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I thought it was the cock and ass that affected your throat, you inventing new excuses for next time 😁

are we allowed nudes in this thread?

King Bhumibol Adulyadej welcomes Queen Elizabeth to the Kingdom in 1996. Two of the longest serving monarchs in history will be long remembered for service to country above self. (Photo from The Nation)

Try Rainbow Railroad. They help GLBT people in danger escape to safer countries https://www.rainbowrailroad.org/request-help It's a great organization that I've been donating to monthly for several years

No one needs me to point out that friendship is a two way street. That means opening up to others and welcoming them into your life. It does not necessarily mean their knowing your sexuality. I have several straight friends, mostly not in Thailand, whom I have known for decades and who still do not know I am gay. I stress "know". The fact that I have never been married nor had a steady girlfriend means that at my age virtually everyone has guessed that I am gay. I never bring the issue up in conversation. But if anyone asks me outright, I will always answer "Yes, I am gay." I also have a small number of lady friends whom again I have known for decades and whom I have told about my sexuality. None is in the slightest concerned about it. One is one of my closest friends. Over the years, we have taken vacations in various parts of Europe enjoying our shared interests and having a lot of fun times together. Now mostly retired, I spend a lot of time writing. My next book will be dedicated to her. I cannot speak about Pattaya as I visit only rarely. I live in Bangkok. Three of my close western friends here I had known for at least a decade before I moved. So it was not a case of my having to start anew in a totally new country. My experience of making close friends with Thais is more complicated. Over decades of visiting and living in Thailand I have realised that I will never understand Thai logic. And that failure makes a deep friendship more difficult. Not impossible as I know farangs who have been happily partnered with/married to Thais for decades. I have written in another thread of a very close Thai friend who was not gay who frequently came to my apartment over a couple of years and we'd spend hours just chatting, laughing and gossiping as real friends do. One other I was close to for almost 25 years was gay. Again we'd meet frequently and have lots of good times, especially discussing his always complicated love life (which did not involve me!) Sadly a nasty illness brought death much too early. So in response to your question, yes you can make close friends. But please realise that very often you will have to take the initiative.

Interesting that both reigned for 70 years, although Elizabeth for about 120 days longer. Interesting, too, I suggest that neither was destined to become monarch at their birth. Accidents of history resulted in the crowns being passed to them.

I was looking for a Thai phrase and came upon this, just change from Bar girl to Money boy, pretty much the same, pretty funny. Phrases you will hear bar girls saying in English You can try to catch some of the following phrases that bar girls in Thailand are saying and you will understand better what do they really think about you. This is a list of phrases you will hear bar girls saying translated in to English. Most of them are said in front of their "new boyfriends" customers. Don't take this huomorous list too literally. Bye do eye? ----- I go with you? Go-ock ----- Liar Hello sexy man! ----- pay my bar fine! I love you long time ----- I will love you until your money runs out I miss you when you go ----- I miss your money when you go I only work here 1 week ----- I am a lying bitch I send money to Mama ----- I give money to my Thai boyfriend I wait for you come back Thailand ----- I wait for my next bar fine I will write to you ----- My bank details are My friend has too much Gold ----- When are you going to buy me some Today is my birthday ----- I was born on a Monday, today is Monday Tomorrow I go Bangkok ----- Someone else pay my bar fine already Want to come my village? ----- My sister needs a new roof When you come back Thailand? ----- When can I get some more money out of you Where you stay, I go with you no bar fine ----- It's 3 a.m. and I'm skint

Wow! what a lot of talk, advice and confessions! Best thread in a while! of course it would be better if we throw in picture or two of our hot men. I came out to family and close friends in my 30's but not at work until my fifties working in a professional university environment. I initially lost a few "friends" because you "lied" to us. but 6 months later they were friends again. Mom was mad at me cause I told dad first (4 years earlier, he said don't tell mom)... I don't present as gay, but if asked often say I'm Bi. why.... because I have fucked a couple of girls and it was fine. but honestly their bodies do not turn me on like the firm muscled abs of a man... and the musk of man (heaven!}. But telling your friends you are Bi works for most of them. somehow even homophobic straights don't mind Bi men as much as gays. Then you get to talk more about it... and issue fades away. WTfool this strategy might serve you in Pattaya. your "friends" as many have said are there for the same reason as you.... to get laid. Or adding the 800B for a room to male conquests will not break the bank. Make some Gay friends!. they are here talking to you now!

last thing we need is lingering smell of smoked weed or cigarettes' left by previous occupants in our rooms and corridors, parking lot if any ort street outside is Ok but anywhere indoors to say it politely, :"fuck, no"

In Thailand I know a few that have died. One recently that used to message me occasionally and I knew he was the suicidal type, and that's how he died. I'm sad, but not surprised. In life, drugs have taken many friends as well as suicide. Some had warning signs....some, no idea what was going on in their head. Before I couldn't fathom how someone could kill themselves....these days, I kind of understand. It's not something that someone wakes up one day and suddenly decides to do it.....it's demos they've dealt with or something they have thought about for some time. I see friends that I've known since childhood, but don't recognize them because of the drugs they've been doing, it's very sad. I feel fortunate that I never fell into doing drugs....other vices are enough without having drugs involved. Everyone is responsible for their own path they take, drugs is an escape for some...and most don't realize that that escape could become permanent. I try to lecture, without lecturing when I run into a drug user, whether they are using at the moment or not. Usually falls on deaf ears....sadly.

