On my way...

[ggobkk]

Day ?

 

It’s been noted in a PM that Day 2 is really a continuation of Day 1 as it began shortly after midnight and thus on the day when everything reported as Day 2 occurred.  That’s what jet lag does…

 

So here is my next report which I will call #4 of June 2017.  Thanks, readers, for keeping me on my toes.

 

It’s now Monday morning, after about 6 hours of sleep, I wake to find several messages from Ya of Siam Roads about meeting up in Pattaya as he is touring with a client on the islands.  Ya suggests we ride together to Bangkok and discuss our trip north.  Sounds like a plan and is agreed to.  Ya will arrange the transport.  I was going to use TPP Taxi and tell Ya what the rate was quoted.

 

Decide after yesterday’s breakfast at the hotel which had unforeseen consequences), I head to the beach where I settle into Sandbar for some banana pancakes…the tree removal and chipper blasting have now reached to in front of Sandbar.  Suspect, today will be another missed beach opportunity.

 

Take a baht bus to Central World…arrive at 10:30, mall not open until 11am…but Starbucks is!  Pay almost as much for a venti iced tea as I did for my banana pancakes at Sandbar.  Not complaining, just noting.

 

Mall opens, basically, it’s a mall but a big deal in Pattaya.  I look for things that might be unique and fail.  There is a Jim Thompson Outlet but I don’t need a 9,000-baht shirt (reduced from 18,000!).

 

Hop in the baht bus and return to Jomtien.  Decide to pay a visit to Blue Massage.  Since I was giving up on the beach, I’d miss having someone tend to my feet, Blue can take care of that and so I up for a pedicure, manicure, and with some coaxing a massage.

 

There are six guys in the lobby area when I arrive, all are cute, since I was beginning with having my feet cleaned and trimmed I chose the guy with a smile and manicured hands (there was only one). 

 

After finishing that phase, I asked to see the massage rooms.  They run the length of the building with a room length bar across the pathway form the rooms.  (Someone may remember what this building was before Blue came in, it looks to have been a bar or restaurant).

 

The rooms are constructed from temporary materials, with a curtain at the entrance, mattresses on the floor.  Seems that the therapists live in the building as my guided tour woke a number of them who were sleeping in the massage rooms. 

At the far end of the building, there were two more private rooms with massage tables.  The showers were also located at the far end near the private rooms.  I chose an hour cream massage 300 baht) and stayed with my hand and foot expert.  It was ok, nothing fantastic, the HE was there but nothing memorable.

 

Leaving, I noted a really cute therapist who had either just arrived or had awakened in one of the rooms.  Made a mental reference to think about another visit.

 

Go back to Poseidon, deal with messages from Mac about the timing and touring with him for the end of the next week.  There’s rain on the way…I decide what the hell have another massage and go back to TBMI.  2 hour for 350, taken to a room on the 2^nd floor, four mattresses on the floor, one elevated.  Only one space open, that must be for me.  Therapist arrives and pleasantly tortures my body for two hours. 

 

I noted later that night that I had a series of small bite marks on the arm that had been pressed into the pillow that has been on the mattress.  Don’t know if the bites were from there.  Irritating as the massage was really great and my range of movement and flexibility increased.

 

At hotel, I take a shower, dress for dinner downstairs, tonight it’s a light appetizer and schnitzel and a glass of wine with the chef.  He talks about changes to the menu and having a senior category – not for those over a “certain” age but meaning smaller portions.  I suggest the proposed name may not be  helpful.

 

OK.  Now time to get to Boyztown.  In the back of my mind that I’ll have an opportunity see if “K” is actually out of town tending to his grandmother’s funeral or is back working.  No, I’m not suspicious, just “interested”.  K is incredibly handsome in every way and…actually, I don't know what to think or surmise.

 

Baht bus, drink at Panorama Pub and note that the draperies reported on the BBB statues have been removed but there is no 9pm show.  K is usually outside before the show or working out on the machines in the “gym”.  No sign of him, I see a mamasan from BBB and ask about K – he uses another name at the bar but she know who I’m asking about and tells me that he is away with family!  OK, that’s solved.

