2005: A Sex Odyssey

[Gladiator]

PART 1: THE SACRED CITY


The sheer mention of Pattaya makes my heart beat faster. Despite having been there a few times I still think of each visit as if it was the first, as if Pattaya had something new to offer each time, because Pattaya is in fact an unlimited monger universe.


1. The First Day


The bird of paradise landed in BKK at around 2 pm, it was raining heavily, I went up the escalators towards the departures lounge, approached the first taxi driver I saw and negotiated a rate of 1,000 B plus tolls (95 B) for a ride to Pattaya. There was some traffic so the journey took almost 3 hours. The driver was a good guy: he didn’t open his mouth during the whole trip.

The closer we got to Pattaya the less clouds there were in the sky.

Arriving in Pattaya for a monger is like arriving home, it was around 5 pm and there were already loads of pussies all over the place, especially around the area where my hotel was, in soi 8.

I had a cold beer, showered and relaxed a bit in the terrace looking at the blue sky of the Sacred City and feeling the kisses of the sun-god.

At about 7 pm I started my first hunting operation: I turned on the radar, went out of the hotel, looked around soi 8, then on to soi 7 and in one of the beer-bars I saw a little cutie that deserved some attention, so I sat to have a drink with her to check if she had the right attitude.

She was really cute and her skin was very smooth, but a bit hardcore to my taste in spite of being just 19 yo, but I was so horny at this stage that didn’t give any importance to her slightly hardcore attitude and took her to my room. Her attitude in the room was even more hardcore, even mechanical. In a country where some girls initiate in the art of hooking at the age of 10-12 yo we shouldn’t really be surprised when we come across 18-19 yo chicks who are already fully-certified hardcores.

The ST was uninspiring, but worth it for 500 B – she said 500 B wasn’t enough and asked for 500 B more, I told her to get lost and went out again in search of my second pussy, which I found about 3 hours later in soi 8 – that was funny, after having walked all over Pattaya from the soi 2 beer-bar area to Walking Street I ended up hunting my second pussy in soi 8, the point where I started.

The second pussy was 18 yo, a natural beauty, new to the scene, no English, just as I like them: fresh and eager to please, good oral skills but not very sophisticated fucking repertory; she was into it, she knew she was in the Sacred City where mongers have usually high expectations and she tried hard. 500 B for a ST, she looked quite happy with it.

It was already past midnight so I headed to Marine disco (in Walking Street) to listen to some good trance music and have a few drinks. The current prices in Marine are: Singha beer 150 B, Johnnie Walker Red Label 150 B, Johnnie Walker Black Label 155 B. With the help of Johnnie and trance my mind started to get into new dimensions of happiness, till they suddenly closed at 2 am.

It was still early so I went along Walking St looking for a go-go to have a few more drinks, the only one still open was Highway Star, at the entrance there was a good specimen in a black dress, I spoke briefly to her, got in and asked for a beer. There were a few cuties on stage, then a couple of English guys went on stage too and did a full strip-tease, in fact the drunk English guys were much more enthusiastic than the chicks dancing around the pole.

I stayed there almost an hour till they closed and then took the chick in black with me without paying any barfine as the gogo was already closing. The chick said she was hungry, I was slightly drunk and felt generous so I bought a 30 B dinner for 2 at one of the street stalls, the chick was really grateful, we ate it on the songathew on our way to the hotel.

The third pussy behaved very well between the sheets, she was in her early 20s and had lived in Pattaya for 7 years so she had had the time to polish her bedroom skills. I was so impressed with her fucking skills that I decided to LT her.

It had been a long day, I now deserved to sleep a lot of hours and wake up with a proficient pussy next to me, that is the point of a LT, it saves you time in the morning, it also serves as perfume for the room, I love the smell of pussy, especially of Asian pussy, which is light, hardly perceptible, almost ethereal.

I caressed the third pussy with my right hand while I was falling asleep, with the AC noise as background music, it was the end of my first day in the Sacred City and I still couldn’t believe I was there, in the most sacred place on Earth.

[jjjohn]

grate report thanks 12 hours to wheels up for me and you just reminded me
why i am going

[neogeo051981]

Just freakin an awsome day. Makes my 5 months till Pattaya seem so far away. Great report. I am so looking forward to going back.

[Mogster]

I have never been to Pattaya but am off there on 3 June!

After reading that the next 6 weeks cannot go by quickly enough!

[Gladiator]

2. The temples of love


I woke up at around 2 pm the following day, the go-go girl seemed to have been awake for a while but, like all girls, she was lazy so didn’t mind to stay in bed waiting for me to wake up and fuck her.

