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As with anything, you won't know until you try yourself. Please book one and share your insights here. A lot will be interested, no doubt about that. Are these models just notorious for being non-performers? It's a wonder anyone would off them with this reputation. In all honesty, this reputation made me not want to off them initially. Glad I did anyway. LOL. There, that's your clue. Also, . Cheeky bastard. LOL. Shame for my no-naming-boys policy. +3 Can anyone have a good explanation why Cambodians have the best english proficiency out of everyone else in the Indochinese peninsula? Manila was an interesting trip. I have business there and always find myself there once in a while through the years. Not as exciting as my Bangkok trip but fairly fun-filled nevertheless. Maybe not enough for a full-blown trip report but maybe I should talk about the trip. *only few keep in shape* is indeed a shame. I will check Tawan out next trip for sure. In the past I've had uneven offs from there, but one of the super-hulks from there was one of my favorite offs, as he even was my driver and used his SUV to drive me around Pattaya three years ago, as well as staying with me the whole time. He was my best off from that bar, and does more in bed than most of the other offs I've had from that bar. Indeed, the main captain there goes out of his way to not let you leave empty-handed. I wish he used this energy to recruit new blood, and new hunks, to refresh the Tawan name. We await the new Mekhin, and not in the mould of Babe, more in the Tawan image. We need more variety in the Bangkok boy stead. LOL "readers". Makes me feel like an author of a serial in a newspaper. My reward for writing these reports is reaped years from now, when I re-read the reports with a fond reminiscing of my fun. It it always great to reminded of what I did, and it informs what I want to do in future trips.

Sunny sunday in Rio. Eyecandy at packed Ipanema beach. Lots of hot bodies. Particularly sexy are the lifeguards. I watched a dark blond lifeguard during some time. Perfect everything from toes to hair. Due to strong currents in Ipanema, lifeguards are nervous and blow their whistle as soon as someone is having water at waist level, asking him to come to the beach. Some action with the helicopter which rescued someone : the red helicopter came, the 2 lifeguards dived in the sea, put the swimmer in a net and the helicopter landed the net on the beach to have the guy taken to hospital. Ipanema is a nice but really dangerous beach

Sunday : rest. No sauna

Clube 11 As mentionned elsewhere on the forum, the clube is a little difficult to find fir uber drivers since it is at 11 rua Jose Duarte but house next door is 86, rua Jose Duarte. Best might be to put as destination : 86 rua Jose Duarte (next door to Clube) or 87 as it is the building just in front of Clube 11. We were pretty excited by the election of Mister Clube 11 which was to take place at 8.30 pm the same night. We arrived around 5.30 pm and there were around 12 boys. More joined later. I liked a muscular lad but when I discussed with him, I noticed his bad breath which is a no go for me. In addition he was only top and for whatever reason he smiled ironically when I asked if he would be bottom. I was interested by another guy but he was involved with another customer and obviously not reacting to any eye contact. I walked around the clube and soon found a couple of boys. I was attracted to one of them and imagined that the second could interest the buddy I am travelling with. I took them both back to our table and we started chatting, cuddling and drinking. We learned that they were cousins and that mine, J. was also a singer performing in a band. As the day before, both boys tried to increase the agreed price when in the room. Mine did so not at all in an agressive way but more asking for a tip for good service which I gave him since ge did give me excellent service. In addition he concluded the session singing a capella a typical song from Salvador ! Nice voice, cute face, long eyelashes, great smile, eagerness to please : overall a good session. Back to the bar, we continued chatting. I asked J. if many foreigners were coming to the Clube 11. His answer amazed me : " today, there are 5 : you two, plus a guy from South Africa, a guy from Canada and a guy from ? (I do not remember which country he mentionned)". If we chzt about the boys, there is no doubt that the boys chat on us ! The Clube 11 facility is rather nice. Dry sauna has been renovated recently. Rooms are ok. At 8.50 pm the show started. 11 boys were participating. None of them were boys working in the sauna. A red carpet had been installed in the bar so that they could walk along. At first, all 11 boys came fully dressed. Then they came one after the other only wearing underwear. Number 2 was stunning. Muscular torso and arms, wonderful smile, pretty face. All were good looking and sexy. All but two had tattoes, sometimes lots of them. One had even a chemical formula tattoed on his chest ! I wished the winner would start working immediately but they were only for the competition. Out of the 11, the jury selected 5, then 3. The winner was the boy who was speaking with a customer before the competition. He was ok looking but not as good looking as number 2. Great evening ! I do prefer Clube11 to Fox due to the overall quality of boys, more reasonnable prices (I think we were ripped off at Fox - a customer confirmed me that the two brothers who run Fox are only interested in raising prices ... ), better facility (more rooms, newer facilities), brand new thick towels with inscription of Clube 11, black and white posters of sexy naked rugby players (from Les Dieux du Stade). Above are some of the boys at Clube11 (from Clube IG). The 2 boys sitting on the left were present yesterday

Day 4.5: Closing Time At long last, my jet lag is working in my favor. It looks like I won’t be sleeping today, and while I feel a bit sore (due to obvious reasons), I am not tired. I’ve been up since 10 AM and now I am on the last stretch, preparing for my flight at 7:30 AM. Right now, with the company of the boy, everything seems to have finally fallen into place. Because of Brazil, I have quite forgotten why I’ve visited Bangkok all those years, and it only took an overly sweet, overly cute Cambodian to remind me why I should keep coming back in the future. But there was the issue of packing for my flight. I have not been here long, only 3 nights, but between the chaos of the three days and the nonstop activity, I am made a mess of my luggage. This was only 3 days of a 2 and half week trip in the region, so all my other clothes are just strewn about. Luckily, Cambodia said he would help me. He folded clothes and cleaned up the room and my toiletries. He did a very good job helping. Almost a good job. He packed my bottle of lube and put it in a plastic bag, but forgot to screw on the cap tight. So when I unpacked in Manila, my next city, I had an exploded bag of lube on my hands. Luckily the bag mostly protected other things. Not Cambodia’s fault of course. Once we had that straightened out, we had time to lay on the bed and just enjoy a few more moments of intimacy. Cambodia was always smiling, and from the looks of things, relished how close we have become to each other in only a matter of hours. We talked for a bit, about where he lived, about my next trip, and my next trip to Bangkok. I couldn’t tell him when my next time would be here, but I guessed it won’t take me 16 months like last time. This trip has taught me to appreciate Bangkok’s strengths, even with the seemingly superior boy offerings of Brazil. So talking led to kissing. He does kiss like he likes it. And just like that, he was again naked on my bed. He was rock hard, and I stroke it because it begged to be. He returns the favor. Pretty soon I was aroused as well. I was not sure how much I can contribute to having sex right now, having cum four times already now today, but Cambodia seems to be game to give me my money’s worth. He wasn’t able to cum with Myanmar earlier, but now, we were well on our way to try again. He looks at me with his doe eyes and his sweet smile. He kisses me again, and has me lay down while he sits on my groin. The sight of him with his young face, lean body, and hard cock was a sight to behold indeed. He held his cock and mine with his hand and started stroking. I pull him close and put his cock in my mouth, and then slide his ass in my face. Now that tasted amazing. He continued stroking while I ate him. It didn’t take long. As he was about to cum, I put it in my mouth and he came in my mouth. He continues to kiss me, and lays beside me to work on mine, but I tell him that the earlier exertions have made me unable to cum. He asks me if I was sure. I squeeze his ass and thanked him for trying. I look at the time and it was almost 5 AM, and we better get a move on. One last quick shower for both of us and some final look around in the room, and I was ready to leave. Another advantage of having a farewell committee to see me off at the airport: they can help me with my luggage, not that I needed it. A quick checkout, and paying for a three days stay, and my lunch at the Chinese restaurant, and we were all squared away. The check-out guy asks me if I needed a taxi for the airport, and I always say yes. By the time we got to the ground floor, our taxi was there. My usual porter was of course there, handsome as always, and gave me my taxi info for me, and tells me, as always, if there is a problem, use the card as a reference for the problem. I give handsome porter 100 baht, and he accepts gracefully. I bet he will be here again when I am back, whenever that is, and he has always taken cared of me. He is like the mamasan of this place for me, and is worthy of the 100 baht as the others. And he’s definitely way more handsome than the mamasans. The porter takes the bags from Cambodia and loads it up in the trunk. We both get in the back and off we went: Cambodia takes over: after a few words with the driver, the driver turns on the meter and then Cambodian tells me I am on the hook for toll fees, which was fine by me. Cambodia takes my hand and comments on how early it is in the morning it is, and then we proceed to have a lovely conversation about other things. I was almost sorry that I was leaving today. We only met 5 hours ago, but there was a sense that it was quite a good fit, him and I, and if I met him on the first day he would have been with me for the whole stay. It does help that his English was very very good. After a brisk 25 minutes, we get to Suvarnabhumi and since I was taking Thai Airways, it was the very first stop for the taxi. I pay the bill (400 baht, rounding up), and then Cambodia takes my big bag as we make our way to check-in. I move past the check-in “lounges” of first class, and went to the business counters for Thai’s Royal Silk Class. Fairly quick and they accepted my check-in luggage, and they pointed me to immigration. I told them I was going to say goodbye to my friend first so I’ll be back in 20 minutes. Because of the speed of the taxi, I had some time to accompany Cambodia to the Airport Rail Link, so he can get back to Sathorn where he lived. He offered to carry the back pack I was left carrying, since my luggage was already on its way to the plane, but I told him he didn’t have to help me the whole time. We get to the bottom floor where the turnstiles for the train were. I didn’t feel a sense of loss with saying goodbye to Cambodia, as I did previous boys BurBoy and MonBoy, because I didn’t know him for too long and I don’t have a lot of connection with him yet, but I did feel a little bit of wistfulness in me. I wasn’t going to miss my boy Cambodia per se, but I sort of missed my care free days here in Thailand. I sort of longed for those days gone by, making connections and memories and undeniable fun sex (this was the least of all my longings actually). I may just have to come back here soon, to see if I can get those feelings back. At the turnstiles, Cambodia gives me a hug, and promises to keep in touch in Line. I reach into my pocket and produced a pre-counted 1000 baht (and 50 baht for the train) wad of cash for Cambodia. He has earned this in addition to the 2000 I have already gave him. It was like doing a long time with him, and most probably he did all this to expect more money out of money, but right now that hardly mattered. He has earned it, and more, as he has given more than what I gave him, a reminder of what Bangkok meant to me. He gets through the turnstiles and disappear into the halls of the airport. I take the elevator back to the check-in counters and then go back past the Thai Airways business class counters, and then get to the Fast track counters of Thai Airways: And they weren’t kidding with the Fast track. Thai Airways had their own immigration counters, and there were two counters open, and only one other person with me. Fastest exit out of Bangkok ever. I found the Royal Silk Lounge pretty quickly, and I rewarded myself with a nice cup of coffee as I wait for boarding. No sleep still but I feel more invigorated than ever before. Which is a good sign that a trip was a good one. A trip that didn't tire you, and actually made you more invigorated for life. I have Thailand to thank for that. Never a wasted moment. Never one regret. That seems to wrap up my trip to Bangkok. All good things must come to an end. Next, my trip awards, and further musings.

