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There seems to be a readership for days gone by. This forum has several threads about gay Bangkok and gay Pattaya, but I do not recall one on Japan. As my first of many dozens of visits was in the summer of 1981, I will give a short outline. Some of the anecdotes have been included over the years in other threads. Apologies in advance to those who are reading them for a second time. For reasons that I totally fail to understand, on moving to Asia the one country I had zero desire to visit was Japan. I have no idea why. It was certainly nothing to do with WWII. Perhaps it was more the fact that I knew little about the country, no idea how to get around, nothing of the language etc. So I was perfectly happy getting to know many South East Asian countries, their histories, cultures and not a few of their wonderfully beautiful young men. Working for an international company which had links with Japanese companies, it was perhaps not surprising that my Chairman told me a visit to Tokyo could result in more business. So on the way home from a trip to the USA, I stopped over in Tokyo for 4 nights. I arrived in a Friday afternoon to give me the week-end to explore, find the gay area and help to get over jet lag. I can only recall the Spartacus Guide from those days, a thick publication covering the entire world and not infrequently inaccurate. I had chosen the large Keio Plaza Hotel in the middle of the Shinjuku skyscraper district as I imagined that somewhere in that forest of buildings I'd find Ni-chome, not that i knew then what a chome was! On a subsequent visit I found one of the bilingual maps of Tokyo which became my constant companion on my many future visits. Friday night was a wash-out. After checking in, I was taken up in the lift by a beautiful bellboy. He explained everything in the room and placed my bag correctly on the luggage rack. I found some ¥100 coins in my pocket and offered them to him. The look of horror was such a surprise. I had not read about tipping being anathema in Japan. I learned my lesson! Later I looked in so many places but could find not one gay bar. Tired, I had an early night. Being interested in classical music and opera and knowing that Tokyo was a tour date for many western orchestras and opera companies, I found how to get on to the subway where I should have found the Bunka Kaikan close to Ueno station. Not many subway stations had names in English and of course i had got on at the wrong side of the platform. So I ended up miles fro my intended location. Moral: make sure you check and copy out the script of the Japanese names. Eventually I found myself at the Bunka Kaikan where I looked over the many posters plastered around the lobby area. And it was there that I saw the opera company from La Scala was to be visiting four months later. I was determined to return to see at least one of the operas. But how to get a ticket, for there was no box office in the lobby or anywhere in the complex. And that is where serendipity came into play. Deciding that I would visit a hotel in the centre which had a great view of the entire city from its 40th floor, I got back on the subway. It was a bright, sunny day. Coming out of the subway meant climbing a long set of stairs from the relative darkness of the station to the brilliance of the street. As I was about half way up, I happened to notice a tall young Japanese guy wearing a white shirt that was gleaming in the sun going down on the opposite side. "Wow, he's handsome," I thought. As I passed him I thought I saw his eyes look at mine. Then what to do? So I turned and looked back. He had also turned and was looking at me. But the crowds on each side of the stairways were packed and there was no chance of stopping. So what to do? Having reached the top, I turned around and looked back down into the darkness. Because of that shirt, I thought it must be him. Lust took over! I went back down and sure enough he was waiting for me. His English was limited but enough to make a rendezvous for that evening. Not only was he to show me the bars in Ni-chome, he came back to the hotel and stayed with me for the next two nights. As importantly he showed me where to get the opera ticket. As soon as I returned to Hong Kong I booked a package tour around that date - 2 days in Kyoto and 4 in Tokyo. We kept in touch for a few months but he was leaving to spend 3 years studying in Paris. No doubt he quickly found a lover there and I lost my first Japanese friend. Others were to follow though - many! Having found the gay bars, on my soon to be regular four visits each year, I met a number of very cute young guys. Mostly in the Regent bar, long since demolished, or across the road upstairs in the Fuji bar. There was then still a tradition that young Japanese really wanted to meet foreigners. Perhaps it was a result of social conventions in Japan still making it difficult for young Japanese guys to be seen with other guys rather than girls. As today, there were hundreds of bars catering exclusively to Japanese. A few would be open to westerners and Japanese who liked being with westerners. I once went with friends to one of the Japanese only bars. Maybe a dozen seats around a U-shaped bar and six tables for two patrons each. My friends were a couple - a Japanese and a westerner and they frequently visited this bar. So I was welcomed as a guest. Almost as soon as I walked through the door and introduced to the mamasan, he whispered in my ear, "Are you top of bottom?" I was not quite sure how to answer such a personal question. The reason soon became obvious. If you said top, he would rearrange the Japanese customers to make sure you were seated between two guys who were bottoms! Very practical! It seemed to be that on each visit it was very easy to find company. But I had a craving to find a Japanese sauna. I had started reading a few photo books of Japanese gay porn and the saunas looked, well, interesting. Just as Japanese in general are very group-oriented and the individual is often frowned upon, so in the saunas sex took place in dark medium-to-large sized rooms with long mattresses on each side. Two guys could be enjoying a passionate encounter with half a dozen or so just kneeling around them watching the action. The first I was shown was Oban sauna in the Kabukicho (sex) entertainment district. Small and compact, I remember being pleasantly surprised when, having changed and made my way upstairs to the bathing and steam room area, out from the steam room came a gorgeous slim porn star! Anyone who has been to the popular 24 Kaikan in Shinjuku in recent years will also have seen these long mattresses, although it has added some bunk beds in the area. The most amazing sauna experience I had was in one in the trendy Shibuya district. I now have no idea exactly where it was and almost certainly it will have been redeveloped. I met a young Chinese in a small dark area. After a long time on a mattress, we moved to the roof where all sorts of activities were taking place. We continued there for what must have been another half hour of total pleasure. Again we swapped contact details - and again we lost track of each other. I am not sure when hattenba were introduced in Japan. I suspect soon after gay saunas. These were much smaller, usually a one floor apartment than had been curtained off with sheets. They were there purely for quick sex. There might be small mattresses or occasionally a couch. When you were finished there could be one small shower. I only ever went to one - Treffunkt in Akasaka-mitsuke. I really did not enjoy it. I prefer the larger saunas where you can actually see guys as they walk around. Inevitably AIDS changed the sauna scene - but not immediately. At first it was regarded as a foreign illness and as few foreigners attended saunas, nothing was done. Then foriegners were banned, although by then the horse had bolted. And if you were from another Asian country but looked a bit like a Japanese, you would still be let in. SInce then Promenade cruising saunas opened up although like some saunas and hattenbas you have to be on the look out for age restrictions. Body Breath is one of the most popular with young guys now but it not only has an Asian-only policy, you have to be younger than 40 and have short hair! Not that any of this should put you off. A lot has changed in recent decades and, although more Japanese now want to form relationships with their fellow countrymen, there is plenty for the visiting foriegner to enjoy. Over almost 4 decades I have rarely failed to have a good time - and I look forward to the next visit.