I placed my right hand on her bush again and thought how beautiful it was to start a new day in Pattaya, then I fucked her goodbye and gave her 1,000 B. She asked me to go to the go-go and see her again another day.

From this moment onwards I followed every day roughly the same routine: I woke up each afternoon, I had sex with whoever was in my bed, I went swimming in the hotel swimming-pool and then sunbathed for a while. Later on, I’d go to the beach and sit on one of the sun-beds to contemplate the sunset, I liked to see how the sun-god hid each day behind the clouds on the horizon. That indicated the start of the hunting period because I am a night predator.

The daily hunting process was complex and usually long but it paid off in the end. In fact, I wasn't just looking for hookers to get laid: I was looking for gems.

The gems of nature are the raison d’etre of my sex trips, especially in Pattaya, a town where with a bit of legwork you can find true gems: beautiful, non-hardcore, unspoilt, fresh, quasi-innocent, straight off the farm specimens.

Pattaya is a dynamic monger universe where each day there are new gems entering and leaving the scene, you never know what you’ll find next as there may be always new flesh just around the corner. But the gems are not openly exposed, they are hidden among all the mediocrities, and that’s why a thorough search is necessary in order to find them.

There was the odd day when I couldn’t find any gem, so on those occasions I cut my losses and hunted any other doable TG that caught my eye.

After sunset, I usually checked first Beach Road, now that they have put those Copacabana-style lights illuminating the beach it’s easier to evaluate the quality of the stock, which overall tends to be low or average at best but at times you can strike gold. Then I moved on to the soi 7 & 8 area, combing all the beer-bars and checking out each single TG (not an easy task, by the way). The next target was soi 6, there are some gems here too, some of them hidden inside the bars, and finally I’d explore the soi 2 beer-bars area. This itinerary was usually enough to find what I was looking for, though occasionally I had to continue my search by going to South Pattaya.

After midnight I always hit Marine to listen to good trance and drink a few Johnnie’s till they closed and then I had a few more drinks around South Pattaya - despite the clampdown there are a few joints going on, even with music, till around 4-5 am each day.

This way I started to hunt down chicks mercilessly, as if there was no tomorrow, because in Pattaya actually there is no tomorrow, there is just today: the present moment takes over all your thoughts, it is a timeless town.

After hunting each chick the next step was exploring her sacred temple, its magic smell, its humid and silky touch and above all its grab.

Some of Pattaya’s temples are warm and welcoming, others are difficult to penetrate, enigmatic, inaccessible and you get the feeling that you are in fact desecrating them.

The mind-blowing number and concentration of temples is what makes Pattaya a sacred place, this is what attracts thousands of pilgrims like me year after year.

In a way, it is a stressful experience: you are leaving one temple and you start thinking already of the next one, and then the next one, you never see the end of the road in Pattaya, it is a never-ending cycle. There were times when I felt like Heracles trying to kill the Hydra: he cut off its heads and new heads grew back immediately.

When I think of my last 8-day pilgrimage to Pattaya, an amalgam of blue skies, sunshine, lovely temples, smiles, trance, Singha and Johnnie’s come to my mind.

A trip to Pattaya is a spiritual journey.

[Gladiator]

3. Other trophies


I already talked about my first 3 trophies in this debauchery: the hardcore, the newcomer and the go-go girl. I will now describe the other trophies, though I am not going to do it chronologically since, apart from the first and last days, I am unable to remember when I fucked whom.

So, in no particular order, the other pussies I hunted were as follows:

Miss BBBJCIM

She caught my eye straightaway when I saw her dancing in the beer-bar right in the corner of soi 2, she was short, lively, young, energetic, beautiful and was wearing a nice long-sleeved dress. I jumped on her like a hungry cheetah, she passed the attitude test with high marks so I recruited her. Her ID said she was currently 19 yo and would turn 20 on 1st January 2006.

On the bed she was as energetic as in the bar, she was fluent in BBBJ, she had a creative mind, a powerful mouth and a fast tongue.

For a moment I thought about ending in her mouth, but on second thoughts I decided to move on to her temple, which turned out to be extremely tight, it was like trying to fuck the wall at first, though it gradually started to give up. The grab, however, was too strong for my liking so after a while I went back to her mouth.

She kept on sucking enthusiastically till the volcano finally erupted in her mouth, without giving any warning. To my surprise, she was unperturbed by the eruption, she didn’t swallow, but she continued blowing hard as if nothing had happened.