Excerpted from NYTimes BANGKOK — The coconut wood pestle hits the mortar, and the chili fumes rise in a cough-inducing haze. The lime rind bruises. Salted crab releases its funk, along with bits of claw and carapace. Shreds of green papaya are tossed in, bathed in a blast of fermented fish paste tempered by palm sugar. The smell is alive and dead, asphyxiating and alluring all at once. More than anything, this green papaya salad, made in a street cart by a woman who has been wielding her pestle for three and a half decades, provides the perfume of Bangkok. But street food vendors — with their pungent salads, oodles of noodles and coconut sweetmeats — have lately become the target of some of the capital’s planners. To them, this metropolis of 10 million residents suffers from an excess of crowds, clutter and health hazards. The floods, the heat, the stench of clogged canals and rotting fruit, the pok pok pok of that pestle — it’s all too much. They prefer an air-conditioned Bangkok, with malls, ice-skating rinks and Instagrammable dessert cafes. They want the street food vendors gone. And so Somboon Chitmani, who has been making green papaya salad in the streets of Bangkok for 36 years, waits. By the end of this year, she has heard, street cooks could be cleared out of central Bangkok. Already, the number of areas designated for street food has decreased from 683 three years ago to 175, according to the Network of Thai Street Vendors for Sustainable Development. Sakoltee Phattiyakul, the deputy governor of Bangkok, dismissed fears that street food would be gone from Bangkok this year. “No, no, no, we’re not going to ban to zero,” he said, stressing that a local government initiative to clear the city’s sidewalks of clutter was “just a plan that we have had for years.” Others within the government bureaucracy have sent a different message, though, leaving vendors spooked. Earlier this month, the Bangkok Metropolitan Administration said the sidewalk cleanup campaign was moving ahead. “If they want to get rid of us, we can’t do anything to protest because it’s the law,” Ms. Somboon said. “But Bangkok to me is about street food. Without it, it wouldn’t feel the same.” Nearly 15 percent of Thailand’s citizens live in Bangkok, and many cling to the fringes of one of the world’s most unequal societies. The capital’s notorious traffic forces long commutes, meaning it’s often impractical to return home to eat lunch, or even dinner until late. Besides, many people rent lodging without kitchens. Street food is also a family business for Nitisak Trachoo, whose parents have pushed a pair of food carts across Bangkok for 27 years. Mr. Nitisak, 28, once worked as a bellboy but two years ago, when his parents asked him for help, he returned to the streets. Each day, as demure office workers and tourists in short shorts watch, he pours streams of green batter into a mold for tiny cakes fragrant with the vanilla-like juice of the pandan leaf, a common flavoring in Southeast Asia. On a recent afternoon, steam wafted from the griddle, adding a syrupy note to the humid air. “Being a bellboy is a lot easier,” Mr. Nitisak said, mopping away sweat. “But when my parents asked me to help I came right away because it’s the Thai way.” https://www.nytimes.com/2019/12/14/world/asia/bangkok-street-food.htm

Festa do Vale Tudo in Lyon's Club next Sunday (sauna is closed on sundays).

No question about it, boys are what we are in it for, I just mentioned the stage because there is lots of attention towards it (including boys) and how excrutiating will be a drag revue on a 12 inch high platform cramped in a corner of 2 walls.

Now that some reviews are in, I can figure out how precise mine was, that happened to be the first one. The stairs, that were on the title of my review, overwhelmed everyone and were widely condemned, the rooms/suites had positive marks and thats about it. Surprisingly nobody mentioned the stage. A lesson? If you are selling encounters do not make it a vertical environment, in this case there is nothing that can be done, no renovations, re-arrangements, anything at all, the place is simply wrong from the get go. Unlike Rio, that is mostly buildings in the good areas, Sao Paulo has plenty of houses that even smaller, could offer a similar experience as the original one, instead the space that was chosen is simply puzzling. I also noticed (but did not write about) the low rate boys/customers also 1/1 when I was there. I thought it happened because was the first weekend but it looks like a continuous situation, certainly unnaceptable. Who could ever predict that the mighty former Lagoa, just described by a fellow poster as "the best sauna of the western hemisphere" would play second fiddle for Rio de Janeiro's saunas. Hope to live to see Sao Paulo reaction!

They're like the mamasans who know the perfect off before you can get "I'm looking for..." out of your mouth. LOL

I go to Salvador every year. Been there, done that. I reviewed Olympus in a previous thread about Salvador along with 11 and Fox.

Updated Executive summary on Salvador If you spend a week end in Salvador, spend the sunday night in Salvador : in Salvador (as in Manaus, Belo Horizonte or Porto Alegre), the sunday is a very good day at saunas and for other events (ie Mass at Igreja Nossa Senhoa do Rosario dos Pretos in Pelourinho at 10 am or Ensaio dos blocos at 3 pm, ...) Check the Salvadordabahia.com site to see all events in the agenda. Check the Portuguese section which is comprehensive (the English part only gives part of activities). SAUNAS Clube 11 is the most popular rentboy sauna in Salvador, followed closely by Fox. The boys in Clube 11 are mostly Black, while the boys in Fox are mostly Latin. Better to go rather early to saunas but maybe not as early as 4 pm. Clube 11 (formerly Planetario 11) clean and open facility. No Wifi. Boys rather agressive. Wednesday, Friday and possibly Saturday are the days to go to Clube 11 Walking distance to Lapa and Pelourinho so when you finish, you still have options on things to do... The street numbers are fucked for Clube P11 ... the address is 11 Jose Duarte but logically it should be about #91. Better to indicate 86 or 87 rua Jose Duarte for Uber since it is building next door or building in front of sauna. Fox Sunday is best, then followed by Saturday and Friday. Fox is out of the way compared to Clube 11 location A bit more upscale than Clube 11 Boys in Fox are less aggressive and better looking in average than in Clube 11 (many twinks) Thermas Club 13 Not worth the time (1 hour) and money (R$ 70) to get there Olympus Another sauna with boys. PRICES Asked : R$ 80 to 100 / R$ 100 - 120 with tip if service is good Entrance : 35 R$ Suite : 30 R$ Since boys tend to systematically ask for more while in the room, make it clear before you go to the room of the program, of the price and that the price is not to be discussed again in the room. Check your bill at Fox sauna FOOD - CLUBS Moqueca de peixe or de camarao. Another typical dish is the Bobo de Camarao. It looks similar to Moqueca but a lot of manioc is added. Therefore, the sauce is thick and sticky. Acaraje are absolutely to be tried. It is a mix of beans, dried shrimps, peanuts and caju plus herbs, deep fried in palmtree nut oil. You cut in 2 and stuff it with pasta and shrimp. Rio Vermelho : late night parties and clubs, particularly San Sebastian disco which is best on Fridays and Saturdays VISITS Visit Pelhourinho, particularly the square where the slave auctions occurred and the slaves were whipped publicly. Attend one performance of Bale Folclorico in Pelourinho (everyday except Tuesdays at 8 pm) BEACHES There are two beaches and two beach-side neighborhoods in the Barra section of Salvador. Praia do Porto da Barra is the name of the beach on the port (“porto”) side of Barra, that runs north and south, parallel to Av. Sete de Setembro. It is marked by the two prominent historic forts that the beach area sits between. The area in Barra around this beachside and along this street may often be referred to Porto da Barra. Praia do Farol da Barra is the name of the beach on the lighthouse (“farol”) side, that runs east and west, runs parallel to Av. Oceânica. It is marked by the lighthouse on the east end / corner and keeps running west of it until the hill with the small Christ statue. The area in Barra around this beachside and along this street may often be referred to Farol da Barra. When thinking of a capital L, Porto da Barra is the vertical part, the lighthouse is the converging point, and Farol da Barra is the horizontal part. For the purposes of this group, the Praia do Porto da Barra beach is the most dense, is the most crowded, and towards its most northern end, is more “gay”. Trip to Praia da Forte, and sea turtle sanctuary Night of Samba on the beach (monday or tuesday).