 

Decide to check out Cupidol, 8 guys looking bored, with two in rotation.  Nothing strikes my fancy.  I seem to draw mamasans like mosquitoes – but I have developed a way to let them know that I’m in for only a drink and have other plans.  I learn a bit about the boys and say something like “oh, if I’d known, but I have make plans, next time...”. 

 

Same story at Toy Boys, maybe 10 guys in white briefs, with the best-looking guys outside and not available.  Go BBB for the show, but with some much clothing and so many Chinese, I leave after one drink.

 

Bored in Boyztown!  Guess, I was hoping K would be there, not sure of what the interaction might have been, but would have liked to find out.  Decide to head back to Jomtien…take the bus all the way to the beach and enjoy hearing the waves break on the shore without the tree removal background music.

 

Walk back by Blue Massage and the cute masseur is available…his name is Kenn (I think but that’s not what was on his ID).  I tell him I like him but don’t want a third massage today.  He is very clear that he wouldn’t mind seeing my hotel.  The basic massage fee translates into an off fee.  Back at the Poseidon and in the shower, it’s clear that he has a model’s body.  I indicate that this will be mostly a chuck wow session as I’m depleted from the previous night.  Kenn adds some unanticipated oral skills to this and it’s a pleasant hour!

 

He departs, I clean up and go out to Your Place to say good bye to the guys who have taken care of me, Leo, Tien, and Bit are all willing to go back with me (not sure if a four way was being offered) but I just smiled and enjoyed a drink with them and gave each 100 baht as I said goodbye.  Tien looked particularly disappointed…I think as a newbie he was enjoying the regular series of “offs” and was thinking they would continue.  Leo just sent me more messages to read when I opened up my phone.

 

Sleep alone…

[vinapu]

 

Nice report and thanks for not sharing everything like a447a does.

which you don't like but read three times anyways, right?

[vinapu]

 

 

 

 

 

Vinapu - thanks for reminding me about my laundry...I brought it all home with me......... 

 

........ As to identifying boys...well, I do my best to be discreet.   s:  , Tien has another name on his identification (which I checked because he looked young -he is young but legal) and Leo who gave me his Planet Romeo profile which is a completely different name........

 

 

This threeway was service oriented toward me, the  boys played with each other but wouldn't kiss one another.........  Others may have other experiences.  

I don't know about others but since I like to travel lightly doing daily laundry is price I gladly pay for pleasure of having light luggage.

 

 

I like your way if identifying boys  perhaps because I do the same , provide name they gave me.

 

If I was happy with him this may land an interest of others to boost his business although it's not fool proof since I recall few cases I recommended somebody wholeheartedly and he did not turn as expected.  

It works other way around too, I was happy with boys I was warned against and at least one of our readers was happy with off I advised him against.

 

Naming boys A, B, C etc. makes for hard reading , at least for me.

 

If somebody intends to be more graphic in his report , I like approach by numazu and a447 when boy is given  nickname by the author so kind of screen is maintained. This prevents situation when boy may be expected to execute some task he did gladly for one of us but may not be willing  for one reason or another to do it for another.

 

As for threeways from my limited experience everything can be arranged for but boys should know expectancy  before off so they can present any limits they may have.

Definitely and by far I had most fun when an idea of threesome come from boys in question themselves , perhaps logical as nothing beats pleasure of fucking one's friend and get paid for that.   

[vinapu]

 

Sleep alone…

that's outright sin !

[santosh108]

I can not help but thinking of all those lovely shady palm trees along the beach being removed.  There are always plenty of boys, but trees.........

[steveboy]

I don't know about others but since I like to travel lightly doing daily laundry is price I gladly pay for pleasure of having light luggage.

 

Daily laundry??!

 

I also travel light, with about five light shirts, and I hardly ever need to do any laundry during my 12 day trips.  I walk a lot outside and sweat, but maybe my body does not release corrosive and stinky sweat.  Also I don't drop ketchup on my shirts or get them full of cum.  If I have to wash a shirt or socks, I do this in my bathroom with regular soap and let them dry overnight.  And I don't poop or piss in my underwear. 

