a few really cute girls, and Dave (the manager) was telling me about one he thought I would like. But before he could finish, I was smitten by one with a broad smile, and before I knew it, she was by my side. Koi was affectionate and just my spinner type, so I decided to barfine her right away. I forgot about the interview. Dave warned me that he didn’t know enough about her to advise me about her one way or the other, but I had already made my move. A few minutes after she returned in street clothes, she started urging me “let’s go.” Dave said “I was afraid of that, she’s very professional, she wants to get done so she can get back to the bar and barfine again. Try to make the best of it.”
I did make the best of it. Although I had forgotten to interview, I hadn’t forgotten that I’m the boss. So I had a great session with Koi, although she did want to get back. I didn’t let her rush me, and she went with the flow graciously enough when I ignored her entreaties to “come, come with me, I want you come.” I just changed positions and kept going. The jet lag did get to me, prolonging her pleasure and mine, and I came when I was ready. She was very accommodating throughout, and before long stopped trying to rush me. Since I had to get up early, it was OK with me that she left after an hour and a half; I felt she earned her 2,000 baht. She was sweet while being professional, and did not leave a bad taste in my mouth. And she got back in time to find another punter.
Photos: Koi - Angel Witch 05 06 07 08
In the morning, I woke up early to get to Bumrungrad for the full physical. The hospital had quite an operation going. In the new (opened a couple years ago) Clinic Building, I went up to the 11th floor, where I checked in just before 9 AM. They told me that they were quite busy, and I might have some waiting time, which varied at each of the stations. After collecting 13,000 baht for the full (over 40) physical, I was given a sheet with a checklist of the different tests and told to report to Station 1. I gave my sheet to the girl at the counter, sat down in the waiting area with maybe two dozen seats, and waited for them to call my name.
This was repeated at the various stations through Station 6. A physician interviewed me, following up on the medical history form I had filled out, and a doctor checked my eyes. I was given an ultrasound on my gut area (liver, pancreas, whatever else is in there), took a regular EKG and a treadmill EKG, the panoply of blood tests, urine and stool samples, a chest X-ray. At the end, the doctor reviewed the results—which were ready by about 2:45, and told me I was OK—just loose a little weight, modify my diet to lower my cholesterol, and I was fine otherwise (I knew both these recommendations from my last physical).
They told me to come back the next day to pick up my report, and it was a nicely bound booklet with all the information, EKG scans, etc. in several tab sections. Wow.
Meanwhile, I told the doctor I was concerned about my brain function, since my dad had become a vegetable, apparently from hydrocephalus that wasn’t diagnosed early; I was noticing memory problems myself that may or may not have been due to normal aging (I’m 63). He set me up with an appointment to see a neurologist, and off I went. I was impressed with the neurologist, who reviewed the brain MRI I had done three years ago. He showed me and explained to me much more than the previous neurologist had done—that one was more interested in discussing the drugs I had made and tried during my chemistry career (and the ones I used recreationally for some years after that), which I had mentioned because I thought they might have affected my brain. He set me up with another MRI scan appointment, followed by an appointment with him to discuss. Cost of that visit: 1,300 baht.
I didn’t get out of the hospital until after 4, and was starving. I went to the large open café on Soi 7 since I wanted to get some good seafood, and was not disappointed. They have an extensive menu, and I had my fill of prawns for under $10. By the time I had eaten, checked email, and done a few things, it was about 6:30. Damn, that would crimp my mongering schedule, as I was determined to go to Tulip—realizing that a session there would drain me for hours and interfere with evening clubbing. Still, I went.
BTS to Thong Lo, got off on the Nana side, the Tulip sign was still visible from the BTS stop. I walked in, the barren lobby hadn’t changed much except for the small Christmas tree. At the counter, I asked if Dao was available, but she wasn’t, so I asked for Teena, who was. I paid my 800 baht for the two-hour massage. A moment later, a short (even by Thai standards) girl with short straight black hair framing a round face emerged from the stairs (the girls are all in a room in the basement). She didn’t have a great body at first glance, but I knew she was recommended by several Hombres I respect, so I had no second thoughts. And as the session proceeded, I realized that she was really beautiful.