I do have friends that swear by those pharmacies. They use them all the time. I love that the doctors here prescribe medications fast. It makes it easy for those of us that like to feel that medicine can cure all.

For those of you contemplating a trip to Colombia, I’m leaving this right here. It’s from a guy in Bogota that I was chatting with tonight. Good lord, is this the norm??? It makes me want to book a flight tonight!

Utopia did have a shop on Sukhumvit Soi 23 back in the 1990's. Their business was on two floors of a building on the corner of an intersection. They had a small book store, LGBT information center, a cafe, and a small guesthouse above the shop with a few rooms for rent. I stayed at the guesthouse once for about a week. The taxi driver was dismayed that I wanted to stay there, I guess after he spotted the rainbow flags when pulling up in front. I remember the Utopia cafe served khao soi, the delicious Lanna dish, which was difficult to find in Bangkok in the 1990's. The shop was run by John Goss. John was one of the prominent partners in Utopia. I have a book he contributed to titled "Very Thai: Everyday Popular Culture". John Goss took the many excellent photos that appear in the book. He also authored some travel guides. There is an article about John C. Goss on Wikipedia. It mentions that he started the Utopia Center (soi 23) in Bangkok in 1994, and then in 1995 he created the online site named Utopia. Here is a scan from The Rough Guide to Bangkok from 2001 that gives the address of the former Utopia shop:

I can attest when booking hotel.in pattaya, had no issues finding place in both ambiance and zing, as well as when i search for agate etc. Last year, agate was sold out. On the other hand, bangkok is different story. Raya is fully booked for dates i wanted to i splurge a bit on better hotels as even the cheap and acceptablr alternatives for me are too expensive and not value for money anymore

On the way to airport, discussing with the uber driver, I understood what had happened. On thursday, 5 uber and 99 (other app similar to uber) drivers were called to a communidade (favella). It was a trap and 4 of them were tortured and killed. The 5th managed to escape. This action is supposed to be in retaliation of the fact that the mother of a drug dealer was sick and was to go to hospital, but no taxi or uber or 99 driver accepted the ride. So friday uber drivers demonstrated in Salvador to demand increased safety and blocked the main avenues. Many cars even until sunday were painted with the word "luto" (mourning) on the glasses. While looking for the criminals, police investigated the favela and killed 2 criminals (one of them supposedly involved in the crime) and one innocent ... Terrible and sad story

https://thethaiger.com/hot-news/tourism/tourist-numbers-down-40-compared-to-last-year-and-last-year-was-bad-pattaya-2

Me on my LT with Mr. Perfect Guy, I did not leave my hand 2 his m*nh**d, so I check it all the time, haa haa

Praia do Porto da Barra. Farol. Disappointing. Overcrowded on a saturday. Little eyecandy.

hi there Numazu. thanks for effort, write about nightlife in bkk. my last visit to bkk is last year july. as i read yours, now im updated a bit. my favourite place to visit is tawan and arena. tawan, during my previous visit, only few keep in shape. others look like fat/bulky offseason. i wonder what tawan look like currently? hope the cap guy mamasan still there. he always ask me to pick some men, dont want see me 'empty handed' go back to hotel.

Hotel rate increases are not nearly commensurate with Airbnb and similar platform rate increases that are astronomical during Christmas-Réveillon and Carnival weeks. The hotel room inventory is about 10-fold the volume of Airbnb, swelled way above needs-as-usual as a result of construction for World Cup and Olympics, and does not nearly reach 100% occupancy for Carnival. The lovely 4-star hotel I obtained for friends coming to visit in Nov 2017 (I had my fave small apartment nearby) is going for 3,000 reais total for 7 nights Feb20-27, about 15-20% more than I paid for that low-season period two years ago. Adjusting for currency depreciation in my favour, closer to 25% more for a national. While Airbnb owners inflate their profits twice a year due to demand, hotels seem content with the bottom line of much higher occupancy during those periods. I am sure you can find rate outliers with exorbitant increases, though, and you may need to be flexible about location.

Feira de Sao Joaquim. African market Fishes, dried shrimps, meat, fruits, vegetable, articles for candomblé, medicinal herbs, small bars and restaurants, ... you can find everything there. No tourists. For those of you (as me until recently) who always wandered how to make juice from caju, thinking that this nut was coming from the ground, you can see in this market caju fruits. Brazilians cut the fruit into slices and eat slices with some salt and cachaca. Worth trying. No risk of becoming addicted !

Got some questions at SGT, will copy answer to here as well: Here is problem: as I mention above, I receive about 50% of offers "to practice English", so I don't accept offers from "masseurs"... That why I wrote only about "asking prices".- I don't hire moneyboys since I have enough offers from students.for free, moreover - I even don't initiate contacts - just waiting for offers. Some additional info: under the same filters "online with photo below 30 yo" in Hornet was about 5-10 boys on the distance 5 km. Some photos were clearly marked by "watermark" "massage boy". At Romeo "below 30 and with photo" was only 3 accounts, from which only 1 sometimes was online. Few additional details about trip what worth to mention: - just 1.5 months ago in Da Nang opened "spa for men" HPL. with reception, changing room, shower and sauna on the first floor, shower, recreation and private cabins with sofas on second floor and massage room on third floor. Will write about it later. - in the center of the city is located coffeehouse "Highland coffee" what very visible is cruising spot: a lot of guys are sitting there and waiting for meetings. First contact they make via Blued right in shop.. - Blued has internal translator, so communication is possible even when guy doesn't speak English at all - most of visible photos in accounts are fake, for to get real photo you should ask - never agree on videochats in Blued with person whom you don't know - they will try to turn chat into cybersex and then will sell this video to pornsites (it is good idea to setup Blued to accept videocalls only from persons whom you follow) Now I'm in Saigon.

I wish you luck and I'd do the same even if you forget about whole gay thing. Simply Silom has much better transport options because it's more centrally located. Only thing Kao San is better positioned it's Grand Palace but now with new MRT / underground / line passing by Wat Po it's easy to get to that area even from Silom, going by river may take bit longer but it much more scenic

@KevinC : A lot of guys could avoid substantial guess work if they just researched the country they plan on visiting beforehand. This forum has been an excellent resource for me and I always try to help out fellow travelers in need. Unfortunately, many guys don't take full advantage of the information provided by the pioneers here who take time out of their busy schedules to educate us. Guys like Snwbrdr015 are part of the reason that I mustered the courage to travel for pleasure internationally. I'm thankful that this forum exist and I'm grateful to all the guys who so willingly share their experiences here for all to learn from.

INTRODUCTION: Whenever I travel abroad, I like to visit the well known tourist attractions, sites and enjoy nature. However...one needs relaxing too right. That's when I like to try out, how I call it, the ' local cuisine'. I'm a 39 yo guy from Holland, I love to travel and I have a healthy appetite for sex. I consider myself a true versatile and see this as my good fortune: you get to taste a variety of flavors :-). In this post I'd like to share some of my adventures in Colombia and doing so, share information for others to enjoy. It's all genuine experiences, feel free to comment. SAFETY: Hearing more and more positive stories on Colombia, recent changes for peace and safety in the country and the stunning beauty of all these Colombian webcam boys, led me to believe that this was the time to check it out myself. I plannend a three week trip to Colombia in which I would visit Bogotá, Medellín and Cathagena. Since I was never in Colombia before, I thought it was a good idea to start of in the popular cities before heading out to the more rural parts of the country. If you read the reports on the internet regarding safety, street crime and violence you get pretty anxious. So was I the forst two days. Afterwards I relaxed more and I can now say: you'll be be all right. It's perfectly safe als long as you go by some basic rules. First: stay in the safe areas (there is enough info on google), don't go to infamous neighborhoods, only take a little cash when you go out and don't wear or carry obvious valuables (e.g. watches, iPhones, jewelry). I always put some emergency money in my shoes for when a pickpocket gets me. When I needed my phone, I used it discrete and I kept it in a hidden pocket. Secondly: don't walk the streets after dark, take a taxi using the different apps. My favorite was Uber: safe, documented and no cash involved. Loved it. Last: be aware of your surroundings, don't leave your drink unattended. Basically these rules should be applied by every visitor in every city in the world I think. Once these rules were in my system, I started to enjoy the place! Besides that I rented my private apartment which gave me a very secure feeling and, subsequently, a place to play when needed :-) SEX (Grindr): Latinos. You heard the stories: great bodies, macho, big dicks and always horny. Trust me...they're all true! These guys are horny all the time and insatiable. First thing we all do in a new place? Check out Grinder. Dear readers: if you switch on your Grindr in Colombia, it lights up like a fucking Christmas tree! After 10 minutes I had over 12 conversations going of which 8 were promising.And remember, this was roughly at noon. The guys are straight to the point, so it's easy to filter out the 'prepagos' (rent boys). Young, old, big, small, top, bottom...the choice is overwhelming. In Bogotá I agreed to meet this nice 24yo in a public place: Juan Valdez Coffee (Starbucks eat your heart out, this is real Colombian coffee!) still a little weary on safety of course. Speaking Spanish is helpful, but this fine specimen was fluent in english. From a well of background, eager to meet a foreigner. In fact, being a visiter is a plus, because these horny young men are extra eager to meet you since its more discrete for them. He was late, but when he came walking down it was worth the waiting: 1.78, dark hair, lean, slightly muscular even (foto's attached). After some chit chat the topic of sex came up. His dick grew in his jeans. I mean, from where I was sitting I could see it. He noticed me checking his package, so he gently took my hand under the table an placed it on his bulge. My jaw dropped. He was rock hard and looked at me with a smile whilst give me the sexiest wink ever! I looked around, but we were fine. He then proposed me to go to a Motel, which is a nice name for a fuck shack. They are very common in Latin America, since most of the families live in packed apartments with no room for privacy. Now you understand even better why these guys are so eager... Keep in mind, this was my first day in Bogotá so I was till a little on edge! But hey, why not. I felt safe, it was daytime and he looked ok. Off we went in an Uber and ended up in Calle 58, This is where the great club Theatron is situated. We got a room, no questions asked. The staff know why you are there, it's their business model, so really, they don't give a shit. We locked the room and without any delay this horny fuck puppy starts kissing and undressing. He reveals a body to die for. Your typical toned twenty-something type of body like the ones you wank to on PornHub. He then took his jeans down and stripped his brief. A big cock jumps out to freedom. Not a curve, just a straight 21cm, rock hard monster with a shiny head. He guided my head down to his cock. This friendly guy turned macho. 'You want it?' he asks looking down on me. Sure! This guy knows his stuff: it's not romance, it's pure porn. After a while he returns the favor and then asks me if he can fuck me. Sure again! I ask him to be gentle and, the gentleman he is, he enters with care. OMG, this guy knows his stuff! Later on I discover that having sex is like a second nature to Colombian boys. They start early and know their shit. Anyway, tenderness is over and mr. 'I'm-24-and-I-have-lots-of-energy' starts pounding me like a pro. His sweaty ball slap agains me. First on my back, then doggy. I ask to switch positions again, because I love to watch this sweaty hunk work out as he fucks me. I can only take so much, but before I can ask him to ease down, he pull out and takes of his condom. Wow. His unloads 5 times, hits my face with his cum shower three times. I was drenched and came right after. The smile on his face was one with pride. We cleaned up and got dressed and left the motel. On the street we both went our separate way and I was amazed how casual it all went. Colombia promised to be interesting...and so it would turn out to be as there are more stories to tell. ;-)