Thinking back more than a few years, Soi Twilight did not really come into its own until the 1990s. Then it was not just go-go bars but massage spas staffed by cute guys and the much lamented Dick's Cafe where people watching could be an enjoyment all on its own. Until then it was basically only Twilight Bar (later remodelled as Hotmale around 2000). There were go-go bars dotted around including the wonderful Barbiery just across from Soi Twilight, but Silom Soi 4 seemed the place for gay men to go, with Rome Club being a magnet and especially when Telephone opened. Overall the clientele certainly seemed to be younger than today with many from Hong Kong at week-ends. And then there were more Thais than farang. But back in the 1980s, there were considerably fewer long flights from Europe and the USA and there were far fewer cheap tickets. In Europe the gay spots in Paris, Amsterdam, Hamburg and other cities were cheaper and easier to get to. Those who discovered they had a liking for Asians could find many Indonesians in Amsterdam, Vietnamese in Paris . . . and so on. I have written elsewhere of meeting young men of both nationalities in large saunas in both cities. But I am always curious how Thailand found its way on to the mass gay tourist travel map. I guess the reputation of the country had something to do with it. The number of prominent gay men who had visited and stayed in the country - the Somerset Maughams, Noel Cowards and many others - must have spread information. Word of mouth from Hong Kongers and other Asian-based westerners probably also had something to do with it. Then there were those stopping over when flying the kangaroo route from Australia and New Zealand. But if my recollection is correct, it was the 1990s when gay tourism started to explode. Is that other members' view? I have no idea if Eastern Europe and South America were attrative to larger numbers of gay tourists back then. I certainly wish I had discovered some South American countries much earlier. But I am happy that a career change saw me move to Asia and discover a world of gay entertainment I never imagined existed. Like others, I fear that the younger generation of western guys have too much choice for Thailand now to be top of their list. On the other hand, the increasingly richer guys from North and South East Asia that I have met seem to love the gay scene in Thailand. They - and repressed Chinese ladies - are likely surely to be the punters of the future.