We went up a flight of stairs, into the room, showered, and got right to it. That’s one thing I like about Tulip, the girls don’t waste time on preliminaries like massage. Teena had a flickering tongue that didn’t stop; kept it going and going and going. As expected, it was as good as it gets. She was technically skilled with her own particular style, and we had a non-stop two hours, with two pops (although the second was not easy, a tribute to Teena’s abilities). And I left completely drained, as I expected. She even put on my socks, don’t you just love Thai ladies. Damn, I forgot my camera.
I went back to AngelWitch, this time I wanted to see the show that I had missed the night before because I pulled the trigger and left so soon. Dave the Rave was at the entry, and I told him I just wanted to see the show. I told Mama Nic I had no intention of barfining right away, and asked her not to bring over any girls—Nic had brought a girl over to me right away last night without my asking, and then aggressively suggested I tip her.
Almost as soon as I sat down, I saw a familiar face—Aum, a girl I had barfined several times during my last series of visits. She was educated, spoke English well and understandably, and was a real sweetheart—actually girlfriend material, I remembered from the days I spent with her before. Since I like variety, I hadn’t confined my barfines to spinners; Aum was a busty, large-framed girl—and she had put on some weight (which she cheerfully pointed out to me). I waved her over, bought her a drink, and we chatted a little as the show went on. I told her I wasn’t barfining, and after a while, she left to seek paying prey.
Meanwhile, I noticed a dancer with short-cropped hair dyed blond and very large breasts, perfectly proportioned and perky. She was attractive in a certain way. Shortly after she got up on stage, a large blond farang (young and handsome, actually) came and sat on a stool next to the stage; a minute later she was off the stage next to him. Another minute later, she was off to the locker room, and returned in street clothes. I had a feeling I had witnessed the no-interview barfine, caused by small-head dominance (she was VERY sexy). They left. As I was leaving—no more than an hour later—she came back into the bar in her costume. Projecting my own values, I felt sorry for the guy—a newbie, perhaps. It also occurred to me that I was pretty much doing the same thing; I had been away from LOS so long I was jumping at looks without negotiating performance and time issues. Fortunately, my disappointments had been quite minor with Pou and Koi—partly because jetlag had reduced my own performance possibilities.
Dave had been pointing out a girl named Tai, a cute little spinner, that he said was one of the few girls he knew enough about to recommend—a lot of his friends had taken her, and all had been happy; she was bubbly and upbeat, spoke a little English, and gave good performance. He had been honest last night about Koi, that he didn’t really know about her but suspected that she was more professional than GFE. I waved her over and bought her a drink, told her I was tired but wanted to take her out when I returned to Bangkok. While we were talking, I felt stirrings down below, and briefly considered barfining her. But I just left, it was after midnight and I figured Tulip had taken well-enough care of me, and my jetlag would be gone if I got a good night’s sleep.
Back at the hotel, I checked my email and had a message from Citibank about the credit card I’d used at the hospital; I had to call them. So I went out to the internet place down the street that offered 10 baht/min calls, only to discover when I got there that I had left the credit card at issue back in the room. Going back and forth, I exchanged smiles with the girls of the Nana Parking lot, and when I was done with my business (having taken note of increased stirrings down below) I stopped to flirt with a busty girl wearing a low-cut dress. She was obviously a little older, maybe 30, but had a big smile and a nice personality. She offered to massage me to help me get to sleep, and I told her that I was tired but would give her 1,000 baht if she wanted to come with me. She said “Up to you” and came along.
Ann was very talented at her “massage” (I actually did get a little back massage) and her other skills (especially oral), and I was quite satisfied an hour later when we finished. She went off to hustle some more business, and I went to sleep. Happy. Unfortunately, I didn’t get any pics—not because she wasn’t attractive, I was just too tired.