[steveboy]

Departure day…finally

 

Time to play with ANA’s seat selection.  I book with United but United only flies the San Francisco to Tokyo leg, ANA is the partner for the Tokyo to Bangkok segment.  United allows me to pick my seat at the time I book, not the case with ANA. I’ve learned over time and several trips, to ask United to give me the ANA locator/conformation number.  24 hours prior a flight’s departure, ANA allows online seat selection.  

 

With your ANA confirmation number, you can call them at any prior date and with the plane diagram from seatguru.com in front you can talk with a representative and have him reserve the ANA seats.  I always tell that I'm a senior and need the isle seats, and they help me to select the best ones. 

[vinapu]

Daily laundry??!

 

I also travel light, with about five light shirts

I have rule of ' three ' : one is on me, second one is drying and third one ready to go

 

 And I don't poop or piss in my underwear. 

thank you for clarification. no doubt many were wondering and now we know before somebody even asked

[stijntje]

that's outright sin !

Well, I prefer it too.

Don't mix pleasure with a good night of sleep

[GWMinUS]

"We can safely assume that not much time with boys was spent on prayers or doing laundry, right ?"

 

OH but my Off and I just watch Thai Lakorn...

Particularly if I find out he is only 17yo!! HAHAHA

[captainmick]

Daily laundry??!

 

I also travel light, with about five light shirts, and I hardly ever need to do any laundry during my 12 day trips.  I walk a lot outside and sweat, but maybe my body does not release corrosive and stinky sweat.  Also I don't drop ketchup on my shirts or get them full of cum.  If I have to wash a shirt or socks, I do this in my bathroom with regular soap and let them dry overnight.  And I don't poop or piss in my underwear.

 

It's getting a bit whiffy round here......

 

Laundry shops are so inexpensive in Thailand, I can't see any reason not to always wear fresh clothes. Don't you want to be fresh for the boys?

[Guest DThump]

which you don't like but read three times anyways, right?

No once is enough; I like the stuff about the boys but who wants to hear it about some old guy? Yuck!

[TMax]

No once is enough; I like the stuff about the boys but who wants to hear it about some old guy? Yuck!

Well then I will save you some pain, don't read my trip reports coming up in a couple of weeks because they will contain content that you obviously won't like

[Jasper]

Don't you want to be fresh for the boys?

I wish everyone is considerate like you and Vinapu.

Thai boys are super sensitive about personal hygiene and appearances, much more than Westerners. I hear bar boys complain about smelly farangs wearing the same shirt for 2-3 days.

[Guest DThump]

Well then I will save you some pain, don't read my trip reports coming up in a couple of weeks because they will contain content that you obviously won't like

Thanks for the heads up!

[a447a]

No once is enough; I like the stuff about the boys but who wants to hear it about some old guy? Yuck!

The posts I make are never, ever about me. I don't even get a mention.

 

Not a single word about my super-human sexual prowess, my 20 cm cock, my swimmers body, my awesome cumshot, my incredible stamina, etc. Lol

 

All that refers to the boys I write about - the stuff that you like.

 

Not even I would want to read about myself!

 

"Yuck!"

[TMax]

20cm, you said 20 inches before

 

Actually thinking about it I will make two reports, one will contain the mundane stuff like travel, hotels, shopping, restaurants, etc. The other will contain the amorous adventures of the boys that I see, massage visits, mischievous fun etc.

[a447a]

20cm, you said 20 inches before.

Yeah, I know. But I figured that would be too hard to swallow for board members (pun most definitely intended!) so I've now changed it to centimetres.

 

Anyone still believe me?

 

Lol.

 

BTW, the fact that Dthump got my posts so wrong suggests he's never even read one.

 

If that's the case, why criticise?

 

Just for the sake of it?

[spoon]

BO (body odor). Interestingly many of the people with BO don't realize they have bad BO until someone pointed out to them. It has something to do with our brain coping mechanisms that will tuned out background information, thus allowing us to focus on new information that is critical to our survival. If u have ever enter a cave for a period of time, and then out through the same entrance, you will notice a new smell when u came out that wasnt there before.