News reports are confirming first-hand accounts I've been getting from some workers in the Silom area of heavier than usual rain this season. Although the flooding isn't said to be as bad as in 2011, the volume of rain could be the most in two decades. Authorities today are predicting up to three more months of above-average rainfall. https://www.thaipbsworld.com/bangkoks-seasonal-floods-reveal-the-problem-of-short-term-thinking/ This certainly isn't changing my travel plans but I am mentally preparing on how it may affect my daytime schedule--and possibly for he better. Although I may have to curtail some plans for outdoor activity I hope to substitute those last-minute changes with increased visits to massage shops. Duck in for a 90-minute rub and a thunderstorm could spend itself by the time I emerge.

I might know how you feel. Maybe. But my similar story is about someone I had known for almost a decade. It was January 2011 when I met perhaps the cutest guy I had ever laid eyes on. I was walking through Sunee when he noticed me first and said, "Hi." I immediately shifted my gaze to see who belonged to that arrestingly cute voice and inhaled the most addicting smile you could possibly imagine. He was young, 21, slight of build and with the androgynous good looks of a Korean boy band member. Of course I sat down. He wasn't only a charmer but an intoxicating conversationalist as well. He said he learned English at the Catholic school he attended while growing up. Before we left the bar, after he agreed to come back to my hotel, he stopped me and said he had to warn me. He didn't have six-pack abs. I felt so sorry for him, imagining such a comment could only come from someone who went to a customer's hotel room and got at least halfway undressed only to be sent away for lacking a perfectly chiseled torso. How painful that must have been. So I lifted up my shirt and said, "Never mind. Neither do I." At my hotel, I asked him if he wanted to sit out on the balcony and have a beer. I figured his answer would be no, that as soon as he could he would want to take his earnings to NAB or wherever else 21-year-olds and their friends hung out to enjoy their youth. But he replied, "Why not?" So I got to enjoy his company for a good hour more before we headed inside to shower and then to bed. But we didn't stay on the bed for long. He had that slight build -- and it turned out a beautiful body that a six-pack might have actually marred. We were in the missionary position when I decided to take advantage of his 49 kilograms, maneuver him to the edge of the bed, plant my feet on the floor, and pick him up. It's easy to get some really powerful thrusts in this position, and his moans sounded like he might have been in pain. I stopped and asked if he was OK. He said, "Better than OK. I love it." When I continued, his moans started up again, his eyes rolled back into his head and I realized I wasn't the only one intoxicated with my partner that night. Eventually it was time for him to leave and as he was sliding out the door he looked back and said, "Come see me next time you're in Thailand." I was floored. I thought we had made a real connection and that he would ask me for my contact details. I can't describe to you the hurt and disappointment I felt when he essentially said, "So long." But I was in Pattaya again some 11 months later. Of course I went looking for ... let's call him Dave. I found him working at another bar. Or should I say he found me. "Hey, Biggus," I heard an arrestingly cute voice call out. I immediately knew it was him. I told him how hurt I was when he left last time not asking for my contact details and essentially saying, "Have a nice life." He said he didn't ask for fear of being rejected. We went on to have a lot of fun over the years. He called me once and insisted I come out for Songkran. I told him I had heard Songkran was miserable for foreigners, that we were always being targeted with ice water even if we were on our way to work. He said, "Don't be a baby. I'll protect you." I did go to Thailand that April, for two weeks, and to this day they remain the greatest two weeks of my life. I still use a picture from that vacation as my smartphone wallpaper to remind me that I once had a perfect day. We spent a few more Songkrans together. We'd stay up all night at the SK party -- a massive electronic dance music event that must have attracted 10,000 of the hottest young Asian men on the planet -- then spend all day water-gun fighting along Silom. After several days of full-on hedonism, we would move to Pattaya. There we would spend several days redefining hedonism. For New Year's we would go to the White Party. He met me once for a long weekend in Seoul. The last Songkran I saw him at, though, something was different. He was on edge, like he was about to lose his temper, like he was using all his energy to hold it in. He insisted we leave the SK party almost as soon as we got there and go to Silom. I had spent hundreds of dollars on tickets for Dave, his best friend and myself. Never mind. When our taxi let us out on Silom, I started heading to Soi 2, thinking we were going to DJ Station, but Dave said no, we were going to Soi 4. I didn't understand. There was nothing happening this late on Soi 4, and just sitting down drinking was never how we spent our time together, at least not after that first night. His best friend looked at me apprehensively, then looked at Dave and said, "That's bad." He left. I followed Dave into Soi 4. We sat down and ordered drinks. A few minutes after the drinks arrived someone who left as soon as he popped up handed Dave something and we left. On our way out the soi, one of the street vendors along Silom threw a bag to Dave. He caught it, and we got into a taxi. Dave told the driver to take us to my hotel. Already, I thought? Even though it was only 2am or so, I was incredibly drunk, so I went along with it. What else was I gonna do? And anyway I needed to relieve my bladder and wouldn't mind doing so in my clean hotel bathroom. But when I got out of the bathroom, Dave was smoking crystal meth. Our relationship didn't last much longer. Sure, we texted but only so Dave could ask me for money and call me vile names when I refused. In December 2020, almost a year into the pandemic and years since I had blocked Dave on Line, his best friend called me to say he was dead. At this point, I hadn't known anything but pain from Dave for years. Still, though, knowing someone I had spent so many great nights and days with was dead, well, it still hurts. So maybe I feel your pain. I keep Dave in my memory because that's all I can do.