@bobbalino : I look at it a little differently. My family was also poor but happy growing up. However, I swore to myself that I would never be poor again! I make a middle class income now and because I live by myself I can indulge in the upper-middle class vices of foreign travel and great sex with gorgeous young guys. I save money like a maniac because I know that I may end up taking care of myself in my old age and would like someone young to keep me warm at night I view my hobby as a charitable mission. The amount of time and effort these guys put into their bodies should be rewarded! I have age, experience and resources. The guys have youth, great bodies and hungry mouths to feed or school expenses. I will gladly help to put food on the table, a cell phone in hand or tuition to rest for a guy who is willing to share his body and time with me. In fact in my excel budget that section is journaled as "Goodwill". The elders of the community must take their responsibility seriously otherwise I would just work all day and save a lot of money. The mundanes have "Toys for Tots" we should have "Toys for Twinks" or "Gifts for Garatos". I am doing my part to support the youth and I can safely assume that everyone on this board has chipped in as well!

If you are questioning even taking a trip as a grown man to Brazil or South America, I strongly suggest you start off someplace that will be easy for you and wont take you too far out of your comfort zone.... Puerto Rico...decent looking guys, American dollars used....a great place for a first timer who is trying to get his feet wet Columbia, you need to be fairly attractive or have money...Bogota was great and there are tons of very hot Colombians..Grindr did me well there Costa Rica....very safe, decent looking guys....many speak some English DR, to me, is the poor mans Brazil and you should know basic Spanish...not the safest of the countries but a great bargain and close to the states...can find man cheap dates and the middle class boys use the Apps.....the working boys hang around the Conde Brazil....Paradise for me...quality, quantity, location, beaches, food, did I mention the quality and quantity...I have never had any problems except once when I was smoking weed and the police officer took it away and told me it was a no no...Plenty of hotties in the saunas, streets, beaches and apps but if you aren't confident and comfortable, its not a good option... If you have to take somebody with you to help with being comfortable, that is the reason why you shouldn't go....

I just realized that I didn't give any kind of report. I had a blast in Mexico City or CDMX. Yes, compared to Colombia the quantity of quality of the guys is not as great however, if you're into into brown boys you should be fine. I was able to find good guys to accompany me every day and never had an empty bed unless I wanted one. I relied solely on the apps and in one case direct cruising to get my guys. Just let put $$$ in your profile and your phone will literally light up. I was constantly getting offers for massages and in one case was even able to buy poppers from a guy advertising on Grindr. I was able to get an Uber from the airport to my Air B & B around 1500. I chose a small modern 2 bedroom place near the Insurgents Metro. The guy I met on Hornet was waiting for me outside as we had arranged with the poppers that I retested. Once I checked in with the security guard we went upstairs and immediately got to business. I had planned to have someone else over that night but, I was so satisfied that I allowed him to accompany me all evening and spend the night. He left after breakfast the next morning. I went out seeing museums by myself, I currently speak rudimentary Spanish so I'm not afraid to take the Metro by myself. If you are not comfortable taking public transportation both cabs and Uber are plentiful. I had another guy join me in Zona Rosa as I was finishing dinner at the Regios restaurant, he spent the night as well. The next day at lunch at a small taco stand I was cruised by a great guy with a fantastic ass. He hardly spoke any English but after a brief introduction he followed me to my apartment for what was probably the best sex I had during my stay. That night after a long day of seeing museums I had a guy come over for some quick fun, I didn't feel like company that night so I sent him home. The next day a college guy with serviceable English came over for fun and then accompanied my as I went to museums. We had lunch at Loma Linda and took an Uber back to the apartment. I sent him home so that my evening date could come over, that guy spent the night. I packed up and left the apartment around 1300 the next morning. This was a short trip to test the waters and my memory is a bit fuzzy however, CDMX certainly gets a passing grade as far as action in my book. I relied mostly on the apps and casual guys. I never gave the guy more that 500 pesos. There are model looking guys that were asking for 1500 pesos on Grindr but, I never took advantage as I had managed to line up enough serviceable casual guys to keep me very busy. Next time I go I will definitely try more night life. I hear that some of the bars can get really crazy! I have attached a sampling of what's available in CDMX, some I accompanied me and some are models who I passed on. CDMX is a huge city with a lot of things to keep any tourist busy!

PART III CASUAL STREET TRADE. So if one is done wondering around in a new town and visiting the main sites, what's next? Exactly, just sit down, watch the street life passing by and enjoy the occasional eye candy. It was exactly this what I was doing after a nice walking tour in down town Medellin one afternoon (the free walking tour is recommended! Simply check TripAdvisor for details). I was staying in the Poblado area since I was a novice to Medellin; this is a very laid back and secure option. So Parque Poblado was my hangout so to say. A small park with nice trees that provide the necessary shade. There are public benches scattered throughout the park. A few of them overlook the intersection and church entrance which made it the perfect place fore people watching. Several benches were occupied, but on this one bench only one guy was sitting. He was skinny college guy, around twenty years old, playing with his phone. His rucksack stood next to him and out of politeness he moved it a little closer next to himself in order to create more space on the bench. He gave me a shy, roguish smile as I sat down. As I was relaxing he kept on fiddling with his phone. I incidentally looked passed him, turning my head in his direction. He made sure I couldn't see his screen. Hmmm, what was going on here? Now, dear readers, I must admit the fact, that I have the worst gaydar thinkable. I need my straight friends to point out 'members of my team' when we go out! But the way this guy was fiddling whit that phone gave me a thought. So, 'What the hell, why not...', I take out my phone and open Grindr. As the app opens, I casually place the phone on my lap, the screen in his full view. In the app I spot a guy 5 meters away...hmmm. The photo is not clear, so I'm not sure it's him. What I am sure off is that he sees I've opened the app, that he recognizes the app and that he still sits on that bench, hehe. So next thing I'm showing the profile picture of this guy who should be very close by and ask him if it's him. He smiles. Yes! After that we use Google Translate for our conversation. He tells me he is waiting for the bus to take him to another part of town. As I ask him why he doesn't take a taxi, he says the bus is cheaper and the taxi expensive. In a brave moment I say to him: 'I could think of a way for you to earn an extra tip that makes us both happy...' OMG, I can't believe I just did that. But I don't regret, he agrees without hesitation, the little slut. My AirBnb is close by and has a private entrance. Love it this way. It's only a 3 mins. walk. This college dude seems all right, I feel perfectly safe. He is very shy even, but nevertheless he follows. He feels ok to go with a foreigner I guess. Once in my apartment he is still a little shy; communication is difficult due to the language barrier. But as he unbuttons his jeans, no talking is needed. What is it with these Colombians that they are always big, hard and ready for a fuck?? This is your typical 'Skinny-boy-big-dick' case. I was in for a good fuck; I really thought this shy boy was bottom. He turns out to be top...and he is gentle. He knows he has a big tool and really takes care. After a few strokes this shy boy lets loose the beats inside. He starts pounding away, really enjoying himself. He is kissing me and pounding me working a sweaty body. I asks for his 'leche' and he nods, still pumping my ass. He pulls out, rips away the condom and massive loads shoot from from his tool. This shy boy is not shy anymore. After we clean up I give him his well earned taxi money. His reaction? More than pleased...he doesn't need that much!! What a sweet guy. We both go outside and I invite him for a beer, which he gladly accept. We have a great time and our ways part as he goes in a taxi. I go home to give my ass a rest. God I miss Colombia ;-). (Yes, it's his Grindr picture :-) )

