Diary 16 - 23rd November 2000 & Images
from my time in Bangkok

Thursday 16^th November

Yesterday morning I decided that my toothache was caused by some infection in my gums and began taking amoxyllin antibiotics to catch it early. Several times over the next 24 hours I brushed my teeth paying particular attention to the infected areas under the rear right molars. After each brushing I rinsed my mouth with neat whisky to ensure that it remained thoroughly germ free for as long as possible. This morning most of the pain has gone, my cold has all but disappeared though I still have to clear my nose occasionally. I hope that the warmer weather in Bangkok will finally shift everything. I caught the shuttle bus at 0945 and went to the airport. The flight to Bangkok was uneventful and I slept for the greater part of the journey. At the immigration control I attempted to enter on my Belizean passport and the authorities insisted that I needed a Visa to enter the country. When I looked at the queue of people waiting to get visas to enter I quickly changed my mind and I pointed out that as a British citizen I didn't need a Visa. I produced my British passport but was immediately asked to come to their office where an interrogation started. This wasted about another 15 minutes but I eventually passed through without farther incident. They duly stamped my British passport and when I asked them to stamp my Belizean passport also they refused. I remain determined to get as many stamps on my Belizean passport as I can and am prepared to put up with some inconvenience in order to achieve this. I took the airport shuttle bus to my hotel. This journey initiated me to the horrendous traffic in Bangkok. A long slow journey from the airport through streets teaming with people and traffic. I noticed there were a lot of motorcycles weaving in and out taking advantage of each space and opportunity to get to their destinations. The room is very well appointed and located on the 18th floor. It's probably the best equipped room that I have had to date. The major item that is missing is a kettle. I telephoned room service to ask if there was any facility available to boil water and was told that there was not. I determined to look locally to see if I could find a cheap electric kettle as tea and coffee making facilities are quite important to me. After resting for while, I ventured forth to find some food and explore my immediate surroundings. With the streets full of traffic and the pavements with street traders there is little room for pedestrians. The pollution from the traffic defies any attempt to breathe fresh air and the warm humid atmosphere causes me to tire quite easily. Opposite the hotel this lady vendor waits each day. Having gone completely around the block I returned to my hotel and ate local food in the street side outdoor restaurant. The food, while a little on the spicy side for my tender taste buds, was interesting and enjoyable. During the meal a couple of girls sang a selection of songs accompanied by their own guitars and a sound system that attracted attention to the restaurant but was not over loud nor intrusive.