May not only be the thunderstorm spending itself 😉 ...

I had spent my 65th birthday in Thailand and was so happy I did. Hadn’t been there for four years so this one hit hard the second I saw him waiting at Nice Boys. He knew how to flirt with dazzling eyes and beautiful smile. It hurt to leave after vacation and I worried about him each day I wasn’t working. Sent him enough money to feed him mother and children and his travels. I knew he had really become sick in the hospital because the emails asking for money went silent. Cancelled trip because of CoVid in March 2020. Moved the ticket to his birthday in August to impress him and make it up to him, but he made it no further beyond July 4th when I got the call. Two years later I really am not much better Just returned for his birthday in August and merit for him at the temple. Why should I be better- he is still gone.

Your right , I have always found Russians here in Australia arrogant & rude , especially here in Sydney where they live in the wealthy areas such as Bondi . I tend to avoid them

I initially read it as beer/lager massage which could possibly not be a bad thing.😊

I don't "act" gay, as far as I know and I've been told by people they can't believe I'm gay. I live my life, as I want. Don't advertise it but when I have been asked, I reply "why, are you interested, what you want to do?" I have straight friends from high school that I'm still in touch with, they never ask and I never bring it up, but without a doubt they know....just isn't part of our conversations, we talk about their kids and I talk about my dog or my travels. Couldn't imagine being afraid of enjoying my life as I want, I'm not 18 & confused.

Although I'm not aware that anyone I met in Thailand has taken their own life, a good friend I worked with for many years did. We stopped for a beer after work one night and he told me he was on the verge of divorce. He was visibly shaken. I just tried to listen and say what I thought was reassuring. I still recall standing outside the bar, thinking about embracing him before we parted. But I didn't. Five days later he was found dead from self-inflicted wounds. As I look back on it I realize that I should have followed my gut instinct and hugged him. I'm not saying that if I did he wouldn't have killed himself. What I am saying is that I still ask myself why I didn't. It is--as some have said--what we don't do that can haunt us the most.

In 2017 I had returned from Bangkok to UK by a week when I heard on Facebook that a Vietnamese man, aged 20, who I knew, had died after jumping into the Chao Phraya river after a tiff with a woman in a taxi at 05.30am after going to a birthday party. I don't think me meant to die, just to make a point to the woman, but I guess he was drunk. He worked in Red Dragon Bar on Patpong Soi 2. That day I flew to Ha Tinh to visit his family. I will never forget him. In a week I will be in Bangkok. I will be more generous to the lads as a tribute to his memory.

Thanks forrestreid...he also has a railway guide for Thailand. https://www.thaitrainguide.com/

If you have twitter, an guy who has a Youtube account and also tweets on travel did a series of tweets on his trip on the new railway, dated the 9th September. Giving his views on it, good and bad. The account is called @nonstopeurotrip

it reminded me evening in May when sudden downpour derailed my trip with certain forum member to New Twilight.

specially in cases of substance abuse where's always danger user may lost control and things may turn really nasty.

till boy's next shower I guess, preferably one I'm helping him with. As for implants or dentures I don't know what you guys have, I have 31 of my own teeth

I saw the same news in the BKK Post last night. Obviously all of the building projects aren't helping, but I suppose the low-lying terrain is the biggest problem. Isn't the new governor some sort of civil engineer? I guess at least they did clear out the storm drains and canals which should help a bit. But these problems are going to keep getting worse due to the geography