 

Anyway, most people who live in southeast asia shower 2 times a day minimum, which is why i guess we are a bit more sensitive to body odor. And we also change clothes as frequently as we take shower. In the morning and evening.

[vinapu]

I wish everyone is considerate like you and Vinapu.

Thai boys are super sensitive about personal hygiene and appearances, much more than Westerners. I hear bar boys complain about smelly farangs wearing the same shirt for 2-3 days.

not only they are sniffing us but also watching what we are wearing.

 

One of Tawan boys once noticed that I'm wearing the same shirt I had on me when I offed him on my last night of previous trip  6 month earlier.

He was right and what was even more remarkable was fact that it was nothing special about that shirt other thank small ink spot on one of the pockets.

[vinapu]

 If u have ever enter a cave for a period of time, and then out through the same entrance, you will notice a new smell when u came out that wasnt there before.

 

very astute observation !

 

We are talking small stuff and I'm sure in meantime ggobkk is cooking next installment of his report. 

[ggobkk]

very astute observation !

 

We are talking small stuff and I'm sure in meantime ggobkk is cooking next installment of his report. 

I swear, there would be no Trip Reports without Vinapu's encouragement...some might call it incessant prodding

 

Transfer day

 

Up, today (Tuesday) is a transfer day.  Travel to Bangkok so that tomorrow I can head north towards the River Kwai.

 

One thing that I’ve noticed is I have a great internal directional sense.  If I visit a place and can roam around, the geography folds into my memory bank and even years later I can remember short cuts, where this or that is.  That’s a great gift…the offsetting curse is that I am unable to give directions to someone else.  It’s a “travel with me and will get there” but “don’t ask me for directions as you will get lost”.

 

I mention this as much of this installment and the following deal with travel in Thailand, I know how I got where I was going but I’m unable to tell you where exactly that was.  Good luck.

 

Anyway, back to getting up…decide one more great breakfast at Sandbar (eggs Benedict) and a sad look as more trees are ripped out.  There are, this morning, arriving trucks with palm trees…maybe they’re being planted to make Dongtan more like Jomtien Beach.

 

Ya has been texting, he’s on the island and is planning to meet the driver when he gets onshore/mainland/? And then pick me at noon.  That gives me some time to pack (5 mins), chat with the hotel staff, and go back to the TBMI for a foot massage. 

 

Car arrives at 11:45…no Ya.  Driver gives me his phone with Ya on the line. Ya is still waiting for his boat to make the trip to Pattaya.  He will take a van and meet me in the morning.

 

While in the car, there is a Line message from K telling me he’ll be back in Pattaya tomorrow.  I reply that I’ll see him next trip and sorry about his grandmother.

 

Van, who always is part of my trip reports, is back in Bangkok with a non gogo boy job working in the garment industry.  He’s been in Vietnam for the past few weeks qualifying for his Vietnamese driving license.  His text tells me that he’ll see me around 5pm when he finishes work.

 

Driver gets me to the Raya by 2pm.  Get off the elevator on the 5^th floor at the registration desk.  As I step off the elevator, the clerk on duty say’s welcome back, using my name.  I am impressed – this is like Numazu at the Crowne Plaza being greeted so well.  Then I think about it and The Raya’s clientele.  I’m the only non-Japanese guest.  Not too hard to figure out who I was – especially when I’d sent a note saying I’d arrive around 2pm.

 

Large room with a full kitchen, living area, and a large bedroom.  Windows look out over Twilight.  Head out to the tailors (Excelsior) to order some chinos…want to have a fitting when I get back to Bangkok and not sure if there will be enough time if I wait until next week to decide.  Decide to indulge and order a light weight topcoat.

 

Stop at the remodeled Family Mart next to Twilight for some snacks and Lipton lemon ice tea.

 

Van texts that he’s in the lobby,  I go down and meet him, he gives the desk his ID, they make a copy and return it – that’s an improvement over last visit when they kept it until he left.  Lobby is full of golf bags as a small group of Japanese has just arrived.