not sure what Londoner answers but my guess will be in 6 days

I'd say that future is already there. During recent trip I just returned from , for fun I pay attention to who clientele in bars is and definitely always farangs , young and old, were minority. On at least two occasions I was only farang in audience , fact actually noticed by Tawan boy sitting beside me " no farang, only you". I for one don't mind that at all, it doesn't matter who keeps bars running as long as somebody does. Surely, at one point in future is may lead to situation when we may not feel welcomed but that is very theoretical prospect now. I also don't mind ladies in boy bars. Surely, they are competition and chances are we are on losing end in many cases but they oil industry and feed boys. Sure all that screaming is annoying but so it loud music , pesky mamasans, drink prices, heat and traffic outside, double pricing, packed BTS trains and so many things annoying us but never to a degree we look for an alternative.

I think Screwboys in Soi Twilight was the first gay bar I visited in Bangkok. A tout approached me in Patpong market and took me there - for a fee, of course. I still have very vivid memories of a handsome young guy in white briefs coming towards me, clutching his junk. And there was a fuck show happening right in front of my eyes. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! I wonder what they charged for drinks back then? Anyone remember? I think I gave the tout 200 baht.

I grew up in Japan at a time when everyone wanted to have sex with a foreigner - not a relationship or even a friendship, just sex. No matter where I went, I was the centre of attention and it did wonders for the self -esteem! I was pounced upon as soon as I walked into the gay cinemas and I actually had guys fighting to get to me. I was touched up on the crowded train virtually every day and if I was able to figure out who was "molesting" me and I found him attractive, we'd often get off at the next station and go back to his place for sex. My cock was getting a real workout, morning, non and night. Then everything changed. The Japanese appeared to lose their inferiority complex vis-a-vis foreigners and started looking at each other. The days of standing back and waiting for the hordes to go straight for my cock were over. Sure, I still got more sex than I could poke a stick at, so to speak, and I still got touched up in the train but it wasn't the same. How I miss those days!

I love Line, very easy to use and communicate. My problem with Line is that some boys just abuse it by sending tons of irrelevant messages and emoticons and some business accounts also are spamming like there's no tomorrow. But I guess it comes with inventory so I stick to Line through thick and thin. Yes , I like vacation action packed and often I think it's time to slow and enjoy cup of tea in the room more often. But I'm energized by big cities and in Bangkok I feel like 24 hours is not enough.

preferred course of action would be sooner AND later

After getting massage in Saphan Kwai, I like to stop by Beer Park eatery for their version:

for me Istanbul is the best European city but I would not go there men hunting

Thank you for another great trip report Vinapu. Well written trip reports like yours really are the the best of this forum.

I realise the OP was made last year and the member will have already have made his visit. But after two visits to Istanbul I agree with @Mavica that if the main reason is sex, the city would certainly not be my choice. Rather than wasting time exploring for the sort of massage spas you can get in Thailand and escorts you can find in many other countries, take @davet's advice - I found it one of the most stunning cities I have ever visited and would gladly return. I stayed in a small hotel with rooms around a small courtyard - very close to the Blue Mosque. The early calls from the muezzin did not concern me as I always travel with wax ear plugs which completely block the sound. Great smallish room, great breakfast, great location.