As usual, when a girl keeps sucking hard after you’ve just come pleasure starts to turn into slight pain because of the extreme sensitivity of that post-orgasm period, but I didn’t stop her. The pain started to increase, I was fighting against myself to see how long I could resist that cock-sucking sadist, I was sure she knew it was painful at this stage, maybe that was her revenge for having finished in her mouth, or maybe it was just part of a more general revenge against farangs – let’s not forget that all these girls at bottom hate us.

In the end I told her to stop and push her head slightly away from my severely punished tool. She smiled at me, it was a sadistic and cum-stained smile.

The student

She had turned 18 yo recently, she spoke no English at all, she was hidden behind the bar of one of the beer-bars in soi 8, reading a book. I found her by pure chance as I had sat at that bar because it was a good observation point to check out all the chicks in the surrounding bars, and when I went up to the bar to ask for a Singha I saw her sitting there reading, there is no way you could see this gem just walking along the street.

Her friend, a hardcore, was introducing her to the scene, she said she was studying in her hometown and had been in Pattaya just 3 days; I believed her, this girl was pure innocence, as it turned out it was too innocent (that no-smoke sort of innocence). Her pussy was really tight too.

This is the kind of girl that I would like to have stayed with for quite a few days, her skills were non-existent, so I would have been her tutor, I would have shown her the path of light.

If only I had had the time…

The Panther

I had seen her on several occasions in one of North Pattaya beer-bars, but she was always taken, she seemed to be in high demand because of her exotic beauty, till I found her on her own one day.

I found her dark skin very attractive, she was slim and walked like a panther.

Her technique was acceptable for her age (20 yo) and she was sweet and cuddly, her bum was also quite good: fleshy and hard, just as I like it.

The Angel

Her bright, young smile stood out among all the mediocrities that surrounded her in that bar in soi 8, I went over to speak to her and then sat on one of those comfortable sofas for the attitude test.

She passed the test with no problem, she had a bubbly personality, a magical smile, she was an angel.

Her age was 21, but was relatively new to hooking and still unspoiled, her body was immaculate: no scars, no babies, just a velvety, perfect, white skin. It was funny that she had long hair in her pussy, the only long-haired pussy I came across in this trip, but she said she liked things as they are by nature.

She turned on the TV while I was preparing a drink, there was news about the Pope, apparently he was ill (again!), but she didn’t give any importance to it, she must have been hearing about the Pope’s illnesses since she was born so I guess that news bored her.

Her BBBJ was quite good, she even tried to deep-throat me and did her best. I loved her pussy, it had the right grab, not too strong, not too loose, just the perfect grab.

The hardcore

I couldn’t find any gem on that day so ended up hunting this 25 yo hardcore in one of the beer-bars in North Pattaya, she was cute though.

Nothing special, just an average good fuck with a hardcore.

She was disappointed when I gave her 500 B after the ST, but I reminded her that those were the going rates (500 B ST & 1,000 B LT) and there was no problem.

The Beach Road Star

I had walked Beach Road endless times at that stage of my trip without seeing anything fuckable, then I saw this chick: 18 yo, dark-skinned, slim and a beautiful, pleasant face.

I thought it would be another tight pussy, but it turned out to be quite spacious and humid, one of the most welcoming pussies of the trip. She had also a decent oral repertory.

The Lady Fish

I paid a visit to Sabai Room, I am not into MP’s very much but I like to go from time to time.

1,600 B for 1.5 hours and she behaved very well so I gave her a 300 B tip, which she appreciated.

She was in her late 20’s and was cheerful and fun to be with, in soapies attitude is the name of the game. Luckily she didn’t have any nasty childbirth or stretch marks despite her age, so I had a good time. She said she was a lady fish when we were in the bath.

The GFE

There is at least one in every trip: they go the extra mile, they treat you like a long-time boyfriend, they are difficult to get rid of and, most importantly, they provide great sexual experiences due to their dedication and enthusiasm.

She was great for LT’s, I repeated a couple of times. After doing my daily hunting I used to go, late, to her bar, hidden in the internal section of the soi 2 beer-bars area, and there she was, then I’d recruit her for LT. She was the perfect end for a great hunting day: she had the attitude, the beauty, the skills and the youth (21 yo).

She had also a Norwegian boyfriend who phoned her once while we were in the terrace of my room. ‘I am alone now’ she said to the sucker while I stroked her pussy and licked her neck. When she finished the conversation she told me he wasn’t really her boyfriend but just a friend, as if I cared.