In the morning (late morning) I went to the hospital to pick up my report. Came back, packed, wasted some more time, and checked out of the hotel, putting my luggage with the desk for later pick-up.
I set out for Tulip around 2:30. This time, I was fortunate to find that the legendary Dao was available, and I found out that her reputation was well-deserved. She had a playful sense of humor, as well as a great body—somewhat tall and busty for a Thai (tall being relative). We joked and flirted for a minute, and then pulled down my shorts and started sucking. After a long and exciting few minutes, we took a shower. Dao’s repertoire was varied and delightful, with some things I don’t get to experience very often. Another wonderful two hours, although I wasn’t able to come the second time—not for want of her trying. What she lacked in looks, she made up in performance.
Photos: Dao - Tulip 09 10 11 12
Back on Soi 4, I grabbed a cab just up from the Nana Hotel and asked how much to Pattaya. The driver said 1500 baht, I said 1200, and we agreed on 1300 (the cab stand at the Nana quoted 2,000). He pulled into the hotel parking lot and we loaded my luggage. I asked him if he knew where the Pattaya Bay Resort was located, so we could get directions from the Nana desk if necessary. He said yes, but must not have wanted to let me know he didn’t understand.
The drive to Pattaya was uneventful; even leaving a little after 5 there was not the kind of rush-hour traffic (i.e., gridlock) I expected—just some lines at the long traffic lights that seem to be typical in Thailand, and not much of that until we neared Pattaya. Later, I found that there are two ways you can go, when the second cab driver took the more-congested way (the better way is to go down Soi 4 the opposite way from Sukhumvit, which leads through some sort of checkpoint—that skips all the traffic on Wireless Road). I slept much of the way.
When we pulled around the circle onto Beach Road, the driver appeared to be clueless about the hotel location. He stopped for directions several times from people who were equally clueless. I had a general idea of where the hotel was, and he didn’t seem to be getting close. I finally called Gurock, who guided us into the hotel with only a few more missed turns. It is definitely off the beaten path, and inconvenient without a motobike. There is some sort of shuttle, but I never tried it; it would have to be inconvenient, useful perhaps to leave the hotel if it weren’t already taking another guest somewhere, but then how do you get back easily? Stand there on the corner with your girl waiting for the shuttle to arrive, after taking a bus to that corner? Not for me. Fortunately, I had decided to rent a motobike; this was high adventure for my tired old body. Gurock was recommending Ahmed, from whom he had been renting and had a relationship that would benefit me, but Ahmed was closed by then.
After getting settled, it was party time. Av8tr was in town; we met at the gelato place on Walking Street (they still had the buy 5, get one free promotion that caused me to gain weight the last time), and went to SuperBaby. Av8tr was with his friend P-; they had barfined from SuperBaby the night before, and Av8tr was bringing some photos he had printed of the photogenic lovely he had barfined. P-’s barfine was also very cute, with a Japanese look. Neither of them paid us much attention though, despite Av8tr’s free portrait prints: another night, another punter, and thanks for the already-forgotten memories from last night (including professional-quality photos).
After appreciating the lineup at SuperBaby, which had quite a few really nice-looking girls, we moved on to a couple of other bars. Casanova’s sucked, and Living Dolls wasn’t much better. But P- found his companion for the night there, and we decided to return to SuperBaby because of the high incidence of cuties. I had been impressed with the vivaciousness as well as the cuteness of P-’s last-night barfine, and after asking Av8tr if he thought P- would mind I barfined her. Yes, I know they’re whores but that’s my personal mongering code, there are too many girls to take the chance of ruffling a friend’s feathers.
Av8tr had chosen a girl too, and we left together. Walking up to Second Road, we hailed an empty baht bus. After some confusion in communicating what we wanted, the driver let Av8tr off at his hotel (LK Metro, I think) which was not far from mine, and then took us home, for a bargain 100 baht.
Koi was a lot less cute back in the room with wet hair and no makeup; Av8tr had correctly noted that she was not particularly photogenic. But she was well-trained at what she did, and professionally satisfied me as completely as possible for a non-gfe session.