I have seen some speculation - I think from Andrew MacGregor Marshall - that it might be smart for MF to allow themselves to get squeezed out this time so they can win an overwhelming majority next election. I think that presumes a new constitution being drawn up to get rid of all those military-aligned Senate seats i the meantime.

Spot on Vinapu - I would add to your list of annoyances: “ladies and str couples on our gay beach” I really like reading your reports particularly when, im back home. Love the pictures of chicken and cashew nuts which is also my favourite too. The dish does vary a lot in Bkk and Pats particularly with the proportion of expensive cashew nuts compared with that of the chicken and other ingredients. I always feel cheated when there are few nuts. I’ve tried a couple of times making it here in U.K. - getting chicken and cashew nuts is easy but I cannot replicate the spicy taste of the juice. The second time I tipped half of it in the waste. I must look for a good cook book or have a lesson during my next trip.

I'm already dribbling, thanks to those photos....but no matter, only six days away from experiencing Balcony's version of the dish. Not forgetting the papaya salad, mai phaet.

Got to agree with you kokopelli3. Would not argue with your boyfriend about the fares Sunee-Complex 1 passenger / two passengers . I have never had an argument with a mocy driver - I just pay what they ask and sometimes tell them to keep any coin change. I thin’k the fare I've paid was usually 180 baht for 3 up - sounds very reasonable and it’s of course a tiny fraction of a night in gay Pattaya with a boy in bed to follow. I’ve never got into the habit of taking Bolt taxis - must try them during my next trip.