I returned to my room where I slept for an hour and on waking up I decided that I would go out to find any delights the city had to offer. After hailing a taxi outside the hotel I eventually arrived at one of the bars. As the bars were not in the main road but up a side street that was not accessible to motor cars the taxi driver came in with me to show me where it was exactly. Being a generous person I bought him a beer and we went to sit down at a vacant table. Since few people I had met in Thailand spoke English I asked him to find out the lie of the land as it were. He enthusiastically went to talk to some people standing at the bar and when he returned he told me that I should go upstairs to the Top Boys Bar where there were boys in a stage show. I followed him up a flight of stairs and we entered into the bar. There on the stage were 6 guy's standing at ease like soldiers on parade. The only difference between them and soldiers was that they wore only white y-front type underpants and a smile. We sat down and I watched the boys do a little dance-movement on the stage. One of them put his hands inside his pants and started to play with himself. Clearly he was well endowed while most of the others were not. Bigger toys are always more interesting and so I found this quite eye-catching. He appeared to be slightly older than the others and more experienced. This bar was not very busy, there were few customers and very soon a man came over and sat beside me. "You like the boys. Which boys do you like?" He asked as soon as he was seated. "I like them all but I am just looking. I have never been here before." I replied while wondering how the situation was going to develop. "You like me get one for you?" asked my new acquaintance. "What is going on here?" I asked turning to the taxi driver who was still seated on my right. "You must pay this man for any boy who want." he told me. "Then boy will go with you and do whatever you want him to do." What's your name?" I asked turning back to the man on my left . "Guy. You can call me Guy." He smiled showing me a set of imperfect teeth in the sallow oval face. "I call one of the boys over and you talk to him." he suggested Since this involved no commitment I readily agreed and the fellow who'd been playing with his large packet came over. He smiled broadly showing a set of perfect white teeth, a wide forehead and dark eyes gave him an appealing countenance. He shook my hand as he was introduced as Elephant and sat next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders, turned me toward him and gave me a friendly kiss. When he withdrew his face from mine I smiled a little in an attempt to hide my feelings of discomfort. "You're a good-looking man." I told him. "Very finely defined muscular belly." I said rubbing my hand over his well defined six pack. He smiled but said nothing and I soon discovered that this man could speak hardly any English. I made friends with a chap who said his name was Tom. He was interesting to talk to and we had a few drinks. The evening wore on and I took a taxi back to the hotel where Tom and I were going to have another drink. At the lift I was challenged and had to report to the front desk because I was taking someone to my room. I was surprised at this behaviour as I had not met anything like it before. The girl on duty at the reception desk told me that I must pay 800 Bhat before I could take a guest to my room. I explained that I had paid for the room and that the rate I'd paid was for two people. We argued about this and I asked to speak to the manager. When the manager came he was also adamant that if I take a guest into my room I must pay an extra surcharge. Tom pointed out that this was normal procedure in Bangkok but I was furious as I felt I was being ripped off and being asked to pay money for nothing, especially as no additional service was being requested, offered nor needing to be provided. Tom took my arm and suggested we go outside to discuss this matter further. Once outside the hotel he explained that Bangkok was different to other places and that everybody wanted as much money as possible and would do anything to get money. I returned to speak to the manager and advised him that I was going to find another hotel for the remainder of my holiday and asked that he make arrangements tomorrow to refund the money that I had paid for the days I had booked at the hotel. He told me that this was impossible as his contract was with my travel agent and that only my travel agent would be able to make any refund to me. Power is a wonderful thing and since I had none in these circumstances my anger was in danger of raising my stress levels to a point where I might have a heart attack. I had to consciously contain myself and take charge of my burning desire to kick him in the balls as I didn't have a gun to shoot him in the mouth. Tom tried to calm of me down and told me that we could leave in a taxi and find another place to have a drink I can't remember when I was last so furious with myself. I was highly frustrated. I was as volatile as an unstable Molotov cocktail. I was intellectually charged. I only had the one bottle of beer in that bar and was very much in need of a drink. I needed some means of releasing the tension within me and could find nothing to hand. Oh Donna, where were you when I needed someone to pour oil on troubled water. In the heat of the moment I let mistake number two happen next. Instead of taking time to go to my room where I could get everything that I needed, I allowed Tom to call the next taxi and got in beside him while he gave the driver directions to the place he had in mind. During the journey he tried to offer explanations of the situation, justification and excuses were no good to me and the more he spoke the angrier I became. It took all my will power and all my self-control to force myself to remain calm and accept that what had happened was largely my own fault. As we neared our destination I realised that I had only two cigarettes left in my packet while there was over 200 in my hotel room. I had a bottle of whisky in my hotel room and what little money I had left in my pocket I had agreed to add to what Tom had in order to get some beers. The cab stopped outside a block of what appeared to be flats, Tom paid the driver and we alighted. When we got inside I realised that it was a cheap bar hotel and part of an apartment block. >

I felt very tired and disinclined to get out of bed again so soon. Later in the bathroom I washed down with cold water using the handheld shower, dried, dressed and when Tom had done likewise we made our way downstairs. I could understand his logic and had agreed that it would be best to avoid the morning rush-hour. I could certainly use the comforts of my hotel so it seemed to make sense to make our way back.

After leaving the hotel we went to his sister's home which was in a condominium nearby. He quickly changed into fresh clothing and we set out to find a taxi in the street. Back at the hotel the lift was still manned and I was denied permission to take my guest to my room without payment of the offensive surcharge. Tom suggested he wait in the lounge whilst I went upstairs to attend to my needs. I showered, changed into fresh clothes and returned to the foyer. We went to the Foodhall directly across the street and had breakfast together.

I went into the town centre in the afternoon and purchased a card which allowed me 13 hours access with an ISP to the Internet for 152 Bhat. I then wanted to experience a local form of taxi called a Tuk tuk.

The driver was a friendly character and showed me some of the sights we passed on the way back. They are a little more expensive than a regular taxi and I found that the pollution in the streets was so bad that I had to stop and purchase a mask to filter the worse of it.

I returned to the hotel where I had a siesta to catch up on my lost sleep. On waking up I went for a walk locally seeking out some nightlife. I wandered round the streets absorbing the atmosphere, allowing the smells of the many different foods being cooked by the roadside and the street vendor's voices to relax me and stimulate my senses. At 2200 I found a bar called Big Boys and on making inquiries it turned out to be another sex bar. Leaving there I went to eat some food at the Foodhall where I knew the quality would be fine and the price reasonable. After finishing my meal I returned to Big Boys.

When I entered and sat at the bar I discovered another westerner there who was familiar with the bar as he made regular monthly visits and set me right about what to expect and gave me advice on how deal with the situation.

I enjoyed a couple of hours and a few beers in the bar before I left to return to my hotel at 0115.

Saturday 18^th November

Today I went on a boat trip up the Chao Phraya river which connects Bangkok with the northern province of Nonthaburi. Starting from the Wat Ratsingkhon Pier near Krung Thep bridge. It was an excellent afternoon.