I recruited her for my last night, but when we got to the room she said she didn’t feel like having sex and made up some silly excuse. I hadn’t told her it was my last night, I never do. Maybe she saw in myself some sucker potential too and was now trying to play games, but I couldn’t afford to waste my time with a non-performer on my last night in the Sacred City, so I kicked her out of the room straightaway with no money and went out in search of a new pussy. She looked shocked and didn’t even open her mouth.

It was almost 3 am and I was angry, it was too late for a proper hunting operation, at that time the best option was to check out South Pattaya, and even so it was going to be a difficult, almost impossible, mission to find a gem.

Then I remembered the Diamond.


The Diamond

Among the gems of nature there are some of particular beauty and delicacy, they are the brightest, the purest specimens: they are the diamonds.

I had seen the Diamond a few days back in one of the bars in soi BJ, but she was already taken. Even so I sat at the bar to have a Singha just to contemplate her. She noticed that I was looking at her but didn’t say anything to the monger that was with her. Contemplating her beauty was utterly absorbing.

The following day I went past the bar but she wasn’t there, then I decided to forget about her, there were too many pussies in Pattaya to keep chasing this one, even if she was a diamond.

Now, at around 3 am on my last night I remembered her again and went up to her bar to try my luck for the last time.

Soi BJ was a bit dark at this time, the music was off but the bars were still open though there weren’t many customers.

As soon as I approached her bar I saw the Diamond was there – I still can’t believe my luck -, there were no customers at all in that bar. The Diamond seemed to remember me and she came and sat next to me, I bought a lady-drink for her. The Diamond spoke no English, as I had imagined she was relatively new in the art of hooking.

I didn’t even finish my drink as I was eager to enjoy that outstanding specimen. Before leaving the bar I checked her ID: she had turned 18 yo only a few weeks ago.

When the Diamond took her clothes off her brightness was even more intense. As I expected from a fresh girl like her, she lacked the necessary bedroom skills, but her beauty and sweet attitude made up for it. Her temple wasn’t very tight, it was the right size, warm, increasingly wet and extremely beautiful. I couldn’t help the temptation to taste her clit: it tasted like heaven.

The next morning I got up early, at around 11 am, had great sex with the Diamond again and then looked through the window, it was raining for the first time since I had arrived.

I was taking the bus to Bangkok, the Diamond waited in my room for the rain to stop while I packed my bag.

Leaving the Sacred City is always sad, but it is even worse if you have to leave when you have just found a Diamond, because diamonds are rare in nature.

[eym4reel]

Great report. I really enjoyed mentally taking the trip with you and adding my own adventures as I read. I've had 3 great recent trips to Pty and found some great ladies including a Diamond who I see each time I'm there. It is really hard not to fall in love but a monger must do what he is destined to do.
Keep moving on.

4Reel (Lovem and Leavem)

[rocky1838]

PART 1: THE SACRED CITY


The sheer mention of Pattaya makes my heart beat faster. Despite having been there a few times I still think of each visit as if it was the first, as if Pattaya had something new to offer each time, because Pattaya is in fact an unlimited monger universe.


1. The First Day


The bird of paradise landed in BKK at around 2 pm, it was raining heavily, I went up the escalators towards the departures lounge, approached the first taxi driver I saw and negotiated a rate of 1,000 B plus tolls (95 B) for a ride to Pattaya. There was some traffic so the journey took almost 3 hours. The driver was a good guy: he didn’t open his mouth during the whole trip.

The closer we got to Pattaya the less clouds there were in the sky.

Arriving in Pattaya for a monger is like arriving home, it was around 5 pm and there were already loads of pussies all over the place, especially around the area where my hotel was, in soi 8.

I had a cold beer, showered and relaxed a bit in the terrace looking at the blue sky of the Sacred City and feeling the kisses of the sun-god.

At about 7 pm I started my first hunting operation: I turned on the radar, went out of the hotel, looked around soi 8, then on to soi 7 and in one of the beer-bars I saw a little cutie that deserved some attention, so I sat to have a drink with her to check if she had the right attitude.

She was really cute and her skin was very smooth, but a bit hardcore to my taste in spite of being just 19 yo, but I was so horny at this stage that didn’t give any importance to her slightly hardcore attitude and took her to my room. Her attitude in the room was even more hardcore, even mechanical. In a country where some girls initiate in the art of hooking at the age of 10-12 yo we shouldn’t really be surprised when we come across 18-19 yo chicks who are already fully-certified hardcores.