I remember the first time I went to Vietnam. I was sitting on the porch, facing the street, of a bar in the hip backpacker enclave writing postcards when all of a sudden there was a quiet shuffle. I looked up and saw everyone at every other table taking out their weed and rolling joints. I asked the guy at the next table what in the world was going on, and he said the police go home at midnight. I looked at my watch -- it was 1997 and we still wore timepieces around our wrists back then -- and sure enough it was 12:01. So I sat there drinking Ba Ba Ba and getting high with my new best friend. With the entire, bar, really. It turned out Saigon had a pretty tight, fun-loving expat community. I had a fantastic night! So I wouldn't mind if that kind of scene were to come to Thailand. Rewind several decades, to the late 1970s, when my friends and I were discovering that with our newly earned driver's licenses we could do stuff like drive ourselves to the major league baseball stadium, sneak bongs into the game, go sit high up in the cheap seats and get stoned while watching America's past time. Fact was the entire upper deck of the stadium was filled with young people getting stoned and passing joints to whomever was in the next seat. We were mellow and having a good time. Meanwhile, in the other cheap seats, beyond the outfield, the fans had been drinking beer all night long and by the seventh inning of every game several fights would break out. Alcohol, we decided while still in high school, is a much more harmful drug than weed. So again, I don't mind the decriminalization of pot or people who get high. But when I was in college, every time I smoked up I ended up getting terribly paranoid. Oh my god! What am I doing! Why am I smoking pot when I should be studying! I'm going to fail all my classes, get kicked out of school and end up homeless! So I never smoked again -- except for one night in Saigon when I just couldn't resist imbibing in a totally new experience. I have friends back home, though, who have never stopped. They're all successful with plenty of money and thinking about retiring. I don't think of them as the wrong type of people.

Sound something different compared to June, is that Big Cock show they completed naked or with underwear? If you mind to share the number of Mr. Cutesmile to catch a look next visit.

Even if something did happen to him back home, how would his family know to notify you? As Kipling wrote in Kim, "If I die today, who shall bring the news--and to whom?"

Try https://www.bilibili.tv/en/search and type: Love in the Air Episode 4 Eng Sub as fedssocr noted, there are several users posting the video. Select the one that has a run time of 53:22 of close to it. The scenes I was referring to are at the very end (starting with the bathtub, moving to the bed)

I understand your dilemma wtfool. Unfortunately you’re in the closet everywhere. You can stay in the closet at home in uk, but it’s too bad when you went to Thailand you didn’t just come out there. It’s that much harder now that you have established straight friends. I watch football in bars in Pattaya. They’re all straight there. I talk to them but I don’t exchange numbers because they will not want to associate with me when they find out I’m gay. Well most of them. One time I brought a money boy with me and they all knew we were gay. People assume I’m straight at my condo, until I bring boys back. I often meet straights that question me in a roundabout way to see what my sexuality is. I try not to hide I’m gay, if they ask I tell them. One time I lied though and I feel awful about it. I had great tenants renting my condo and I was afraid I’d lose them if told them I was gay. Sometimes when I tell a bargirl I’m gay they are very surprised. I don’t know why, there’s so many gays in Thailand. I would have many straight friends in Thailand if I was straight. They seem more approachable and friendly than the gay farang I meet there. Gays can be clicky and judgmental themselves. But I try to be friendly with any gays I meet. I would like to have some real gay friends in Thailand than the superficial ones I know now.

If something happened to him surely it would put your mind at easy if you learned about it. But in great scheme of things it's better to live in limbo because there's always hope he turned things around and simply wanted to forget about his previous life or just got busy with life. One day as we say in family, postcard from Brazil may come. Why Brazil ? I can relate to your story very well as we had close family member who after being dumped by his wife disappeared into thin air for 12 years (66-78 ) to extend his own mother dying did not know whether she is joining him or leaving behind. Then out of blue postcard came from Brazil where he was vacationing. Luckily we were at the same s address still . Subsequently we got reunited but that's long story. So it's better to think he forgot about you , as unpleasant that thought may be, than wait for confirmation something bad happened.

Malaysia has joined other ASEAN countries in managing to extract victims of human traffickers from Cambodia. News reports in recent months from Thailand, Vietnam, Laos and other nations have described how Chinese gangs operating in Cambodia lured foreigners with the promise of high-paying jobs only to confiscate their passports and force them to work in casinos or boiler room scams aimed at defrauding their fellow countrymen. Those who refused to work were reportedly abused and their families forced to pay huge sums to gain their elease. From the Associated Press KUALA LUMPUR, Malaysia (AP) — Malaysia’s foreign minister on Friday brought 24 Malaysians back from Cambodia who were rescued from human traffickers, out of a total of 148 citizens he said have been reported missing in the country. Saifuddin Abdullah said 65 of the 148 missing Malaysians were rescued and brought home earlier, and 29 others are still at immigration centers in Phnom Penh and Sihanoukville and will be sent home when their paperwork and investigations are completed. Another 30 remain missing, officials said.. The Malaysians, mostly young people, were lured by fake offers of high-paid work in Cambodia and ended up in the hands of human traffickers and were trapped there, he said. Saifuddin didn’t provide details on how the 24 people who returned Friday were tricked into going to Cambodia or how long they were trapped. The victims, who appeared at a news conference with Saifuddin, were mostly masked and didn’t speak to reporters. Saifuddin said such job scams are not unique to Cambodia and have been reported in other places, including South Africa. About 500 Malaysian companies operate in Cambodia, and 5,000 Malaysians work or do business safely there, he said. “What is most important is that they are coming back to Malaysia today safe and sound. We do not want to go into the details,” Saifuddin said. “There is no guarantee we can stop it (job scams) but we will try our level best.”

