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Thailand, January 24, 2000

At Least Try & Shake Your Money Maker

I wanted to light a fire under their asses on Patpong Road

Sorry, this ain't the Duck, so I didn't have the connections to take photos without risking losing my camera to a mad bouncer in one of the bars.

You'll just have to deal with a few more beach photos, this time from Ko Pha Ngan.

No power?  Hey, I have batteries!
Candlelight computing
Better than waiting in line for the Moscow avtobus!
The 10 am island shuttle
Red at night, sailors' (and beachgoers) delight
The evening news
Beachside, with bedbugs free of charge!
Tough neighborhood
It was a Friday night in Bangkok, and I was bored. Remembering my Dad's saying, that only boring people are bored, I started chatting to these two Russian women I overheard speaking Russian at the table next to me. Irina and Sveta were on vacation and that night they had one desire: to see the famous sex shows of Bangkok.

Lucky for me, they didn't want to do this alone because, as Irina said, two single women in a place like that would give the customers the wrong idea. I agreed with them, though I didn't tell 'em it was because I'd see so many Russian prostitutes in Russia and China, so off we went.

I guess in the days of Vietnam-era R&R, Patpong Road was a street full of sin, shocking to your standard GI straight from Iowa. Okay, it might even be shocking to a tourist straight from Iowa today, but the ladies and I was unimpressed with the girls, the shows, and even the men!

First, we went to a series of strip bars, though there wasn't much stripping going on. Standing on the stage would be a dozen or so girls, all in bikinis. One bar had 'em topless, though they had little stickers over their nipples. All of the girls seemed tired, like they'd rather be taking a nap than dancing on the stage, and a few didn't even attempt to sway with the music.

We'd all seen better in Moscow, and I'd even seen better in Orlando! At least in Orlando, the women actually tried to look like they were enjoying themselves on stage, and in Moscow, they even got interactive with the audience. Vaguely remembering a show in Ulaan Bataar where a dancer made a patron drink his beer as she poured it down her body, I pushed the Russians to a second floor show, which were much more revealing than the strip bars.

Revealing, yes, for all the girls were naked, but that same lethargic atmosphere prevailed. While I watched a young lady absentmindedly pull various items from her body cavities, like a string of flowers and a streamer, the Russians got the entire staff of the bar scratching their heads to come up with the address of a male strip bar. Dragging me away from the next show, where a woman was smoking with her vagina (never read anything on the warning labels about that!), we went off in search of real men.

Well we found 'em, all right, though I'd call 'em boys myself. There they were, a dozen young lads standing on a stage, all wearing tightly-whites, and smiles. Spotting my friends, the guys got excited, for the Russians were the only real women in the bar, though the ladies didn't realize it until I pointed out the bulge in the waitresses' pants.

Picking out two from the crowd, the girls took 'em over to a table for a lap dance. The men danced even less enthusiastically than the women, if that's conceivable, and soon we were all laughing out on the street. Before we could escape, and while the girls were being entertained, several of the men shook my hand in congratulations for having two women, though I noticed they used their left hands. Their right hands were all busy maintaining their 'wood' as they watched their friends jump around in front of the girls.

I used both of my hands to steer us to a restaurant, where we promptly washed all of our hands and laughed at the icky feeling we got from the bar. While we snacked on ice cream, we watched in awe as transvestites wandered by.

With hormone induced breasts, the 'women' were very feminine, though the manly voices and cheekbones gave most of 'em away as men underneath. Still, they are quite amazing, for I've never seen so many and so lady-like transvestites before. Oddly, with such 'women' wandering around, we figured men looking for a 'working girl' for the night would be hesitant to search on this street, less he find a surprise later on when the clothes fell to the floor.

Since none of us was searching, we took a tuk-tuk back to Kho San road after the ice cream, having seen the sex shows of Bangkok, and come away duly under impressed. I guess Russia, with the Hungry Duck, Night Flight, and a general lack of pretensions about sex was way more morally corrupting and emotionally jading than I previously realized. No wonder I spent two and a half years freezing my ass of there!

Thailand, January 11, 2000

Khao San? More Like Con San Road

Watch your wallet in Khao San cuz the locals sure are! Yankee, Go Home! Now... give me all your money The best in tourist pricing Just for the Americans There really isn't any other place I've been that's like Khao San road in Bangkok. Filled with backpackers from end to...

Thailand, January 10, 2000

Beach Living is Tough!

Thai beach living takes years off your life! My current briar patch Remember, the LEFT side! No! Not another sunset! I sleep in the red. I know ya'll are thinking that after two weeks on the tropical Thai island of Koh Samui, I'd be the most relaxed person in the...

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Thailand, January 9, 2000

There is Style in a Thai Train

I like getting romantic on a Thai train Cold, clean, and comfortable The Trains of Thailand rank somewhere just below Chinese and Russian trains. They are not as nice as either, being much older than Chinese trains, and more basic than the Russian ones, though there are good points. First,...

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Thailand, January 3, 2000

When is a New Day a New Year?

I don't really care if its December 31 or January 1. Is it the year of the Ox? Yankee, Go Home! This way to the hotel? New Year's celebrations have always escaped me. I cannot fathom why we put so much emphasis on a mechanical function of a man-made chronology,...

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