PART II CABINAS. These are genuinely my personal experiences. After some research on the internet I learned about this phenomenon called 'Cabinas'. A Cabina refers to a internet café kind of setting, with private cubicles. In these cubicles you have a computer to surf the web in private *wink, wink*. The reports I read were promising. Apparently it's very cruisy, a lot of action is going on and there are glory holes. I'm always in for some action and adventure and a slightly sleazy atmosphere doesn't hold me back, hell, it's inviting haha! One particular report was written by a guy who went into this -as he thought- internet café only to find out he was in porn heaven. What more encouragement does one need, right? The place is called Boys Online in Bogota. It was 16.00 so I walked up there. As I entered I was greeted by this twink in his early twenties. Slim body, some tatoo's and a cocky expression in his face. Although my Spanish is shit, I explained him that I wanted to use the internet in a cubicle. By now he realized that I was new to town, so he made sure that I he understood me. With a serious face: 'So...errr...you want to use the internet...?'. 'Si!', I responded, and I gave him a cheeky wink. Now a smile came over his face and he started laughing. I got the key to a cubicle in the back, nr. 9. I noticed the was a second floor too. A thuggish kind of guy was leaning against the staircase, checking me out. I felt excitement, obviously. 'How does this work?!?!', I was thinking. I closed the cubicle and logged on. In the browser some gay porn websites were pre-opened. Good start. As I was in the cubilcle, I noticed two hatches on each side. I opened one an it gave me a view in the adjacent cubicle. Aha...so this is how it works. The moment I wanted to close the hatch, the adjacent cubicle door opens and this random guy comes in; just a regular guy you run into in the streets everyday, but hey...I'm open minded and not picky. And he is latino, so he has a natural hotness over him :-). I decided to leave the hatch open...so does he on his side... As I'm peeking through I really got exited, because this guy is watching porn and starts to unbuckle. Me leaning over forward, peeking through the glory hole our eyes meet and lock. He then decides to stand up and lo and behold, a thick Latin cock is in his hand. He moves over to the hole in the side of the cubicle and sticks his mighty cock through. I willingly comply and start sucking this stud off. After some time he decides it's enough for now and pulls back. He whispers something like 'después, más tarde', later more...Hmmm, ok. I got time. Suddenly there's a discrete knock on the door. I unlock and the reception boy steps casually into my cubicle and smiles. Seeing him in full view now I'm quite impressed. He is a looker, this slim, sexy twink boy. He wants to make sure everything is all right as he looks at the porn on my screen. He then explains me that there is an intranet that allows you to chat between the cubicles. Aaaah, now I see. This is how you connect! He opens a dialogue window with his reception computer to explain me. After that he goes off. I walk around a bit. There 5 other costumers, 4 of which I like. All different ages, most of them in their twenties. They seem to smell the fact that I'm a 'visitante', a visiter from outside Colombia. This stirs the macho hunter in them; the flirting is great. I decide to go slow, and first find out what the unwritten rules are here. I discover a larger cubicle without a door, but instead a curtain. Behind it the light is dim. A guy is on his knees with this thug in front of him. This stud, I guess in his late twenties, places his hand on the head of the guy kneeling in front and starts face-fucking him. At first I didn't see it so well, because of the lack of light. But know I realize this stud just keeps looking me straight in the face as he slides his cock in and out this other guys mouth. Quite an alpha way of doing it. Although tempting, I leave them to it. To much to discover here! Back in my cubicle is see that I have messages in my dialogue screen. It's the receptionist using google translate. He likes me and is horney...would I be willing to help him out? I like a variaty of types, and this cocky twink is definitely hot as fuck. So he tells me to go to cubicle nr. 2, close to the entrance. I discretely leave my nr. 9 and go to nr. 2. I close the door and wait. The door of cubicle nr. 3 opens and he is in there. Then he walks out again and I can hear him speaking to a costumer, just around the corner. Now I understand; from his particular cubicle he can peek to the reception to watch over it. Smart little fucker. After a few minutes he comes back again and within second this young boys cock eagerly sticks through the glory hole. I start blowing him and he tastes great. He starts thrusting this young cock through the hole. Once again the latin cock lives up to its name: this slim twink is relatively big. He suddenly pulls back and as I peek through the hole, I see him wank his rod ferociously. 'Quiero tu leche', I whisper...it translate into: I want you milk :-). He doesn't hesitate and sticks his dick back through. I wank this cutie's cock and feel it harden in my hand. A thick cumshot flies over my shoulder, a second one hitting me on the side of my face. After a few gusts he slowly pulls back. I hear him moan on the other side.Good. Job well done haha. I clean myself up and after a few minutes I come out the cubicle. A guys sees me come out and smiles whilst grabbing his obvious bulge. But I decide I have enough for my first visit. At the reception I pay for my internet use (yeah right) and as I voluntarily tip the guy for 'provided service' (no mention of money was made before hand) he looks at me with a satisfied grin on his face. He then explains me, using Goorgle translate, that he is happy tot visit my apartment for a good fuck session. Only for a small fee. So he is a working boy too. Good to know, I'll bet he is an athlete in bed, we swap numbers. What a young stallion. After this, I visited several Cabinas both in Bogotá and Medellín (just Google them -Gay Cabina-; I couldn't find one in the old centre of Cartagena) and I was never, never ever, disappointed. I later learned that there is more going on than your average blow job. Fuck sessions, gang bangs, rentboys available, everything goes. Yes really, these Colombians are insatiable. But that's another story.