After Koi satisfied me in the morning with another professionally skilled session—and left—I went up to the top-floor restaurant at Pattaya Bay Resort. With my room rate, they provide a rather basic breakfast—no buffet, just a few fixed choices. But you could see a slice of the ocean, with parasails floating by, jetskis and boats going to and fro. I had correctly surmised that Gurock wasn’t going to be an early riser, so I had brought along some reading material, and just hung out, relaxing and enjoying the view. He joined me just before the end of serving time. After he finished breakfast, I hopped on the back of his bike, and we drove to his motobike rental guy, Ahmed, on Beach Road at Soi 13/3.
Gurock started bargaining with Ahmed, trying to get me a good price since he rented from Ahmed all the time. Ahmed said, “At price you want I can only rent you camel,” at least that what his body language said. Eventually we agreed on a price of (I think) 500 baht/day, Gurock got Ahmed to reduce the deposit from 1,000 to 500 baht, and off we went. He was kind of pissed with Ahmed for not giving his friend a good price and not even a tank of gas—we had to fill up (for 100 baht).
Since it was a nice day, we drove down Walking Street and up the hill to the temple, where there is a view overlooking Pattaya and Jomtien. It’s a beautiful place, and we stood there enjoying the view and chatting for a while.
Then it was time for my Soi 6 fix. I parked the motobike at the 2nd Road end, and strolled down the sexy Soi of fantasy. One bar after another, each with a bevy of beauties (and some beasts too) standing in front, beckoning and beseeching me to stop and join them. A lot of katoeys, too—many more than several years ago during my last visit. I walked all the way down to Beach Road, and turned around. None of the girls I had seen was so overwhelmingly attractive that I had to have her right away, but I had seen a few that I’d definitely like to examine a little more closely. So I strolled back up the Soi, flirting a little as I went.
Sudenly I was taken, the same way a frog takes a fly. At Love Bar, a flirtee stuck her tongue out—a long ways—and I was captivated. Her tongue (figuratively) reached all the way to my little head and pulled it to her, me along with it.
She had a look that I liked well enough, and spoke some English that I could understand. Dia was Thai-Chinese, it turned out—I must really like that look, because my last Thai gf in Pattaya was also Thai-Chinese.
So after just a few minutes and a partially consumed diet Coke, I barfined her and took her upstairs. The short time with Dia was good—really good. We got into kissing, DFK and then she used that sexy long tongue all over. She had those Soi Six skills I so savoured in spades. Somehow, as the erotic foreplay became more and more intense, building up to the ecstasy of penetration, my little head just slipped in. Not a peep from Dia. So I barfined her long time as soon as we were finished. With her performance and personality, she racked up a high enough score on my checklist/scorecard to be worth spending my couple of days in Pattaya with; BBFS gets extra points in Thailand. Not the most beautiful, to be sure, but what was beyond the skin-deep was good enough for me. And I got plenty of mileage out of that sexy long tongue over the next couple of days. 700 baht for the short time, 1,400 for the long time.
Dia was in her mid-20s, one kid living with Mom in a town about 45 minutes away from Bangkok. She had worked in a factory there, and come to Soi 6 a year or so ago.
We drove back to the hotel, but she was the worst back-seat driver you could imagine, telling me to “watch out!” “be careful” “slow down.” Now, I’m a novice on the motobike, and other than my last rental for three days on my last trip three years ago, I hadn’t been on anything with two wheels for decades. My driving WAS a bit shaky, although we did not come nearly as close to disaster as she seemed to fear. Still, she kept screeching for me to be careful, it seemed every 45 seconds or whenever I hit the brakes or accelerator.
Back in the room, I found that she had been on a motobike with three other girls when she was 19 and gotten into an accident. Two of the girls were killed, and she was gravely injured. She had gotten a tattoo over the scar in her midriff, fortunately the other scars were not as noticeable.
Photo: Dia - Love Bar 13
I forgave her for the screeching, she forgave me for my driving, and we had another intense session.