OK, I hope i can get through this without there being a part 4. @Axiom2020 i apologize that the font from the last post was so small. i see you're like me, "THE BIGGER THE BETTER!" again, this post will probably have misspelled words and grammatical errors so if that matters then "stop reading now." ok, now that weve gotten all that out the way, let me continue from part 2. I wanted to mention another great source to find hot guys in sdq and its Marlowes. WE walked in the club Sunday. Now some of you fact checking SL-ORES (slut-whores) are probably saying, "Bitch, didnt you say you were at the airport on Sunday?" I was, but i wasnt leaving. it was to drop one of my buddies off. The couple stayed behind with my hubby and i and around 1115 we had gone to marlowes. the owner actually saw us walk in and approached us. as usual, the outside of the bar had a lot of guys, but ive never seen the inside so crowded. the owner is a very nice, welcoming guy. he greeted us and you know me, the minute i stepped in the club my eyes was cruising the room for dick. while talking to the owner i saw a very sexy guy against the wall and asked the owner about him. the owner replied, "why dont you buy a drink and go over to talk with him." I did just that. gave this hot stud my phone and scanned the room while he put his number in my phone. there were lots of working guys in the club so my husband and i got a few numbers, told my buddies good night and walked out the club. when we walked out the club we made a right into a crowd of sexy dominican men. we spoke and within seconds were surrounded by about 5 or 6 guys. one guy in particular stood out from all the guys because he pulled out his phone and showed a video of his fukcing amazing body and dick. i just checked my phone and i have his video in my phone that i will attach. unfortunately, i will have to edit his face out but when you see the video, you will be blown away. so we got his number, but never hit him up because it was our last night and between my barber husband = bh, manaconda and master penis, my hole couldnt take anymore dick. as a matter of fact the last dick i took was manaconda. i guess the FUK JUICE poppers i was using had me thinking that i was going to fukc him until he nutted. not this time. no matter how much of that ish i sniffed, his strokes were deep and more powerful than the sensation i got from that small bottle. he actually did some damage and when i say damage i mean when he pulled out i was hurting and my husband asked was i ok. to put it nicely, lets just sayyyyyyyyyyyyy, "i should change his name from Manaconda to Phlebotomist. Manaconda is the guy from the video i posted in part 2 of the story. hes sitting on the bed in the white tank and the hard dick. listen, when he gets his dick hard it is a sight for sore eyes, will have your hole sore and should be deemed a weapon of mass destruction. now youre probably thinking, "bitch, i thought you were in love with your bh. chile, i am but some whores cant be reformed. Alright, there is still a lot to unpack from this last trip because honey i havent even gotten to saturday nights sex party. now lets go back to friday because i think i ended the story with me sucking my bh dick while he watched straight porn. wow. this guy has a big thick delicious dick and i enjoyed sucking every inch of it. he knows that my nipples are key to me giving him the most amazing bj i can possibly give. while he watched his porn my left hand played with his balls while my right hand was clinched in a fist around his dominican dick and i sucked his dick while expelling spit from my mouth unto the hole at the top of my fist. i made sure to get his dick nice and wet and used my spit as lube while i stroked his dick with my clinched dick. hearing him moan with pleasure made me suck a lot longer. the more he made noise, the more spit i created and the more i used that spit to massage his dick. after about 5 minutes i stopped, lifted my head and reached for the condom. he grabbed the back of my head and out it back on his dick so i went back down on him again. all this time, my husband is in the room with his guy as well. when i was done sucking him, he put the condom on, i got on the bed on my hands knees and was ready to receive him. when i heard him finally put the condom on, i took a whiff of my fuk juice. i knew his dick wasnt going in one the 1st, 2nd or 3rd attempt. even as we used more lube it seemed harder and harder to take him completely. after about the 5th time he got most of his dick in me, but i still wasnt comfortable because of the pain. finally, he slowly inserted himself in me, i hit the fuk juice and went to work on his dick. while we were fucking he did something he never does and began to bite my neck and ear. it was so passionate and made fukc his dick even harder. he and i are always in sync when we fukcs. when his stoke is in the outward im moving my ass to the tip of his dick and when he thrusting forward, my ass is sliding to the shaft of his amazing dick. we went at it in that same position for about 20 minutes while hes watching his porn. i could hear my husband and his guy in the hall and out of nowhere my bh lets out a huge moan and pops a load in my ass. he wasnt the only one to let out a loud moan because when i felt the force of his cum in the condom, i grinded my ass on his dick and let out a loud moan myself. that why i love the trojan bareskin raw condoms. they are fukcing amazing. my husband opened the door when he heard the commotion coming from my room, i look up, wink at him and say, "Im in love with this man!" we both laugh, my husband says SLUT then closes the door. Here's where ish gets interesting. after my bh showers and puts on his clothes, he tells me that its his sons birthday this weekend. He told me he was having a party for his son, the party would be in the colonial zone and i should CUM. i really wasnt going to go, but when he asked for a beer then told me again that his son was having a party this saturday and i should CUM. I told him ok. So i told my husband what my bh told me and he thought that we should go. i said fine we will go for a few minutes. friday night, we get together with the boys at dinner, now i had posted on my social media that i was in santo domingo. im going to tell you why you should always post when youre there. its simple, you start getting text messages from guys who want to make extra money by busting your hole wide open and thats exactly what happened. i started getting text messages from a few of the guys. one guy in particular is a i had met 2 years ago. i was introduced to him by one of my friends in miami. my miami friend told me that he had this guy who knows a lot of big dick tops and would get me these guys for a small fee. now this isnt the same guy that ive never met, but send me guys. this is someone completely different. this other guy has actually brought guys to my apartments in the colonial zone. he charges a small fee, but always delivers. i just checked my phone again and our messages are still there so i will show you our text exchange. i dont know how or where this guy gets his guys from but he has a gallery of sexy men as you will see in the attachments. ok, im going to tell you what happened when i attended my bh sons party then i will have to finish this tomorrow. so i go to the colonial zone to grab a few nice things for the kids party. my bh sent me directions to the party. i just love the dominican culture. it so simple and they are so happy with having the basics in life. as we were walking to the place where the party was, i texted bh and told him that i would be there in a few minutes based on the my phones gps. as we approached the building, i told my husband that i wanted to go to the other side of the street so i could fix my eyes on my bh before walking in. after i spotted him in the venue, we crossed the street, walked in and i shook his hand. he didnt have to tell me who his handsome son was because the kid looks exactly like him. i wished him a happy birthday, shook my bh hand and he introduced me to the lady in his life. i smiled and in my mind thought to myself, "lord have mercy, we are both sucking the same dick" we stayed for about 5 minutes and i hadnt noticed anyone familiar at the party. i went over to tell my bh good-bye and we left. while we were in the middle of the street a voice from behind us said, AMIGO. before i turned around, i thought it was my bh, but it wasnt. remember the guy who i had to physically throw out the apartment? it was him. when i saw him, i didnt want any parts of this guy. he has an amazing body and is and amazing fukc but the last time he acted like a fool was actually his 3rd time behaving that way. when he crossed the street to speak to us, he had his hand extended for a hand shake. i threw my hands up and told him no. no. im not interested. he continued to try to talk to us but i told him no, im not interested. from across the street i could hear someone saying AMIGO again. this time it was my bh. he crossed the street and asked was everything ok. i told him yes shook both their hands and walked away. i told them both thank you and told my bh that i would see him tomorrow. as we were walking to meet our buddies to eat my husband says to me, "oh slut! your man came out his sons party to defend your honor." i told him, you are so damn stupid and we laughed. Theres still more to unpack with this story. As it gets very interesting with my bh after this encounter with his cousin/friend. I will tell you why i refer to them as counsin/friend in my next post. It's getting late and i want to add those 2 attachments to this post from my cell phone.