Tour Guide	river craft	building foundation unstable	temples
Old Military base	Temple	Houseboats	Boys swimming
Living on the river	Steve from Sussex	Temple	Pleasure boat
Trainee Monk	Monk at study	Trainee Monk feeeds catfish	Catfish represent reincarnation
Fast Long Boat	A letter from home?	Monks give brotherly help	Passengers on the tour

Sunday 19^th November
Went on a tour this afternoon to see the crocodiles and the elephants. Got some quite good pictures and had a very enjoyable afternoon. Bright sunshine and pleasant company.

The crododile trainers	put on a show of danger	control and bravery	for the appreciative tourists
Perhaps the beasts	are very dangerous	but it may be that they are drugged.	This one just lay waiting for coins and notes from the audience to land in its mouth
The Elephant uswed to be on the flag	of Thailand but they got pissed off with	people flying it upside down.	Now they use these
magnificent beasts	to play football	and charm the tourists	as they score goals.
This is a display of the warring tribes	as they used to use the	elephants as battle transport	I have no idea what theyu do with the dead bodies.

The trip ended in a jewellery factory where they give a tour and free drinks in an attempt to make you spend money.

Potential customers view work

Do they enjoy being on display?

Skilled craftsmen fashion the rings

Gold filing and polishing ready for the gem to be inserted

In the evening it seemed a good idea to take a trip to Silom Rd, there to wander round and find the bars. The first bar I went into was a Muscle Boy bar. There the muscular guys were standing on the stage naked and holding their cocks, concealed in their hands clasped in front of them so the audience could not see very much. Titillation at its height. The boys were indeed desirable and I remembered the smoothness of the skin and how hairless the bodies.

I saw a large white western gentleman sitting by himself and immediately went to plonk myself down beside him. He had a kindly face and friendly countenance so I introduced myself and told him I was stranger who had just come to town and that I felt overpowered by the commercial aspects of the bar.
"My name is Dean." He offered his hand which I shook. He had a firm grip and smiled into my face as I responded. I smiled in response and he asked, "What do mean?"
I explained, " It seems as though everyone wants to be on top of me, hassling me for money." I paused to check his response then continued. "I just wanted to come in, buy a drink at the bar and have a look around but these guys in red jackets want me to sit at a table, want to show me a boy and , well you know what I mean?"

He was very helpful and told me he'd lived here for six months of the year having retired over a year ago. His permanent home his in Canada. He explained all the goings-on and put my mind at ease which in the end made me feel reasonably comfortable. He suggested we wait here for a short while as he thought there might be some show put on by these muscle men on the stage. and he was sure he could take me and introduce me to more conventional bars as that is what I seemed to require. No stage show materialised though the boys remained on display like animals at a market.

We eventually left around midnight and went to a bar called Cowboy. In there I immediately felt more comfortable and recognised more conventional settings and role-play. We bought a beer and Dean told me about the situation in Bangkok warning me that nearly all the boys were looking for money and where very much on the make. After about 20 minutes sitting at the bar I saw somebody standing across at the other side of the bar from me and he gave me the eye. The Canadian, Dean and myself continued chatting and occasionally I cast a glance across at the Thai guy who still seemed to be interested.

Presently he came round to my side of the bar and introduced himself with a warm manner and a wide smile telling me his name was Don. He was averagely good looking about 25 years of age I would guess he spoke good enough English to make himself understood. Dean told me to be careful where I went and what I did if I was going to leave with him. I thanked him for his help and information and assured him that I would pay heed to the advice he had given me. Dean gave me his business card and suggested we meet for lunch the following day and he would show me around the area in the afternoon. I agreed to do this and Don and me left the bar together and went across the road to the Telephone Bar.

At first he appeared not to believe me but I explained what had happened on the previous occasion I had asked someone back and he readily understood the circumstances.

Monday 20^th November

I was awakened about 0530 in the morning with a cock crowing loudly somewhere downstairs. It was difficult to get back to sleep but somehow I managed to close my eyes and drift off and on until 0700. It had been a night I am unlikely to forget in a long time. I rose and we both went back to my hotel. He waited in the foyer until I had got showered and changed into fresh clothes. At 0830 we went to the Foodhall opposite and ate breakfast, Next we took a train ride as I wanted to go to a market to buy some silk shirts. I was none too happy with his inability to ask directions or get information from anyone around as he clearly did not know where I could find what I was looking for. I had not put him down as a shy type who found it hard to talk to strangers or lack confidence. However, with perseverance and a little cajoling we eventually found the market near the Siam centre and I was able to buy two silk rather attractive and discreetly muted though colourful shirts and two pairs of silk boxer shorts.