The ST was uninspiring, but worth it for 500 B – she said 500 B wasn’t enough and asked for 500 B more, I told her to get lost and went out again in search of my second pussy, which I found about 3 hours later in soi 8 – that was funny, after having walked all over Pattaya from the soi 2 beer-bar area to Walking Street I ended up hunting my second pussy in soi 8, the point where I started.

The second pussy was 18 yo, a natural beauty, new to the scene, no English, just as I like them: fresh and eager to please, good oral skills but not very sophisticated fucking repertory; she was into it, she knew she was in the Sacred City where mongers have usually high expectations and she tried hard. 500 B for a ST, she looked quite happy with it.

It was already past midnight so I headed to Marine disco (in Walking Street) to listen to some good trance music and have a few drinks. The current prices in Marine are: Singha beer 150 B, Johnnie Walker Red Label 150 B, Johnnie Walker Black Label 155 B. With the help of Johnnie and trance my mind started to get into new dimensions of happiness, till they suddenly closed at 2 am.

It was still early so I went along Walking St looking for a go-go to have a few more drinks, the only one still open was Highway Star, at the entrance there was a good specimen in a black dress, I spoke briefly to her, got in and asked for a beer. There were a few cuties on stage, then a couple of English guys went on stage too and did a full strip-tease, in fact the drunk English guys were much more enthusiastic than the chicks dancing around the pole.

I stayed there almost an hour till they closed and then took the chick in black with me without paying any barfine as the gogo was already closing. The chick said she was hungry, I was slightly drunk and felt generous so I bought a 30 B dinner for 2 at one of the street stalls, the chick was really grateful, we ate it on the songathew on our way to the hotel.

The third pussy behaved very well between the sheets, she was in her early 20s and had lived in Pattaya for 7 years so she had had the time to polish her bedroom skills. I was so impressed with her fucking skills that I decided to LT her.

It had been a long day, I now deserved to sleep a lot of hours and wake up with a proficient pussy next to me, that is the point of a LT, it saves you time in the morning, it also serves as perfume for the room, I love the smell of pussy, especially of Asian pussy, which is light, hardly perceptible, almost ethereal.

I caressed the third pussy with my right hand while I was falling asleep, with the AC noise as background music, it was the end of my first day in the Sacred City and I still couldn’t believe I was there, in the most sacred place on Earth.

Yes, good post. It makes us all want to be there now.
I'm on my fourteenth trip soon and lived there eleven Months last year and the place hasn't lost any magic for me.
In fact Thailand has been very rewarding to me in many ways.

You hit the nail on the head it's like being a child in a chocolate shop and you can't wait to unpack, shower and hit the nightlife.
Yes, it's not perfect but where else in the World can you feel so good walking around and taking in the sights and sounds.

It's a pity really because Western Women really have lost the art of knowing how to care and reapond to a Man how the Thai Ladies do and when we get a little TLC from a beautiful Thai babe then we are truly in heaven.

[Gladiator]

PART 2: THE SUKHUMVIT MONGER DISTRICT


It was still raining slightly when I took the bus from Pattaya to Bangkok.

This bus has a symbolic meaning, it is like the wings of Icarus: one of the few ways to escape the labyrinth of sex and trance in the Sacred City, but unlike Icarus I tried to keep away from the sun-god and I finally got to my destination in one piece.

I got off the bus in Ekamai and then took the skytrain a few stops towards the heart of the Sukhumvit monger district to go to my hotel.

I got into an internet cafe, read briefly my emails and then took a quick look at the news. The Pope was dead. I thought he might have died while I was with the Diamond. The Head of the Roman Catholic Church might have reached Heaven exactly as I tasted the Diamond’s heavenly clit. I suppose it was just a coincidence - a synchronistic coincidence perhaps.

My first priority for the day was buying some pirate software in Pantip Plaza (thanks to the recommendations of some forum members), I shopped around a bit and the cheapest price I found was 100 B per disc. I bought quite a few applications: Pantip Plaza is really a gold mine for pirate software. While I was waiting for the discs to be delivered I bought a few porno DVD’s too, just for research purposes.

I went through dozens of porno DVD’s to select the ones I wanted to buy, I was in the middle of Pantip Plaza with a chronic hard-on from seeing all those sinners having sex on the covers of the DVD’s. The guy who sold the stuff was observing me, with my hard-on, checking the covers and titles at the speed of light; he showed no remorse for selling porno DVD’s on the same day that the Pope had reached Heaven, for him it seemed to be business as usual, which is understandable to some extent since most probably he wasn’t a Christian.