There's not that many and even though they may only list in other cities they visit, they're usually home in Czech. If you know who they are you just bookmark their ads and disregard where they say they are. In the Prague thread we discuss plenty of them and their Rentmen and/or Romeo listings. Also several of the BA guys don't advertise at all but are more than polite when asking them on social media (evidently we're not supposed to link their social media here though). There's just an assumption of few customers in Czech, and most guys live very far out of Prague to begin with. But they're usually there and interested.

Surely a key ingredient in enjoying retirement is to be at peace with oneself. However we decide to live out our remaining years, whether short or long, the absence of worry is liberating. Some guys want to be active in pursuing a gay lifestyle and enjoying lfe to the full. Others are unable to do so for one reason or another. I am a firm believer that we all create our own realities. For those who are less than happy, I'd ask you to take time to work out why you feel that way. What specifically creates that unhappiness? What in your view would make you happier (let's leave money out of the discussion as there is often little we can do about that late in life)? That decided, I believe you have no choice. You have to set those demons, fears, worries aside. See a psychiatrist if you think that might help. I fully realise that changing views that have been welded into your brain for decades is far from easy. But the choice is simple. Either continue with those demons etc. and perhaps keep regretting that you did not do this or do that. Or make a conscious decision that now you are in the latter part of your life, this life is for enjoyment and fulfilment. Your enjoyment and fulfilment. You have to make the decisions. They may seem hard, but you'll be surprised how easy they really are once you have made up your mind. Just do it!

I also love many wines, red, white and rose and would find life more difficult if I could not have some nice wine regularly from time to time. Unlike @kokopelli 2, though, I love a really good sweet wine at the end of a meal. Although I get to drink it only rarely, a glass or two (they're small for sweet wines) of Chateau d'Yquem is a small miracle. The rich taste of so many honeyed tropical and other fruits in one's mouth and an aftertaste with roasted nuts that lasts at least five minutes. One of life's glories!

Hi tassojunior, always value your excellent advice, how best if in Prague to find these BA escorts then? If we cant see them on HunqZ or RM? Thanks

Maybe it's time to stop worrying about what others may think - unless you want your life to continue being unhappy. If it were me and I came out to my friends, but they refuse to understand, then I'd say they were never real friends in the first place. If that happens, why not just drop them and move on to the life you really want. That's what I did and I've never regretted it. Some understood and we remain friends to this day. Others, to hell with them. I would do it again without hesitation. I hope you'll do the same.

Pretty much sums it up....

I got kicked out of my last job for the criminal offence of being gay, though a great lawyer friend fought for me for free and got me a whole year's salary to go quietly. I was 53 when I gave up looking for another job, took my small pension, sold my lovely flat which still had a big mortgage on it, and moved to live in Thailand, and that was eleven years ago. Since the UK pound is so weak my income is a lot worse now, but life is still fine. I live alone, pay for sex when I want it, enjoy some good food, swim every day for exercise, have a few good friends. Not a bad life, if not exactly what I had planned.

How nice would it be to have a bar with goodlooking gay or at least boys willing to go with a male customer in all different categories, so it caters for all tastes. And that they, besides better and more parading around, also somehow manage to deliver a good quality show. That would be the perfect venue in my world. If seducing your customers to off a boy is your main income, I don't understand that when a show starts the boys that are off-able are not "on display" for hours. Let the boy parade be the main thing of the night. In different forms, different outfits during the night. And in between the parading some short showacts. But acts that actual make sense and are fun or erotic. Not the slow moving around (I can't call it dancing) you now see so often. Someone must have told the Thais that's its erotic to see half naked boy do slow-motion movements... But that's so not true... Lol Wouldn't we (and also the woman that come) love it to spice it up a littlebit a la Magic Mike? Modernise it. Put up the speed. As now acts tend to go on and on way too long. Well.. Shall we just start our own bars as we all have so many ideas and know better? Lol Yeah actually he was one of the boys that could be fucked according to papasan. He even double checked with Mr Cutesmile in the bar. Probabaly the boy wanted an off, did see the lack of customers, and agreed to it but actually was not very comfortable with it. Than we can say he shouldn't have agreed on being able to get fucked, but I'm nice guy and consider the boy his feelings and won't push him to do things he's actually not comfortable with. Omg... You guys want all the dirty details? Hahaha... Allright... Massage, kissing, licking, sucking, cuming... But no fucking. 😂😛