 

Van checks out the room, gives his approval, and we snuggle on the sofa for a while.  For those Forum members who have read any of my earlier reports, Van has been a part of each one.  I initially met him when he smiled the right way from the stage at Hot Male three years ago.  We’ve done some traveling together, I know his friends, he knows that I’ll help with things (not money) as when his passport was lost/stolen last October. 

 

His driver’s license is a big achievement for him.  He’s told me at least two years back that it was a dream of his.  When I was with him in February, I challenged him to get the license.  I asked him the cost, including any lessons, and when I learned what that would be, I told him if he got one in the next year, I’d cover half the cost.  He did, he showed me the license (not that I could really tell), and I paid up.  That was the first time, I’d come up with any $$$ other than long time fees when I’d off’d him from the club.

He tells me about his job and his income.  Work is making clothes and is paid on a per piece basis.  On a good day, he makes 300 baht.  I ask him what he want to do and instead of “up to you” he says he want us to get haircuts.  So, we go to Cutey and Beauty, and while I decline a haircut, he and the stylist have a conversation on getting to what he wants.

 

We head to Hot Male Bar and get there just before a downpour hits and the street is flooded.  Enjoy the greetings, told I’ve been missed by several of the boys and regular workers – including many I’ve never met.  Ask if another member of the Forum is around, PaulSF had told me that he often is in Hot Male 2 but not tonight. 

 

Van knows several of the boys, a young women selling fruit stops by and talks with Van.  He tells me she is the wife of one of the Hot Male guys, one I know well and have spent a couple of nights with in the past.  Van tells me that she and her husband have a baby and she shows me a picture.  This is informational overload for me.  I turn my attention to some of the bar boys who are massaging my neck. 

 

The rain subsides and Hot Male’s grabber, the guy who urges anyone walking in Twilight to go upstairs, says I should go up and say hello.  He’s always good to me and updates me on the boys both in the bar and upstairs.  Ask Van if he wants to go up, he says I should go, drinks are cheaper downstairs.  Later, back at the hotel, he’ll tell me that he is staying away as he is thinking about going back to work there, 300 baht a day is sufficient for food and housing, but nothing else but he doesn’t want to go to the bar now and get in a discussion about it.  Seems, that since he left without notice there is a 2000-baht bar fine before he can work.

 

I go up and am seated in the same place as last time, non-smoking side of the room, center section, one row up.  Mamasan comes over, a couple of the guys I know come by, and I ask if “Boy” is there.  He is and comes over.  Boy is someone highly recommended by PaulSF so I wanted to meet him.

 

I chat with everybody for a while.  While I buy a drink for myself, I tip the others 100 baht each.  Everyone but the club wins this way.

 

Back downstairs, Van and I go back to the Raya.  We talk more, he tells me about work, about learning to drive, and what a dream that’s been.  He wants to know when next week I’ll be back.  I tell him Sunday night or Monday, not sure.  Actually, it’s Sunday but that may be a butterfly kind of day, thus the Monday possibility.  He says he has a friend he has to help one night but will see me beforehand.  (Note: much of this conversation is courtesy of Google Translate).

 

We shower together and then have what I refer to as “married sex”.  We know each other’s likes and bodies well.  It’s not exciting, but it’s what is right for this moment. 

 

He is up at 5 to get to work.  He makes me some tea before he leaves and wishes me a good trip and asks to be remembered to Ya, who he knows and likes.

 

I check out of the hotel and leave my carryon bag with the hotel’s storage.  Just have my backpack.  Ya arrives at 8:30am and we head out by taxi to the transit point where the vans go northeast to Kanchanaburi and the River Kwai.

 

For those under 40, here is some background.  “The Bridge over the River Kwai” was a multiple Oscar winner WWII film that came out when I was young.  All I know about the region and what for years I know of Thailand came from that film.  I did some testing on folks at home and found that those under 40 never head of the film, those over 40 had.

 

Visiting the bridge was a key element in my touring plans and Ya was happy to help as he’d given several tours there already.  The van drops us off at the River Kwai Resort a short walk from the bridge which can be seen from the hotel.