But I am sure that the vast majority of farangs in Nana Plaza that night were, at least by birth, Christians and all of them were there as if nothing had happened: drinking beer, having fun, watching the hookers dancing around the poles… In Nana Plaza that night you didn’t get the feeling that the Pope was dead.

While I drank a few beers in Nana Plaza I started to think about the night ahead, because in the Bangkok monger district you have to think about what you are going to do, it’s not like in Pattaya where you don’t really need to think, where you can move almost by inertia from one pussy to the next: here you have to make plans.

In the monger district I can’t take the same approach as in the Sacred City: if I walked around the monger district in search of the gems of nature -as I usually do in Pattaya- I would end up, more often than not, empty handed in the parking lot at 3 am, expecting a last-minute miracle.

In the monger district the right approach is to take it easy, not to be very ambitious, walk around a bit and whenever you feel like fucking something that is on your way not to give a second thought to it and fuck her. This is not a place to have mystic experiences like Pattaya, this is simply a place to get laid, it lacks the spiritual dimension.

I’m not saying there are no gems in the monger district, I have found some in the past myself, I’m just saying that they are so rare that you can’t rely on finding one when you plan your hunting day. They are so rare that in fact you have to plan your hunting day as if there were no gems at all.

After Nana Plaza I checked soi Zero, the SW’s along Sukhumvit, Soi Cowboy and finally the Beer Garden. I asked for a drink and walked slowly around the place checking the hags till I got to the entrance again, where I sat to see if something interesting would turn up at some point. The quality was really depressing, this is the place where I could find the chicks I usually fuck in Pattaya 20 years later, once they have completed the whole cycle of hooking in Thailand. Not that I was looking for Lolita, I would have considered anything that looked younger than 30 yo, but my search was unsuccessful.

By this time I had already resigned myself to having to fuck an average type, so I decided to pick her up from Nana Plaza as that was the closest hunting ground to my hotel, only a couple of minutes away.

I got into Nana Plaza and hunted the first fuckable thing I saw. She was on the ground floor, around 30 yo ( I didn’t bother to check the ID this time, for obvious reasons), a great bum and very beautiful face but she had had 2 children, which meant she was likely to have nasty scars, but her attitude was great and, after all, in this ghetto you can’t be very picky, so I recruited her for a ST.

I thought about the positive side of the story while we were on our way to the room: she had good attitude and she was likely to have good skills too.

Effectively, she had great skills but she had also some childbirth marks that I didn’t find too appealing so I kept the lighting in my room to a minimum.

I, however, did enjoy her sacred temple: it was one of those spacious, grateful, friendly, warm and slippery temples, it was one of those temples that as soon as you enter them you get the feeling that you’ve been there before, it was a kind of sexual déjà vu.

Despite the scars it was a great fuck, actually if it wasn’t for the scars I’d have kept that sacred temple LT to explore it in more detail.

If only the gems of the Sacred City had such welcoming temples… but I suppose you can’t have your cake and eat it.

Once the ST finished I gave her the 1,000 B we had agreed in advance and she left – overpriced, I know, but she wouldn’t go any lower and don’t forget that we are in the monger district where pussies are priced like gold due to the sucker factor: in the same way as I had resigned myself to fucking an average type I had also resigned myself to paying suckers’ rates.

Later on I did a round through several go-go’s, drank some Johnnies and ended up at the parking lot, observing the effervescent Stock Exchange of Thailand. I studied the equilibrium between buyers and sellers and the bullish and bearish behaviours that emerged in the middle of the chaos here and there. The parking lot is clearly one of the most lively flesh markets I’ve ever seen.

Then I went to sleep.

It was my last night in the Land of Sex and I had decided to spend it in Bangkok just because I had to buy some pirate software and also to take a quick look at the monger ghetto, to double-check that it was still a shithole.

The next day I was taking the Bird of Paradise back to farangland, so the Monger district was in fact just a sort of midway stopover, though this time I would stay in farangland only a few days before continuing my sex odyssey.

If the Sukhumvit monger district had been the last stop in my journey I would have flown closer to the sun-god when I left Pattaya, I wouldn’t mind to have lost my wings on the way. I would have actually headed to the sun-god over the bay of the Sacred City and I would have fallen like Icarus.

But there was a next stop in my odyssey, a next duty, an imminent sexpedition into a mysterious and dark land where wild gazelles run freely under the sun-god, away from sex tourists, away from the rest of the world.


(This trip report will continue shortly in the Kenya section)