Me too 100%.....I'm not a beachgoer and the restaurants are better in SP. Most of the guys in Rio seem to live at least an hr away while in SP many stay in Republica or close by, which makes visits to me easier.... He's not tall and he self admits to having a Generic Asian Face, he kills me,😝......and I'm not sure anyone has the spare coins like he does 😉

Don't get me wrong, not being prude I like that beer and cock part too and get nice tingling thinking about that. It's just thought of sucking guy whose cock was just polished by dentures of previous taker what gives me, mildly speaking , second thought.

thank you , you have a good heart ! Way OP asked question made it somewhat easy to answer

not sure what it is supposed to mean 'bit trashy" but whatever it is, nothing to be apprehensive about. Boys are as nice as BKK ones, prices of drinks, off fees , massages and expected tips are lower indeed. If you are looking for twinks you will find galore of them in Jomtien Complex as well as Winners and whatever was left from Sunee Plaza glory. Nice Boys staff may be a bit on rough side but in positive sense of it - less inhibited I'd say. For more meatier guys head to Boyztown, BBB and Dreamboys will be your destination there. If you bored during day, trip to Koh Larn ( with boy or three in tow), Sanctuary of Truth and Noong Noch (spelling? ) Tropical Gardens and Big Buddha on top of the hill at the center are you daytime distractions. Central Festival and Terminal 21 are malls to visit if you re shopper. Lots of restaurants so you won't starve, if you like street food , you will find plenty of it between Wat Chai and Tukcom. Baht bus is 10 baht and motorsai between Jomtien and the center will be 60-100 depending on driver , time of day, your negotiating skills, how you dressed and phase of moon. If you arrive by Airport bus ( recommended), terminal is walking distance of 6 minutes 37 seconds from Jomtien Complex, if by bus from Ekkamai bus station to North Pattaya Bus Station , it will be 50--100 by songtawew (baht bus) or motorsai to Boyztown, unless you stop songtaew on the main street, that it will be 2 times 10 baht as you must change at Delphin roundabout. As for hotels, in Boytzown Classroom (more quiet) , just above ABomb boy bar or in Boyztown proper Copa or Ambiance are your choices, all gust friendly like 127.43% of Pattaya hotels. In Jomtien complex Zing Resort or The Venue are cheaper choices, Agate , East Suites and Poseidon are more for affluent types like you.

The Room Mate Valentina closed permanently during the early days of Covid and the building is vacant now. I used to like it as well. Another nearby alternative that allows guests is the Hotel PF. It's a block or two away. I stayed there during gay pride in June and found it to be a nice older hotel. I didn't have guests there but my friend who stays there all the time says it's never a problem to bring someone in and I did not think the reception security seemed overbearing. They also run a Hotel called PF Suites which is slightly further away and seems a little more strict with visitors based on a friend's experience. One to avoid is the Hotel NH Reforma that is very restrictive about guests.

I was there last month, and for one of the world's largest cities, it was pretty ho-hum I met one escort from mileroticos who was from Uruguay/Argentina. Beautiful face, very tall, great body, nice big dick, nice guy, terrible in bed could barely get hard enough to insert. Seems to be a lot of escorts from Colombia. From the best looking guys online I would get very sporatic replies, like days later, or not really answer my questions. Some that did reply would kiss, only one would bbk. I have a WhatsApp from Croatia and then a few days into the trip I got a Mexican cell number that I sent texts. Prices were about 100usd for the real good ones although there was one that wanted 350usd. The $5 Mex SIM yielded lower price quotes. I stayed half the trip closer to downtown, (free) guys on Grindr noticeably darker there than the second half of the trip when I stayed in Polanco. In 10 days I got diarrhea twice (which certainly dampen's a bottom's sex trip, and one of the 2 times became so ill I was in bed a day and a half. C'mon Mexico--it's 2022. Much poorer countries (e.g. Egypt) while not advisable for long term drinking at least have solved acute problems. And no I didn't drink the water per se, so it mustve been even small amounts on lettuce or something. I too have been casting about for closer and safer alternatives to Brazil (and by Brazil, really, I mean Rio) but CDMX despite other appeals seems not the best for that.