 

We walk to the bridge, which is smaller than I expected.  We walk across, take lots of photos, then adjourn to a waterside restaurant for lunch, where my chicken and friend rice order comes as shrimp and friend rice.  I tell Ya that I’m a bit underwhelmed by the bridge.

 

He says that later we will look more at the history but to wait until the afternoon when it’s cooler.  Go back to the hotel and enjoy the pool.

 

On our way walking back to the hotel, Ya talks up a women with a “tricycle” – a motorcycle with a large side car seating two.  She gives him her phone number. 

 

As the day cools, Ya said it was time to go, he called for a Tricyle and when it arrived it was the woman’s son.  Folks, he was a real looker.  Incredibly handsome.  He could tricycle me anywhere.  As it was he dropped us at a cemetery.

 

It was now that I began slowly to comprehend that the Bridge in the movie was only a symbol of what had occurred seventy some years earlier.  The Japanese needed a way to transport supplies to troops in Burma and to prepare for an invasion of India (which never happened).  This required building a 250+ km railway in and through incredibly difficult terrain.

 

To do the work 60,000 allied prisoners of war captured in Singapore and SE Asia were transported to Kanchanaburi.  An equal or greater number of locals were “encouraged” to participate in the railroad building.

 

The cemetery in Kanchanaburi is the resting place of more than 7,000 Brits, Aussies, New Zealanders, and Dutch. More than 12,000 of the allied POWs died building the road as did probably 40,000 of the locals.  That is like one death for every railroad tie laid down.

 

As I walked the rows of graves and read inscriptions an understanding crept over me of the immensity of the loss.  From the ages on the grave markers, no one seemed to be older than 23. 

 

Until now I had no idea of anything more than a bridge in an old film. The more I read of the plaques on the walls, I understood that it’s not part of the USA story as only 500+ POWs here were Americans.  Talking with a friend online and telling about what I’d seen, the comparison was made to the Bataan “Death March” of American troops in the Philippines.  Yes, a similar number of POWs (60,000+) were involved but fewer than 700 died.  That’s one tenth of the graves in this one cemetery in remote Thailand.

 

My family history is a mix of English and Scots.  Looking in the listing of those interred in the cemetery, I found 9 with the same family name, one with the same name as mine. 

 

The sun finally set, Ya and I took some photos, and we walked out.  I wasn’t quite ready to do anything, so we just walked, as we walked we looked at the menus of the many restaurants along the road, we settled on one and had a decent meal, I don’t remember what it was, but the dining room which opened onto the street was brightly lit and filled with books.

 

After dinner, Ya took me to what I think was a gay bar, but we were the only two there.  So, I guess it was a gay bar at that moment.

 

Tricycle back to the River Kwai Resort.  Ya reminds me when breakfast is the next morning and that we will be taking a train along part of the railroad line built by those whose graves we’d left.  He asks if I want to see some of the museums about the history.  I agree.  I go to my room and go on line and start earning more.

[ggobkk]

Just a typo correction - last line should read "start learning more".

 

Then again, earning more isn't a bad idea...

[vinapu]

 

 

I swear, there would be no Trip Reports without Vinapu's encouragement...some might call it incessant prodding

 

 

I hope you don't mind

 

Van's salary of 300 / day is an eye opener and reminds us that Thailand is still essentially poor country despite all that Bangkok glitter here and there.

 

I heard that in some bars penalty is even higher , up to 5000 if somebody left and wants to return. Harsh but I guess they must keep their boys in line , otherwise staff may fluctuate just too much

[ChristianPFC]

Up, today (Tuesday) is a transfer day.  Travel to Bangkok so that tomorrow I can head north towards the River Kwai.

...

Ya arrives at 8:30am and we head out by taxi to the transit point where the vans go northeast to Kanchanaburi and the River Kwai.

...

For those under 40, here is some background.  “The Bridge over the River Kwai” was a multiple Oscar winner WWII film that came out when I was young.

 

Kanchanaburi is west of Bangkok. Going to Kanchanaburi in style would be by train (but van or bus is faster and more frequent).

 

The novel is "The Bridge over the River Kwai",

the movie is "The Bridge on the River Kwai".