Day 14.5: The Thai Boy and the Thai Man So I am in Tong’s arms. He likes sleeping on his back, with my head on his chest, with his left arm around my neck, touching my left shoulder. We fall asleep this way, his ample size engulfing my own. Nothing like a late afternoon siesta after sex to get you ready for the night. I set the alarm for 7 PM in case Thai Boy (TBoy), the vomitous 19-year-old from from last night, Lines me to tell me he is at the condo. Alarm comes and I wake up. I let Tong sleep. I put on underwear and go to the living room area and look at my phone. I message TBoy on Line to check up on him. He replies in 5 minutes saying he is on the Baht Bus now. OK good that’s not too bad. I play around with my phone for a while and then I get a Line from Cambodia Boy: He’s a sweet guy. TBoy might have told him he was going to the condo. He might have wanted to come but that’s just too many boys. I assure him that he will come with me to BKK tomorrow. Right now I need to focus on the boys that I do have. Soon I get a Line message from TBoy saying he is at the lobby. I put on clothes and head down to the lobby. I see him sitting at one of the couches and he stands up when he sees me. He looks nice today. Dressed in a blue jacket and white shirt, with trendy skinny jeans and boots. And tall (I did say he was tall right?). He’s probably one of the skinniest guys I’ve offed in Thailand, but I did love what I saw last night, even with the vomit and all that. I ask him if he was OK and hope he wasn’t too hungover. He said he had “bad”, pointing to his head, this morning but now feels better. I explain to him that Tong is here for the night, but I wanted to keep my promise and want to meet him as well. I tell him a little bit about Tong (he is also Thai, about Tawan, tell him Tong is big – gesturing with my arms to show Tong has big muscles). His English is about the same level as Tong. We get to the condo and before going in any further I shout out “Tong? TBoy is with me.” Tong says “OK!” Tong is sitting up on the bed looking at his phone, with the covers covering him up to his chest. I make introductions, they speak in Thai for a bit. I tell them I’m getting ready for dinner. I wash my face, brush my teeth and fix my hair. Tong wraps a towel around his waist (modest for strangers?) goes to the bathroom next to do more or less the same. I make small talk with TBoy. He seems to be in great sprits tonight. Smiling and laughing and all that. Tong emerges and puts on some clothes. I ask Tong if we are going to drive to dinner. He says yes, no problem. And off we go to the parking level. Tong gets to his SUV and starts it. We wait for him to pull out of his parking spot a little bit. I get in the passenger's side and TBoy gets in the back. As Tong pulls out of the condo complex, I ask him what he wanted to eat. He says maybe we can go back to the Royal Garden Plaza Mall and eat at Sizzler. I think to myself, that is an odd choice, but sure, why not. I tell TBoy that we are going to Sizzler and he says “OK.” I would never choose to eat at a Sizzler when I am in the U.S., so I am not an expert if the Thai version is the same as the American version. Not sure why I have avoided it all this time, but sitting down at the restaurant and looking at the menu I think, this is not too bad. I guess the concept is you have to choose a main dish, usually a steak, chicken or some pork thing, and then you have access to the salad bar, which had the usual salad items and some soup, and some dessert items as well. I ask Tong if he has been here before and he says yes when he was last in Pattaya about 3 or 4 years ago for a contest. I ask TBoy and he says it is his first time. The menu is in Thai and English, but the giant pictures of the food pretty much show you what your selections are. I get a pig thing, Tong gets a steak thing, and TBoy gets a fish thing. After ordering food and drinks we make our way to the salad bar. I explain to TBoy how this works and he follows my lead. We have pleasant conversation over dinner. I am outnumbered by the Thais but they were courteous enough to speak in English. They are both from Isaan and they explain to me the relative distances of their home villages were from each other. They tell me how poor their families are and what crops their families farm (mostly rice and some vegetables, chickens and cattle etc). I ask why choose Bangkok for Tong, Pattaya for TBoy. They said the same thing, they knew someone there in the business and decided to try their luck. I find the similarities in their stories interesting, and somewhat sad. How many more similar stories do countless of other Thai boys have? But the similarities end there though. Tong and TBoy are as different to each other as anyone else in the restaurant. Tong is straight, dark-skinned, giant muscles, and shorter (my height). TBoy is gay, lighter-skinned, Pattaya skinny and tall for a Thai guy (around 5’10 or 1.78 meters). I marvel at how diverse my taste in men is. But they are not so different in temperament. They are both laid-back, talkative, and sweet. They look at me in the eye when they speak to me. They are both funny and laugh easily. And they are not stingy with giving me smiles, they embody the “Land of Smiles” moniker that the country has (not sure the Thai people really use this moniker to describe their country, or its just some contrived thing some farang thought up, someone tell me). We are about to finish dinner and TBoy goes to the bathroom. I take this chance to tell Tong how tonight is going to go down. I tell Tong that I want to have fun with TBoy by myself, and ask him if this was OK. He says this was fine. I tell him he can do whatever he wants with the time, I only need an hour. He thinks about it and TBoy comes back and sits down. Tong says he wanted to do cardio today and wanted to see if he can use the condo gym to do it. I tell him I am not sure what the hours are for the gym tonight but he is more than welcome to use it. He tells me that’s what he wanted to do when we go back. He does tell me he doesn’t have any gym clothes with him. I tell him, hey, we are in a mall, so we can find him some clothes. My pork thing is huge and I only eat a quarter of it. Tong and TBoy finish their plates, and have room for dessert as well. I am done and wonder where their appetites come from. Tong mentions to waiter to put my uneaten pork thing in a doggy bag. Maybe they will be hungry later? I pay up, it all costs 1700 baht. Not bad for a big meal for three. I remember buying some good sports gear in the 2nd floor sports store. Tong says he only needs a sleeveless shirt for the gym. As he looks for a shirt, I tell TBoy if he sees something he likes I can probably buy it for him. He likes this idea and starts looking as well. As I peruse the merchandise, Tong comes back to me says that he is not seeing any XLs or XXLs that are nice. He gets help from a salesgirl. He talks to her in Thai and she takes him to a side of the store that had more sizes. He finds two XLs that look drab and gray. I find a blue one that looks nice. I give it to him and he says it is a Large. I tell him to try it on anyway. He goes to the fitting room to change and asks me to be close by to get my opinion. He goes into the fitting room and 20 seconds later opens the door. He tells me to come in and he is wearing the size Large blue one. It fits him but it looks like its been painted on him. It hugs his body and shows every curve, nipple and muscle fiber in his body. He says it is no good, I tell him, it looks good to me! He laughs and he says, it is ok for you but not for me. He goes back in and changes to one of the gray ones. It fits him elsewhere well but the chest is a little tight. I ask him if he likes it, he says yes but wishes the chest wasn’t tight. He asks the saleslady for an XXL (Ek-Ek-El). Tong tries it on and this is acceptable. I take it from him to pay for it. 500 baht. TBoy goes up to me with a pair of gym shorts he found. 600 baht. I find this reasonable and pay up with my Visa. Tong and TBoy are nearby, whispering in Thai, maybe talking about me and my intentions for both of them tonight, and maybe even how I am as a customer. It’s 10:30 PM. We make our way down to parking and head on back to the condo. I hold Tong’s left hand while he is driving. We get to the room and Tong asks if he should go to the gym now. I say sure but I tell him to check the fitness room hours first because I don’t think it is open late. He says to not worry about it. I give him a copy of the key card to the condo and tell him to come back anytime. He said he was going to call me if he was coming back. He is very considerate. TBoy goes to the bathroom and starts the shower. Tong then disrobes down to his briefs to change to gym clothes. I think about asking Tong to stay when I see his magnificent brown body but I decide against it. Tong smiles at me and I ask for a hug and he gives it to me. He puts on his new shirt, and some shorts and gym shoes. He leaves and I wait for TBoy to finish. It takes him a while to finish (shower, toothbrush, some more showering, gargling, some more water), but eventually he comes out wrapped in a towel and smelling wonderful. His skinny, lighter skinned body is a sharp contrast to that of Tong’s, but right now, I’ve forgotten about Tong because TBoy is looking mighty sexy. I shower quickly but thoroughly. I remember how much I liked TBoy last night, making out with him and being close to him, before the vomit. That seems like something that happened long ago. I come out and see TBoy drinking a water in the living room he got from the fridge. He smiles at me. I go to him and peel off his towel, sit him down on the couch and start putting his cock in my mouth. I do this for a while, helping TBoy relax. I do this for a while. I scoop him up in my arms and carry him to the bedroom (he’s heavier than I thought but I make it). He starts laughing and giggling. I toss him down on the bed and I join him for kisses. Kiss, lick, suck, rim. He is fun loving and playful. He takes time sucking me and knows how to do it. I ask him if I can fuck him now. He says yes and I point to the condom and lube. He takes a condom and hands it to me. I unwrap, put it on my cock. He puts lube on it and his ass. I tell him to sit on it. He does and it slides in easily. He bounces up and down, making some moaning noises, smiling the whole time. I adjust, take my right hand to his back and lay him down while I am still inside him. He is tremendously flexible and takes me like a champ. I kiss him the rest of the time while thrusting, taking advantage of how bendy he is. Soon, I shoot, completely spent, and lay there for a while with his legs up in the air still. I pull out and laugh. I ask if he can cum as well. He obliges and starts chuck-wowing. It takes him a while but I try to encourage him with an exploratory lick here, a suck to his nipple there. I like seeing this exertion, and I appreciate the effort. He shoots explosively. Cum is everywhere. It gets in his hair and face. He laughs and shocked that he gets some on his face. I tell him it’s on his hair too. He lets out a big WOW and laughs some more. I let him shower. It takes him a while again but he has lube up his ass and cum all over so it’s understandable. I wipe down my cock and any stray cum on me. When he’s done I shower quickly. I come out and he is still naked and on his phone. I give him a kiss. I ask him if he is OK and he says yes. I tell him I will text Tong to let him know we are ready for him. He says it is OK and asks me if he needed to stay tonight. I tell him no it will just be me and Tong tonight. He says OK in a neutral voice, no hint of disappointment or joy. I was just looking to enjoy Tong the rest of my time with him before going back to BKK tomorrow. I text Tong and he replies quickly and says he is on his way back to the condo. TBoy and I puts on clothes and start small talk. He says he hopes more customers come because it’s been slow the last few weeks. He says it was great when he was starting and there were a lot of customers over Songkran, but now, at early July, Jomtien doesn’t have a lot of customers, and online hasn’t been as busy. I ask him where he gets his most customers from, online or the bar, he says “Same-same”. I give him 1700 baht for his time and effort, he Wais in thanks. I give him a kiss. Tong arrives and he is very sweaty. I ask him if he went to the gym, he says no and just walked around for cardio. He says tomorrow morning he wants to go to the gym and suggests we go together to work out. I tell him that’s an excellent idea. He and TBoy say some words in Thai and then Tong goes to the bathroom to shower. TBoy says he will go now and I accompany him to the lobby. I tell him I appreciated the second chance and hopefully I can see him in future trips. I mean this. It seems that there is much more to this kid, and I want know more. Back at the condo, I settle down and Tong comes out in a Superman t-shirt and lounge shorts. I have photos but don’t want to show them here. I make myself comfortable as well. It is past 12 midnight and we spend the rest of the night just cuddling and talking. There is a time for a night of partying and frolic, and there is a time for quiet and calm.