It is true. Medellín is seeing unprecedented demand for tourism and inflation is a serious problem. Both housing costs and food prices have increased exponentially in the past 12 months and it is pricing many Colombians out of the market as more foreigners choose the city as their location for nomadic living and longer term residency. Nearby Envigado and Rionegro have seen an explosion in population as many choose to leave the city. The mayor´s office is acutely aware of the issue and are working on new residency taxes for foreigners. But that will take time. The locals had taken to calling El Poblado Medallork or Gringo Terra (like Inglaterra) this spring, and you will see increasing signs of frustration from the locals who feel that they are losing their own city.

Then the… alarm went off and my dream ended.

Coach now appears to be smallest one in the group. I’d think that someone will write a follow up account of their lives because IMO it remains the greatest rescue story in modern history.

500 baht for a bottle of beer 3500 for a bottle of red label For real?

I'm not in favor of ghettoization and don't mind if people blend in as long as they behave and employ ' live and let live" attitude. So far I never had problems with straights or ladies , be it in bar, street, shops or restaurant. Sometimes may be some look or raised brows but that's about it. We gays are no saints either unfortunately. As for the dish, that's the beauty of it, with few ingredients which can be mixed in different proportions and meat which can be added cooked or fried there's possibility of multitude of variations. As for trying it at home, many exotic drinks or dishes taste well on vacation and/or in country of their origin but not necessarily at home. I tried it at least 3 times in various Thai eateries here and while Singha beer tasted all the same , chicken with nuts was just distant relative of what I tried in LOS

Or to borrow Harry Truman’s favorite rejoinder: “if you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen.”

like that ?

Keep in mind Silom Complex location closes at 9:30 but Sukhumvit alley 11 location at closes at 11:30.

I have a friend in Japan who raves about Line, but have never used it myself - I am sticking to WhatsApp. Certainly does not sound like you are losing things. In fact I wish my vacations were as action packed as yours - I will try to be a better butterfly and maybe a change of scenery (to Thailand perhaps!) will help. I applaud your adventurous spirit!

You can get a glass of acceptable red at Wine Connection for 120 bht and bottle for 550. Have suggested promotions in the past but owners deaf to ideas like no off fee if you buy boy drink on slow nights, 2-for-1 drinks, etc.