Yesterday, the decision was going to the Museo Nacional de Arqueología. Before continuing reading, there is not going to be any sex stories in this post, you can skip it if that is want we are looking for. We started the day with a 25' walk up to the Castillo de Chapultepec. It is in the middle of the homonym park, a beautiful green oasis in the middle of the city. We took the Paseo de la Reforma to enjoy the arquiterrures and views. The castle is a reminiscence of pre-revolutionary Mexico, when they were still trying to be European-like. The place looks just like a thousand of European-like palaces around the globe, not interesting at all to me. But the views of the city are astonishingly beautiful. Unfortunately, the level the pollution in the air is quite high, up to the point that the sky is not fully blue, and you cannot see the beautiful mountains ranks in the background. We did not stay long, and walked down to cross the park, pass by a nice lake with boats very popular amongst the locals. There are street vendors everywhere, quite loud to my taste, but very respectful. I like that when you say “no, gracias”, they do not insist as it is my experience in other cultures. The Museo Nacional de Arqueología is a very modern and functional construction. Visiting it was an overwhelming educational experience, adding to our previous visit to Teotihuacán. We spent almost 4 hours there and all we could check was the first level, rushing through the last rooms, and a flash walk in one section of the second level. The 1st floor is where all the archeological displays are located, which is what my priority was, the second level is about anthropological displays, not one of my priorities. The experience just added to my respect and admiration for Mexican social sciences and for the way they have integrated precolombian history to their identity, as I mentioned in another post. Reading the quotations in the walls of the building brought me near to tears. I know, I am a cheesy emotional bitch. Right in the front of entrance lobby there is an excerpt that reads something like: “The Mexican People raises this monument to honor the admirable cultures that flourished during Precolombian times in the regions that are now territory belonging to the Republic. Facing those cultures’ testimonies, the Mexico of today renders homage to the indigenous Mexico, in whose example recognizes essential characteristics of its national originality” (Adolfo Perez Mateos, President of the Republic). Such a recognition brings me to tears again when I am writing this post. I wish all the nations of the new continent were able to integrate their role history the same way. Throughout the museum there are more quotations sculpted in the walls, sometimes beautiful poetry, or moral maxims, or excerpts from the Popol Vuh and other ancient texts. The way he museum is built and their displays design is just another example of how forward looking and superior Mexican social sciences are compare to most other national academies. I tried to document that in some of the pictures, but you have to be there to actually appreciate the talent behind this unique place. IMG_2758.MOV IMG_2757.MOV IMG_2754.MOV After about 4 hours we were exhausted and stopped in the restaurant of the Museum. A fancy but very nice, relaxed, and friendly place with a menu consisting of traditional but very elaborated dishes. It was not cheap for local standards, but very affordable to us. I had a ribeye chicharron on a bed of avocado, a soda, churros, and coffee, for $M 500. Once we rested and enjoyed our meal, we headed to explore two neighborhoods: Condesa and Zona Norte. The first one is full of nice building art deco style, and both areas seem to be residence for the local upper middle class. Very often I would feel like in Palermo or Recoleta back in Buenos Aires. We even found an Argentine “parrilla” in Roma Norte. We were back to our hotel about 7pm, too tired to do anything else. We did make a quick check of the bars around Amberes, but they all were too noisy and crowded, and we just went to sleep. My original intention was hiring a local escort, but I was just into going to sleep. I know I planned the trip expecting to be more adventurous and trying more of he local guys, but it has switched to a culture centered experience. This morning we had an early breakfast and headed towards the canals of Xochimilco, which are the left overs of the original canals built by the Mexicas when constructing this city on top of a lake. We called Uber, $M 250, which is the higher fee I have paid so far. The driver was very talkative, which I usually do not like, but I did enjoyed answering his questions and his responses to my owns. When we were approaching to the docks of Nativitas, already in Xochimilco, a guy on a bike came next to us and asked the driver to followed him because there was a traffic jammed on the regular route. The guy is one of many employees that Xochimilco’s city hall (Delegación de Xochimilco) uses to help up visitors to the area. They have a laminated credential hanging from their necks. I am not sure if the traffic jam story was true or just an excuse to take us to other docks, where he may be getting a tip for bringing clients. Whatever his motivation was, we were soon in one of the 11 docks you can choose to get in a boat (trajinera) to sail the left overs of the old lake. Everyone was extremely nice and friendly. We were only two, so the bill was more expensive for us. The price for the tour we chose was $M 3000. You can pick from a 45’ tour to a 5/6 hours one going up to the ecological zone and the Isla de las Muñecas (Island of the dolls). 3000 was the price for the whole “trajinera”, we paid 1500 each. The boat can accommodate up to 20 people, which is what the locals do, having little floating parties. You can rent speakers and bring your food to eat on the boat. Most people buy their food from the many vendors in boats. When you rent the boat, you can also order anything you want that you think you may want during the tour (drinks or food). We just ask for sodas, and hey brought a bucket with ice and 6 bottles of Coke Zero. By the end of the tour, we would pay only for the bottles we drank. IMG_2794.MOV IMG_2791.MOV IMG_2783.MOV IMG_2781.MOV IMG_2773.MOV IMG_2767.MOV IMG_2759.MOV Our tour was about 2 hours sailing the main canal, and stopping in any place we wanted along the route. Besides the sailing vendors, the coast is full of restaurants, nurseries with local plants, and mini zoos where you can learn about some of he local fauna. There is also an amazing amount of boats with mariachis bands offering their services. The water is not really clean, as the canals are in the middle of the city nowadays, but they do their best to keep it as clean as possible. All he bathrooms along the tour are ecological, with a city certificate. There is vegetation and fish (carpas and mojarras), as well as abundant birds. The depth of the canals is 2 meters, and the guys driving the “trajineras” use long logs to move around, pretty much as a Venetian gondolieri. You can see in the pics and clips how colorful and festive the atmosphere is. Once our tour was over, we paid a $M 200 tip to our “gondolieri”, who not only navigated the boat but also guided us throughout the experience, answering all of our questions and giving us recommendations about what to eat from the sailing vendors. I cannot stress enough how friendly and nice everyone is. We landed back in Xochimilco, and took a walk around. This area is not as fancy as Condesa, Roma, Zona Rosa, or Polanco, but a very popular neighborhood, probably a typical local middle/low middle class residential area. It is some kind of commercial hub with a big traditional market and any stores offering retails and wholesale products. It is probably where the street vendors working the fancier areas get their supplies. I guess some European or American visitors may think it was a poor and unsafe area, but they would be wrong. I never, never felt unsafe in any of the places we walk through. We ended in the central square, in from of the local city hall, and called for an Uber. Great day, uplifting, rich cultural experience again. Right now I am relaxing in my room and catching up with this log and my blog networking. My friend is leaving tomorrow (I stay one more day), and he may be right now visiting the Palacio Nacional. I decided to rest because I do no want to be too tired to go to Boys Bar tonight. Hopefully, we will have some sex to talk about n my next post. This is a great, great city full of adorable people.