Having done my shopping we decided to go back to the room where we had stayed overnight. I had said to Don that I would let the women have 300 Bhat toward his rent for the month. When we got back there I went upstairs and leaned over the balcony while waiting for him to sort out the finances. Don ended up arguing with her as she was wanting 500 Bhat. I decided that I had had enough of this and told him to give her nothing as we were leaving. I came back down the stairs and walked past them instructing Don to come with me. He did and we left. It was while walking along the street that he told me I was pronouncing his name incorrectly and that it began with a 'T' Ton not Don.

At 1300 I telephoned Dean as I had arranged to do. He was going to show me around in the afternoon. However when we got to the bar where I was to meet him we sat chatting and drinking beer. I explained my situation, related the events of the night he found quite unbelievable and was surprised that I had put up with so much hassle. We spent the rest of the afternoon in the bar and then I left at 1700 to collect some essential items from the Amari Boulevard to take back to the Orchard Inn for the evening.

I downloaded my e-mail and brought my diary up to date, packed some clothing and what toiletries I felt I would need together with the whisky and cigarettes and left the Amari. I took a taxi back to the Orchard hotel where I found Ton was in bed sleeping. We went to have a meal locally and afterward went to the Future Boys Bar where, according to what Dean had told me in the afternoon there was to be a fabulous show.

We found a table close to the stage which would give me a good view. The waiter came and I ordered drinks for us. The audience was mixed but 95% male. The tables were tiered around the central stage so that all had a clear view of the outrageous activity that would take place presently. The actors in this 'play' were chosen for their ability to remain firm when erect and the size of their manhood.

The show opened to a musical introduction, the lights dimmed and then there were six boys, one at each corner of the twelve foot by six foot rectangle stage and one at each centre facing out toward the audience seated on all four sides. They were dressed in a variety of casual or theatrical clothing and each exposed before him a rock solid cock while they run their fingers along the shaft which - by eastern standards -could loosely be classified as large varying between 6 and 9 inches in length. They paraded around swapping positions and letting the audience see their erections in a bid to titillate and excite to get the show started. They succeeded in doing both.

The next were some boys who came on stage each carrying lighted candles aloft and did a dance with dripping hot wax falling all over their bodies. It was very erotic and I gave the action my full attention.

The next part of the show was done by three boys each covered in foam and they wrestled around on the stage. I loved it. The foam on the sleek bodies and the erect penises inside the scant pants that they wore made it exceedingly sexy. Ton sat beside me, holding my hand and from time to time puting his arm round my shoulder and making me feel very special.to Finally came highlight of the evening which everyone had been waiting for, the fuck show. There were 7 boys, they came onstage dressed in what appeared to be facsimiles of Egyptian or Roman costumes. As they danced an erotic dance that displayed their slim muscular bodies the audience appeared enthralled. . It was a display of such sexual decadence that it has to be seen to be believed.

Unfortunately photography was not allowed on this particular evening.

When Ton and me went back to our hotel room, which was only across the street, we were both still highly sexually charged..

Tuesday 21^st November

We rose and had breakfast then went to Pattaya where we spent the afternoon on the beach.

Me sitting on the seawall by the beach in Pattaya	Ton happy and contented at the beach	Two gentlemen we noticed as they strolled by	I decided to have a pedicure whilst on the beach.
It seemed sensible to have a manicure also	The manicurist offered to take a photograph of Ton & me so naturally I accepted	Local boys playing on the beach

At the sound of scuffing outside my door I rose at 0700 and finding Ton there in a dishevelled state I let him in. I discovered that he'd slept on the floor in the corridor outside my room door all-night. Everyone knows I am a soft touch. I forgave him.

I showered and then I left him in the hotel while I came back to my own hotel to sort things out. I returned to the Orchard Inn by train at 1145 and found Ton was still asleep. However he didn't keep me waiting long at the door and we dressed and left to find some brunch. Afterward I decided that I should see the Grand Palace where the King lives and we took a taxi and which took ages to get there as it had to manipulate the heavy traffic in the city. I paid the cab and on approaching the gate I was told that I could not enter as I was wearing shorts. It is a matter of respect that long pants are required. Further enquires elicited the information that I could hire a pair of long pants at a shop across the street. I hired a pair of thin cotton long pants and readily gained admission.

The Grand Palace was very interesting and we spend a couple of hours looking at the murals and the intricate jewels and stonework that adorned the magnificent structures.

Leaving Ton in Silom road I returned to my hotel to pack and make ready for my early morning start. A siesta was interrupted at 1930 when the telephone rang and on answering it I found it was Ton who informed me that he was downstairs. I showered, and dressed before going down to join him. We found a local Italian restaurant and I bought a good dinner which we both enjoyed. It was a meal with a few moments of sadness as we both knew that it was unlikely we would meet again and it was our last evening together. At 2300 I bid farewell to my friend before returning to my room. He told me that he might return at 0500 to tell me goodbye again. Iwith