I feel the same all the fun was in Soi Twilight , but the same can be said about Pattaya: Sunnee is almost a ghost town, Boyz Town is a pale shadow to its glory days and Jomtien Complex never appealed to me.

I recall a number of threads a few years ago about drinks prices and how when business is slow - or has been slow - the automatic reaction of bar owners is to raise prices. It is the only thing they know. Reducing prices to encourage higher patronage, reducing off prices, making shows more appealing . . . they do not want to know! Mind you, I could say the same about the cost of a glass of wine in many restaurants. Having had an enjoyable 2 hours at the newer of the two Yunimori onsens last week, I decided to have a nice meal. Across the road is a small rather elegant restaurant with medium pricing. I ordered a glass of white wine. The food was excellent but I could hardly see anything in the large wine glass. I suspect it was little more than 125 mls and cost 250 baht +service+tax. This from a bottle that from a wholesaler had problably cost not more than 600 baht. A markup of more than 350%.

Have we ever been told the reason for Dom's death in England? I seem to recall it was some sort of head injury and we were informed the reason would be announced in June/July. Why the delay was never explained. It was surely the saddest episode in this remarkable almost unbelievable rescue.

anyone can but my junk and ass doesn't and they both feel comfortable in them no matter how fake they are

not that you have much snow in Pattaya

I miss Soi Twilight. For me, it was the heart of Bangkok's nightlife. When it closed, Bangkok was really ruined for me. I don't dislike Bangkok, I just prefer living in Pattaya, specifically Jomtien. The major problems for me in Bangkok is the pollution, the never ending traffic and the heat.

Vote with your feet. If you don't want to pay it, don't go. There are cheaper places to have fun if that's what you are looking for. I wouldn't pay it, and I certainly wouldn't suffer the screeches of females in the audience. No thank you. Get the bus to Pattaya (143 TBH) and go to Nice Boys or something. You will have more fun there.

From The Nation A ceremony was held in front of the Tham Luang cave in Chiang Rai province on Saturday to mark the fifth anniversary of the global mission to save young footballers and their coach who were stranded in a flooded cave. Photos of ex-Thai Navy Seal diver Saman Kunan, who died during the mission, ex-Chiang Rai governor Narongsak Osatanakorn, who died on Wednesday, and Wild Boars football team member Duangphet Promthep, who died earlier this year in England, were set up in the area to commemorate their passing. The ceremony was presided over by Mae Sai district chief Narongpol Kid-arn and included the offering of alms to 39 monks and a religious ceremony to pay respects to sacred things in the cave and pray for the prosperity of all those who were involved in the brave rescue mission. The members of the Wild Boars football team, as well as relatives, were present at the ceremony. Ceremony at Tham Luang marks 5th anniversary Ceremony at Tham Luang marks 5th anniversary

you are posting on gay forum or writing horror novel ? Now I know why I like my Baan Silom , no waiting for check-in or -out, neither for elevator. And definitely no waiting for breakfast as none offered. Unesco Heritage is short walk from there though and no waiting there either. Long live cheap!

I think there can be no doubt this man was a hero - very much an unsung hero in the amazing rescue of the boys and their coach. He basically had to command a very motley army ranging from the best experts in the world to the villagers who donated their rice paddies for drainage of the water from the cave. How sad that he should have died so relatively young! I hope all will remember his words taken from the speech he made when accepting on behalf of the entire team of rescuers the Asia Game Changer Award from the Asia Society in New York - “I wish the entire incident would inspire everyone to start living for others. This small change could be a game changer for the world.” May he rest in peace.

what extras you want in massage? combing hair?