Day 14: Tale of Two Malls Interesting footnotes to last night’s craziness. When Cambodia Boy (CB) and I were done with sex last night I looked at my phone and saw one missed call, from Khmer Kid (the kid I picked on while drinking), and a series of messages from another boy I had the drinks with. I am guessing maybe TBoy told them about the non-off (presumably all the boys are living in the condos above the bar) and they thought to contact me to perhaps be the third. Not sure if this was the case, but a coincidence nevertheless. I wake up at 9 AM, my head pounding with a horrible hangover. Its been a while since I’ve drank this much, and I am paying for it now. I get up and pee some of the alcohol away. I drink TWO small bottles of water, and take two Tylenol PMs to help with getting more sleep and the headache. Fast forward to 12 PM. I feel better, the headache is gone, and CB is up and playing with his phone. I say good morning, he takes his phone away and cuddles with me. I like these parts. Then I suddenly remember what is happening today. I ask CB if he was hungover. He said he was perfectly fine, and said he is used to drinking a lot. I suggested breakfast/lunch soon. We both shower and get ready to eat. I notice that I have used all eight full sized towels that the condo had, so I put them all in the washer and washed them before we go. Lots of boy remnants and cum in those towels. We took the Baht Bus to Central Festival Mall. We get to basement level and get a variety of food to refuel from the busy night before. We were both really hungry. I appreciate how attentive and considerate CB has been so far. I think I am not ready to say goodbye to him just yet. With Tong, Tawan star, arriving today, I have got to figure out how. I tell CB what is happening next. I tell him Tong is arriving today. Instead of us crowding in my condo, I tell him to take the night off tonight while I deal with Tong. I tell him to go with me to BKK tomorrow, with Tong driving both of us. CB will be spending my last three nights in BKK. Since I promised DTG I would see him before I leave, I have to figure how to do that as well. So many boys, so little time. CB thanks me for wanting him for more days. I ask him if he wanted me to pay his tip now for the days I’ve had him. He says no need and I can give him his money in the end. During our meal, I get a call from Tong, telling me he is about to leave Bangkok and wanted to make sure we were still on. I tell him we are and just let me know if he was close. CB and I finish eating, and then he accompanies me back to the condo. We take the bus back to the condo and swing by the 7-11 to get more waters and snacks. CB helps me with the merchandise and up to the condo. He takes his things and tells me to Line him anytime today if I needed him, kisses me and leaves for the day. I dry the towels. I look at my phone and see some messages from DTG, Boy from Tawan, and TBoy from last night. I answer DTG with some cutesy emojis, ignore Boy, and say hi back to TBoy. I feel kind of bad for what happened last night. The combo of alcohol, CB’s weird aversion to TBoy, and the vomiting episode, just made for a bad situation. So I am a man of my word, and when TBoy responded to my Line I told him I will see him tonight. He asked what time, I told him possibly dinner or after. I told him I had another boy coming but can see him for sure. That other boy was Tong, of course. TBoy says OK and assures me a good time. I like redemption. Tong calls me and tells me he is about 30 minutes to Pattaya. I confirm with him that we are meeting at the Central Mall. I hurriedly clean up the place. Condom wrappers, snack wrappers, empty bottles of water, dirty clothes everywhere. Ive only been here two nights here and it looks like I trashed the place. I straighten up the linens and put in some clothes to wash in the washer. I decide to walk from the condo to Central Mall. It wasn’t too hot today to walk. I get there and no call from Tong so far. I window shop in the meantime with no intention of buying anything. Apart from buying the suits and shirts, this is not a shopping kind of trip. After 15 minutes, Tong calls, telling me that he just parked in the basement. I ask him where he was; he says he was just outside of the mall. I ask which side? He didn’t know, so he asks someone closeby and then responds to me “Second Rd”. I rush to Second Rd and do not see any sign of him. The Central Mall grounds by Second Rd was alive with people milling about, and some drinking in the makeshift bar in front of the mall. It would not be not hard to spot Tong, he is a giant muscular man. But no sign of him. I call him again, he says he is outside just waiting. I ask him are you at Central Mall? He says yes. I ask what stores did he see that were close to him? He takes some time to answer, probably looking for guidance from someone. He then responds “Sorry. No Central. I no sure.” After another pause he then says “I Loyun”. I ask “Loyun??” I have no idea where that fucking is. “Do you know Loyun?” I say no. I get frustrated. He pauses some more and then gets back on the phone and tells me to go find a mocy taxi and tell them to take me to “Loyun”. OK fine. I go to the mocy taxi row by Second Rd and talk to one of the cute mocy guy just standing there. I tell him just the one word “Loyun?” The driver then says “Loyun Garden Plaza?” Ahhhh, the "Royal" Garden Plaza Mall. This all made fucking sense now. I say yes, mocy says “60 baht?”, putting up 6 fingers. I agree, and did not want Tong to wait any longer. The driver gets on his mocy, I sit behind him, grab the bottom of the seat with my two hands, and hang on for dear life. The mocy taxi cuts through the mall to get to Beach Rd, and the driver barrels through Beach Rd. Speeding, dodging, weaving. I thought I was gonna die. The driver starts slowing down in front of the Royal Garden Mall, I tell driver “Second Rd?” He understood and goes through the courtyard where the Aya hotel is, and then hangs a left on Second Rd. The driver stops in front of the mall, I get him his 60 baht, and I run to the mall. I hate those fucking mocys. I go in the mall and I immediately see Tong in front of The GAP. He sees me and immediately walks toward me to meet me. He smiles sheepishly and gives me a big bear hug. He apologizes profusely for the confusion. He says the Royal Garden Plaza mall was the only mall he knew in Pattaya. He says he was here for a contest 3 or 4 years ago so he was familiar with this mall. I say it was OK and I am just glad he made it. I ask him what he wanted to do. He said it was too early for dinner, and he asked if I wanted to relax in the condo while we wait. He wanted to relax after the drive. I said for sure. I ask where was parking. He points to the Beach Rd side of the mall. We walk in that direction. We make small talk. He keeps a firm hand on the small of my back to guide me to our destination. We find the elevator. At basement parking he finds his big SUV (Sports Utility Vehicle). It’s a pretty impressive vehicle for a money boy. I wonder how he can afford such vehicle. Probably a rich benefactor? I don’t ask. I took pictures of his SUV but out of respect for Tong I will not post them here. Instead, to give you an idea of what kind of vehicle he drives, here is an image search: https://www.google.com/search?q=Thai+SUV&espv=2&biw=1279&bih=657&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiinY_xk_vNAhUW1mMKHdlWClgQ_AUIBigB#tbm=isch&q=Thailand+SUV I did comment on how I like his car and tell him what kind of car I owned back in America. He tells me he likes owning this car but it is a big cost to him. In retrospect, he tells me, he should’ve probably bought a condo in BKK. He says property appreciates in the value in Thailand, while cars depreciates in value (doing arrows thumbs up and down while he explains). I tell him at least you can go to nice road trips with this SUV. He says he usually uses it to go to Isaan. We leave basement parking and pay up at the guard shack for the parking. Tong says it is 10 baht but he pays with change in his console. We get on Second Rd and the traffic is not as bad. Pretty soon we are at the condo. We gets to the condo guard shack and I hand him the condo key card and he scans it at the sensor. It opens up the barrier and I am secretly glad it worked. I tell him where the building is and he hangs a left to the sign where it says parking. He finds a pretty good parking spot and starts to back in. He tells me to get out so I can get out of the car comfortably instead of squeezing out of it in the spot. He parks the car expertly. He takes his overnight duffel bag from the back and uses his car key fob to lock his car. We wait for the elevator. I look at him and he flashes me this big hopeful smile. I am going to have fun with this guy. We get to the room and he says he likes this condo building. He says it’s “Big and cute”. I ask if he wanted a tour. He says sure! So we get in and I orient him on the features of the room. He looks out of the window and admires the excellent view of Pattaya. I tell him, if you like views, you’ve seen nothing yet. I take him to the 44th floor and take him to the pool with the view. He is impressed with the view and takes some pictures with his phone. He then tells me if we could go into the pool to soak up for a little bit. I always wanted to do that sometime this trip so what better way to do than with Tong. We go back to the room and he starts disrobing to take a quick shower. In his briefs I see his amazing body and it reminds me of why I agreed to this meeting in the first place. He sees I was staring and tells me “Sorry I no gym today so no good,” as he points to his chest and biceps. He’s crazy. It’s a magnificently worked out body. Even not worked out it is still very very impressive. His naturally dark brown skin only accentuates the giant muscles. He smiles and then goes into the shower. When he finishes I do the same. Coming out of the shower I see a Line from TBoy. He is asking what time should we meet later. I ask Tong what time we can have dinner. He says maybe 7 or 8 will be good. I ask Tong if a boy can join us for dinner and company later. He says of course, no problem. So I tell TBoy to be at the condo around 7. I don’t know how this will all work out yet but I have an idea how its gonna play out. In the meantime we both wear our swim shorts and tank tops and make our way back to the 44th floor. Tong is bursting out of his tank top. He might as well be shirtless. I take two towels with us. We get there and we see one party of four Asians, three guys and a girl, also in the pool and taking selfies. We take off our singlets and toss them on one of the lounge chairs. We take a dip and the pool is a pleasant temperature. Tong is fairly impressed with the view and stares into the expanse of Pattaya. He dips and soaks for a while. I do some short laps (not really a pool for that though). I ask Tong if he gets to take a dip in pools once in a while. He says yes on occasion. He said last time he was in Pattaya he soaked in Jomtien beach with some buddies and a girl. Tong is a very sweet guy. His soft voice betrays his muscular, bull-ish profile. He smiles a lot, and when he talks he looks at you intently and makes sure you understand what he is saying. His English is passable, with some struggle, but can communicate effectively. After about 45 minutes we have had enough relaxing and leave the pool area. We dry off and make sure we are not dripping wet (there is a 2000? Baht fee if you are dripping wet in the elevator). We get back to the room and we both take off our wet swimsuits and wear our towels around our waists. I take mine and his wet ones and go out to the terrace and hang them to dry. He then asks me if I wanted to “relax.” I said sure!!! So he gets into the bathroom and starts showering. I shower next. It starts the same as the last time, with a massage. He does it without any oil or cream. He uses his ample weight to make the massage effective. He makes sure I can get a feel of his body while he does it. Some comments about how Tong has sex with his customers (or at least with me, your mileage may vary always, and goes without saying). For a straight and impossibly muscular guy, he kisses very passionately. It’s probably the best part I like about being with him. I get to be up close to him, feel his massive shoulders, chest, back and abs, and his way of extracting an erection out of me. He never sucks without a condom, but the feeling when he sucks is like there is no condom. He sucks very well, and does it longer than even other gay gogo boys out there. And his hand jobs to make me cum are very expertly done. He knows what buttons to push for sure. Its almost very “paint by numbers” how he does it, but he gets his result everytime: he gives me an explosive orgasm. That and the visuals are great, and feeling his massive body is greater, so no wonder the cumming part is very easy to get to. So I did cum, and it was awesome. And just like last time, we cuddle after sex. I toss the condom away and just lay with him. We sleep while we wait for dinner. To be continued