Thank you @floridarob and @rodiem25 for the suggestions and tips. Hopefully tonight I will get a local escort for reviewing, but I am not sure yet. To be honest, although I am having a good deal of sex (my traveling partner would smack me if I say otherwise), what I am enjoying the most is the cultural experience. Yesterday field trip to Teotihuacán was a very enjoyable educational experience, and so was today's visit to the Museo del Templo Mayor. I am impressed at the work of the Instituto Nacional de Antropología e Historia. I have always admired the way that Peru and Mexico integrated their precolombian history to their national identity, specially Mexico after the Mexican Revolution at the beginning of the XX Century. Other peoples, including Argentina and the USA, start their national history with the arrival of the European colonizers, we look down to the original peoples, we exterminated, betrayed, and erased them from our national identities. Mexicans recognize a continuity and an identity with a history tat foes back to the AC years. I admire and respect them so much for doing so. Hopefully, there will be another earthquake that will demolished all the churches and buildings built by the Spaniards on top of the original Mexica city and the INAH will be able to recover more treasures. But you do not care about that. You want sex. After my hook up with the Colombian guy, I had to mute my Grindr and put a few local escorts on hold, because Randisan was arriving in transit to Cancun. I mentioned him before, so I am not going to link again to my review. Last night I went to bed early to recover from the Teotihuacán field trip and welcome him as he deserved. He arrived about 2:30 am, took a shower, woke me up, and we had our first fuck. We slept a little bit more, and fucked again at about 7, before going to have breakfast. After having breakfast in the hotel, we has a pictures and video session for my blog. Here you have just three pictures, but we also did video. Despite being exhausted, some of the clips I am not sharing here made me horny again, and he gave me some head, we did not fuck a third time. After I am back to DC I will write a full review and start sharing the pics and videos in my JustFor.Fans account. He left at 1PM today heading to Cancun, where you can find him if you are interested on hiring him. I rested a little bit and then, with my friend from Daddy's, we went to explore the Museo del Templo Mayor. I am right now resting and recovering before going out tonight. We were told Tuesday is the best day t go to Tom's, and we will be there.

Landed in CDMX a couple of hours ago. Uber is not allowed in the airport. Instead, I hired one of the taxi cab companies with official booths in the airport lobby. The driver was great, and the fe only 235 Mexican Pesos, about 13 bucks. I am staying in the Room Mate Valentina, in Amberes street, right at the heart of the Zona Rosa. The hotel is part of a Spanish chain, no luxury but modern, clean, functional and spacious. My taxi turn into Amberes St at about 2PM. Three guys, one of them quite hot, were ostensibly cruising in the corner. According to the driver, they were street hustlers, taxi boys. All the bars along the street seem to be open and playing loud, very loud music. Again, at 2 PM! Just a minute ago I went around the corner to buy bottled water. The neighborhood looks really fantastic for fun, all restaurants, bars, and coffee shops. Traffic is scarring, just as bad as in Buenos Aires. There is no much difference between riding a taxi cab and a cart in a rollercoaster. I am exhausted, my first flight left DC at 6 AM. I am about to take a nap, then a shower, and then go to explore the scene around the hotel. We planned this trip originally with two other friend from Daddy's forums. One of them dropped out in the last minute. The other one is arriving tomorrow, as he is right now in Palm Springs. Going to take a nap now.