Photos: Dia - Love Bar 14 15 16 17 18 19 20
Later, Gurock and I (with Dia in tow) got together with Jharrison on Soi 7. I had never met the gentleman with the “all the best” byline, and we all hung out at a loud beer bar for a while. He was with a cutie that he cut loose when we decided to look for a restaurant for dinner, which we found around the corner on Beach Road. It was a delightful dinner, one more Hombre whom I found to be thoroughly enjoyable company.
The next day, after the basic breakfast, Gurock suggested we see Snooky, whom I had never met. So we moto’d over to the Mariott (with Dia complaining about my driving from her perch behind me), arriving safely of course.
The name “Snooky” does not fit Snooky, what with the various images evoked by the name (at least in my brain). I didn’t ask him how he chose it, but enjoyed visiting with him. We explored the luxurious Mariott a bit, and chatted for a while. Then Snooky led us through the connecting hallway to Mike shopping center. We stopped briefly to look at the cage containing the woman living with 5,000 scorpions (or some such), and read a little about her crazy “act”—she was trying to set a record for “time living with scorpions.” There is a food court with numerous cuisines and food/drink choices on the top floor, with an outdoor balcony overlooking the ocean, and we had a nice lunch.
Dia wanted to get a change of clothes, so we went to her room, on a 4th floor walk-up (via an exterior metal staircase) on Soi 6/1 nearby her bar. It was a small room, about 10x12, concrete on all sides with a few decorative concrete blocks that a pattern of openings for ventilation on the wall next to the door near the ceiling. No windows. Dia shared the room with another girl, and had to get the key from somewhere nearby. They each had several suitcases containing their worldly possessions, and a rolled-up mat to sleep on on those nights they weren’t barfined overnight (which I suspect was most nights). There seemed to be a shower on each floor, maybe a toilet. An old man was sleeping on a bench in the hallway, a couple of bags under the bench. I didn’t ask her how much she paid for these luxurious accommodations.
We got back to Pattaya Bay Resort mid-afternoon and had a nice session. Dia was working out pretty well, she was a skilled and nubile partner, and we were really hitting it off in bed.
Photos: Dia - Love Bar 21 22 23 24 25 26
Later, when we got on the motobike coming home from dinner, I noticed that it was driving a little funny, felt like a flat front tire. Since we weren’t too far from the hotel, I didn’t mention anything to Dia, who was still making regular comments about how scary my driving was. It was very hurtful, as I was improving by leaps and bound, seeing as how I had increased my driving experience by 70% (two more days). I hadn’t even come close to having an accident yet (well, not too close).
Anyway, when we got to the hotel, I confirmed that the front tire was flat. I called the number on the rental agreement, and it turned out that Ahmed didn’t own that particular bike, he was just an agent for a group of people who each owned several bikes that he rented out. Rita, who owned my bike, wasn’t available until the next morning. When she finally did come over, I gave her the keys to the bike (as I was leaving soon anyway) and let her take 150 baht out of my 500 baht deposit for the flat. That seemed reasonable to me, I had no idea how the tire got flat but didn’t want to get into a hassle over it.
In the morning, Dia and I had a final session and I packed up. She told me she was going home for New Years and might not be back when I returned to Pattaya in two weeks. She playfully asked if I wanted to see her again, and I was somewhat noncommittal—I had a great time with her, she was a skilled partner and easy to get along with, but I knew how much I like variety. [What is it about (some of) us mongers—we have a wonderful lady providing a wonderful experience, as good as it gets, yet it’s not good enough, and we want to go after another one instead. Yet we know from experience that as often as not, the next one is NOT better.] Anyway, she said to call her if I wanted to see her when I got back. I gave her 4,000 baht (including the second-night barfine which we had agreed did not have to go to the bar).
Gurock had arranged for a car to the airport—we were on the same flight to Angeles—and we took off, dropping Dia at Soi 6 on the way out of town. The drive was uneventful, Gurock and I had a good time together as usual. We got to the airport in plenty of time.