Day 11.5: If you think of happiness, think Tawan Captain comes back and hands me my drink. He then sits down with me and says that the boys think you look familiar. I tell him sure, I’ve been here a number of times before so they recognize me. He says no, I look familiar because I look like a Tawan guy who used to work there named “Siam”. I laugh, and ask him if that’s true. He says yes. Siam is back in Issan, and the boys find it funny that I look like him. I am uncertain if this is good or not. Captain then asks me what I wanted tonight. I tell him I wanted to off someone, that’s why I am early at the bar. Maybe too early, I tell him. He says yes, usually on a Monday night punters get there close to 10-10:30 PM. He says almost all the boys showing up tonight are here so I have my pick. He then tells me that they boys are only tops and no bottoms. I think I’ve talked to him before about this, and he needs to reiterate this to me. I said no problem, I just want to off a boy to admire him, and do other things. Tawan is actually the first gogo bar in Thailand I’ve ever visited. Back in 2014, having discovered the Gaythailand forum by chance and reading about other people’s experiences, I decided to give it a go during a work visit to Asia. The first visit was only 3 nights, and my first bar was Tawan. From what I’ve been reading, the bar is legendary. The thought of super muscular Thai guys in tight speedos available to be had for a short time for a fraction of what I would pay back home was super appealing. The relative anonymity of doing it in another country added to the thrill. I thought it be fun to try just once, offing a muscular guy, see what it’s like, and once that itch has been scratched I’ll move on. Little did I know it would lead to 9 more trips to Thailand, and offing more boys. My first off was in Tawan, and it was Phet, one of the cute younger boys in Tawan. Not as big as the average muscle guy in Tawan, I was attracted to his youth (Looks like early 20s), looks (super pretty boy), and style (sexy spiky hair, leather jacket and boots). The sex was ok, nothing to write home about, but it did lead me to the path to find the perfect off. To this day I've never offed anyone of the muscle gods in Tawan, it would always be the smaller boys that I off: Tiger, Bos?, and more recently Boy. I always think, one day, I’ll off one of the giant guys, but I never do. Till tonight. I ask the Captain what does #17 do in bed? Captain says he is a very nice boy. He can kiss, suck and be sweet. Sounds great to me. Since I remember from other posters that he is one of the stars in Tawan I immediately think he may be diva-ish, and expensive. I think about it and call him over. He makes his way to me and then the boys all laugh again and whistle. He sits next to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Since Tong, #17, is widely known here, here is a link to a pic of him: http://hotasianman.blogspot.com/2013/10/nathakorn-apsuwan.html I ask Tong, why are they laughing? He says that I look like Siam, and it’s weird that a Siam look alike will be his customer for the night. I tell him I hope that’s good news for me. He says it is fine. He thinks it’s going to be a good night for me, he said. He introduces himself as Tong, asks for my name and where home is (You look Chinese!). I ask him how old he is. He asks me back, how old do you think I am? I say maybe 26. He laughs and flashes that giant smile (cute braces), and says no, he is 30. I then say that he has the biggest muscles in the room. I ask why so big? He says he takes part in bodybuilding competitions, and was Mr. Thailand one time. I congratulate him on his achievements by touching his big bicep (as one does when in Tawan). I am quite surprised how easy he is to talk to. He is all smiling, laughing, touchy feely, fairly accomodating. I feel his body and it is a quite a spectacle. I feel his biceps and it bigger than most Pattaya boy’s waists. I feel his chest and he bounces them up and down. His thighs are the epitome of “trunk-like”. His skin is very smooth, a dark brown. I look back up to his face and it is still smiling. A classic Thai face. He reveals some braces. He says he’s had them for 3 years now and only needs 3 more months before they can be taken off. He is wearing barely there speedos that show some bush when he sits down. Quite a visual from a mountain of a man. He then asks what I like doing when I off boys. I explain to him that normally I look for all the bottoms in a bar and choose from there. I say it’s rare for me to off tops because I feel that they just lay there. I tell him that if I will off someone in Tawan, no fucking is necessary, but the kissing, touching, feeling and connection should be there. He says it is no problem, he thinks he can take care of me. I ask how much, he says 2500 baht short time. But he also can massage me before to get in the mood. I was expecting something more expensive and feel that this is cheap for a Tawan star that is as charming as him. I tell him to get some clothes on so I can take him home. He tells me give him 10 minutes because he wanted to eat something that the bar is serving. I tell him no problem I will just finish my drink. Captain sees that Tong is not by my side, I tell him I offed him. 400 for drink and 500 for off fee. No mention at all of getting drink for Tong. I like Tawan’s no pressure vibe. The captain is helpful when he needs to be, no upsells, no pressure. I look over to the lonely farang nursing his beer. I hope he gets out of his shell and offs someone soon, or at least talks to someone. I feel that he needs some encouragement. Captain sees me looking at farang and decides to chat him up. I hope captain helps him. Tong appears in a loose fitting tshirt and pants. His pecs perk straight up, and his giant ass fills out the seat of his pants. Impressive that he is wear loose fitting clothing but his pecs and ass are so big, they are super tight in his clothes. He puts his arm around my shoulder as we head out on Soi Tantawan towards Silom Rd. He is very chatty, telling me about Isaan and his poor father and how his money also goes to his family in Isaan. He says he does not go to the bar everyday, only when he feels like it and needs the money. Sometimes he goes back to Isaan and spends some time there with his family. He has a t-shirt business going on now, where he prints knock-offs of designer brands and sells them to Thais on Facebook. He hopes that one day his business takes off. He says he doesn’t mind working at the bar but he would prefer to not be there if he can afford it. He then asks me about why I go to Bangkok. I tell him about how often I go, hotels I stay at, working in Hong Kong, my wish to buy a condo in BKK and maybe Pattaya. He is quite interested in my ramblings, and asks follow-up questions that make it sound like he is interested. Sometimes he puts his arm around my waist, my shoulder, kisses my back. He is pretty good. We get to the room and we sit on the couch. We talk some more while I admire (touch) his body. We talk about Bangkok and Isaan. About Tawan and gogo boy life. He tries to tell me a word that he does not know in English. I whip out Google Translate in my iPhone. He does not know how to use it. I help him, he says his word and gets translated in English to “seduction”. He then asks about the app. What is that app? I say Google Translate. It’s funny that he has not used this app before. His English is good enough, sure, but still needs some help sometimes, at least when talking to me. Maybe with other customers he is not needed to talk much? I tell him I was going to Pattaya for a few days starting tomorrow to visit my tailor. He perks up, asks how I was going to get there. I tell him about PT Taxi and how I use them all the time to get me to and from Pattaya. He asks me to cancel it. He owns a car and offers to drive me there and stay with me the whole time I am in Pattaya. I am surprised, ask him are you sure? Sleep in my bed all the time? He says sure, enjoy me. Go out and get dinner and such? Sure. I tell him I intended on offing some boys there, he says no problem, he can leave the room when I am with them and come back after. Or he can join, my choice. I find this very tempting. I am surprised he’d offer to do this. I don’t want to ask him how much this is all gonna cost me, because I feel it is a lot, so as to not spoil the mood. We haven’t even done the deed yet, I don’t know if we are compatible in bed yet. I take off his shirt. Play around with his magnificent torso for a while, while talking about a lot of things. I kiss him, get up and take a shower. I get out of the shower and he is reclining in the couch, trying to work the TV. I help him to operate it, instead he takes off everything and heads to the shower. Magnificent body. He doesn’t take long and he heads over to the bedroom as I follow him there. He asks if we can watch some movie on TV. I say what? That’s not too sexy. He says no, it’s just for the massage part. He turns it off when the sex happens. I agree to this and it actually works out. I lay on my front and he massages my back, shoulders, thighs and feet. He puts his ample weight on my body and it feels great. I didn’t mind the TV because I was being lulled to sleep by his massage. He flips me over and works on my chest and arms. He then turns the TV off and works on my penis. He gets it hard then promptly puts his ass on top of my dick, simulating dry humping. He makes seductive noises, I jack him off. He ample presence is very impressive. Him grinding on my dick is a positive. Perhaps this is acknowledgement of me being a top? He grinds my dick some more and soon he is also hard. He lays down beside me and we kiss and generate excellent body contact. I put his dick in my mouth and give him pleasure like this. I lightly finger him, his ass is like a trap. It is just so big. Lots of body contact, admiring his body, kissing his face, eyes, mouth. I try to embrace him, his massive presence can’t be contained by the full length of my arms around him. He asks if I wanted to be sucked. I said yes. Condom OK? I say I don’t know, I don’t like getting sucked through a condom. He takes a condom from his bag, puts it on my dick, and then sucks. And sucks. And continues to suck. Is he enjoying this? I wonder. He’s doing a great job. He offers his dick and we 69. This is awesome. I am taken to near orgasm numerous times before he stops just in time. He asks if I wanted to cum, I say sure. He jacks me off expertly till I cum. He puts my condomed dick in his mouth one last time and I collapse. I get rid of the condom, we cuddle in bed. He turns the TV back on. He is OK with my exploring touches. He drifts to sleep at times. I just enjoy the moment. I barely notice the movie playing (The Hunger Games dubbed in Thai). After 45 minutes of cuddling he stands up and starts putting clothes back on. He asks for my phone and keys in his number, and tells me to call him if I wanted him to drive me Pattaya. I tell him that I do not want to cancel on PT Taxi, but still wanted to see him. I tell him to come the day before I leave Pattaya and we can hangout and have fun and go to a gogo bar, and the next day he can drive me back. I ask how much, he says for everything its 5000 baht plus the price of gas. I think about it: I get to spend time with him, sleep on the same bed, go out have a nice time, maybe tag team a boy, and then he drives me back to BKK. He has to drive the two hours to get to Pattaya and then again to drive me back. PT Taxi is 1100 baht one way to get me back to BKK. And I don’t get to hold their driver’s hand or give him kisses on the drive. For driving and longtime services I’d say this is a reasonable price. We discuss dates and times for Pattaya. I give him his 2500 baht short time. We kiss and I escort him down to be able to leave the condo. I go back to my room, thinking that first impressions really aren’t reality. I thought that was going to be an expensive diva, it turns out he is a really nice guy just trying to earn a few more bucks. I need to figure out a way to have Mr. Thailand drive me around somehow to or from Pattaya and still get some new boys to play with in Pattaya. My mind explodes thinking about all the possibilities. I love Thailand.