In Jomtien Complex, I would estimate 50% of the boys there are "gay", at least in the Western understanding of the word. I would say 65% enjoy sex with men, but that 15% are "men" (won't bottom, not a chance, ever). I would estimate 70% are looking for customers and 30% wish you were not there. Some actively despise farang. There are a couple of bars now that only really exist as party bars for the boys. Farang customers are tolerated but largely ignored. Your observations about boys sitting around drinking together is true. Many are not working boys, they have fulltime employment and are drinking with friends in their free time, even if their friend is a bar boy. Then you have the boys who make their money from sponsors, onlyfans, or on the apps in the day/early evening (that's where I get mine). They are out to have fun with their friends and already have money in their pocket for the day. Those are the ones who won't even look at you, however long you try to get their attention. If you want a blowjob, ask to use the short time room. Many bars have them. Shit, it happens often in the toilets at many complex bars. As for kissing, while it does happen and is accepted by many, most boys don't want their friends seeing them do "things" with foreigners. To be honest, I find it quite vile. Watching some 80 year old tourist slobbering over some 20 year olds boy face because he gets 40 baht from a boy drink.... don't get me started. Take it back to your room. What happens in someone's room is their business, so take it there. I hate to see when boys get uncomfortable because a tourist can't behave themselves in public and all their friends can see what's happening. Alternatively, you can go to a gogo bar. Different rules there!

A few years ago I based myself near Fussen for a week. Perched on the hill, Schloss Neuschwanstein looks stunning although the bus tours now make driving up there a real trial. I preferred the much smaller Schloss Linderhof with its beautiful gardens and lovely rooms. Also nearby is the stunning rococo design of the Wieskirche.

Unesco desigation for Patpong location still holding !!!

you think too much. Chances they accept kiss are very high although not universal. Some may not be keen on kissing in public i.e. in bar but gladly will do in the room. Not much bravery required to ask - they heard it all and more. When I decide to take boy with me , after deal is sealed but before we go home I always ask them if they kiss. This order signalizes to them that I'm interested in kissing but they can refuse if they are not keen. One of sweetest moments of many offs was when guy who initially refused to kiss after hour or two planted kiss on me unannounced.

It's your Trademark....

Orange were on sale perhaps. I don't like green colour on clothes and yet for years world saw me in green parka . Why?, only green was on sale at 50% off. Tempting for piece for garment costing 300$ and this was 20 years ago

Very nice place for coffee. Was there this afternoon.

While eating at Shenanigans on Surawong (corner Patpong One), waitress who remembered us from now closed Paddy Field (next to Foodland) stopped by table to say hello. Paddy. Field was run by same manager of popular Shenanigans. One of the classic lady bars of Patpong Two, Black Pagoda, appears to have closed. It was the only venue with a bridge that spanned the soi. Passed Screw Boy at 11:12 last night and it seemed that the entire stable (sans those serving customers inside or those who’d been already offed) were lounging around outside after show. It was an impressive and lively group.

Visited Screboys yesterday with another member right after they opened for a night. At least 16 boys on duty already. All twinky but some bit better built. At least 3 offable for me, #26 looked the best and was subject of vinapu tuck of 100 baht note. Did not show, any resistance. Boys in boxers, most bareceted, drink 350 Then went upstairs to Freshboys, right in time for show to begin. At least 20 boys on duty, best looking shockingly also #26. At least 6 acceptable for possible off. Show progressive, simulated sex but cock certainly not simulated, stimulated, possibly by machine, for sure though. Big cock show with parade of solicitors of feel for a tip. 8 participants. Sexy shower number. At least 20 spectators in the beginning with more arriving later. One spectator, nice chested and seriously drunk tried to imitate vinapu tuck after seeing how it, s done distributed at least 12 red notes, some using mouth to mouth technique. It was fun.

Yesterday i was speaking to this guy and asked for his picture over whatsapp. He sent his pic and I realized he looked very young. I grew alarmed and asked his age. He told me 19. I then asked to see his identification if he wanted to come over to the apartment and visit. He then told me he was 15 and that age didn't matter because he does as he pleases. I've watched too many episodes of LOCKED UP ABROAD to ever consider breaking the law in a foreign country by sleeping with a minor. Be careful. Ask for identification and if they won't provide it and they look too young then steer clear of the individual. Times are so hard in these countries, the teenagers are now selling themselves to help make ends meet. Be careful, my BoyToy friends!