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[four17]

Forgot to mention last post, I won't have any more pix, aside from a few phone cam shots; seems I left the charger for my G12 back home on my friend's kitchen counter, and didn't find one in Bangkok until my last day there ...

But on with the show.

The next night at 8:30 finds me walking up the back steps in Nana Plaza on my way to Cascades. As I get up to the second floor, preparing for the inevitable Casanova glamazon attack, I find Cindy buying shoes from an old lady peddling same. She looks at me, looks at her watch and says "You're late."

"Rubbish," I say. "You said you started at 8:30. it's 8:30, and here I am. If anything you're about to be late for work," I say with a laugh. "C'mon, let's go pay your barfine and have a couple of drinks."

We promptly do that, and find that Cascades is actually kind of busy tonight. Not anywhere near high-season busy, but busy enough that there are only a few ladies flashing the "two-ladies" sign. When I first started coming here some years ago, I remember thinking "why are they flashing the "V-for-Victory" sign?

Tee Tee comes over to talk to Cindy; turns out they are pretty tight buds. I've never been with Tee Tee, but she's always been on my "keep-an-eye-out-for" list, and I think that if time permits, I might have to come back for her -- Cindy being well aware that I'm a self-professed "bad butterfly man."

What is it about the Tee Tees and the Ta Tas bringing the badonk-a-donk-donk? Both of 'em look like they walked out of a Rubens painting.

Anyway, Cindy and I soon adjourn to Heaven at 4. The sweet girl that works the front desk in the evenings gawps at me with wide eyes for a moment; hehheh, I guess she hadn't pegged me for the ladyboy type. Or maybe she thought I would be bringing back a fabulous lil' twink boy; that seems to be the more common preference among Heaven @ 4's guests. Not that I have a problem with this, of course. Like I've observed earlier, I certainly ain't got no room to talk, and I'm a live-and-let-live kind of guy anyway.

Up in the room, Cindy laughs when I turn on the lights, and I can't blame her. While not as cheesy as the Penthouse back in Patts, Heaven @ 4's rooms -- at least mine, anyway -- resemble a set from a 1980s porn shoot. When I first walked in I had an impulse to put on a shiny shirt with a big collar, go to Nana Liquid, pick up a hooker and bring her back to snort coke off her ass: party like it's 1979.

My room has a big ledge/couch thing going on, covered with a cushion upholstered in pseudo-velvet, colored red of course. There are red accent lights to complete the affect. Cindy asks me if this is where I sleep, and I reply that no, this is where I do naughty things.

I then proceed to demonstrate what this conveniently waist-high ledge/couch is good for, and it's some time before we make it to the bed for the main event. For those of you that have been with Cindy, then you know how much fun she is in the room; she is a big ole' freak, and she's up for everything and anything. Of course, as always, she tries talking me into letting her top me, but I'm having none of it.

Just about everything else is on the table though -- er, on the bed, that is. Or on that goofy red built-in couch thing.

Judging from how much she finally cums, I guess she was telling the truth about no customers in a while: for the second time this trip I get to watch a ladyboy cum on her own face.

As Paris Hilton might say, "That's hot." ... Well, Paris would probably say "eww, gross" but I think it's hot.

After we part ways, I adjourn to the ThaIrish bar on Soi 4 for a pint of the real thing. Unlike the Hilton in Hua Hin, this place gets the good Guinness. The Thai owner/manager woman has told me that her distributor actually gets it from the St. James Gate brewery in Dublin. I have no idea if that's true, but it certainly tastes like the real deal, and not the aforementioned over-priced swill one finds elsewhere in SE Asia. I make sure I have at least one pint every night I'm in Bangers, as I'm aware it's likely the last I'll have Guinness for some months -- until the next time I'm in Bangkok.

The night is still young, and I decide to check out the rest of Nana Plaza. I head into Temptations, and there are a bunch of lovelies in there now. Last time I was in there, it was pretty rough trade, but not so now. Had I not just sated my lust, I don't think I would have gotten out of there without company.

I did chat with the mamasan a bit, and ask if there was anyone named Guitar working there; I remember reading on here somewhere that she had moved here from Obsessions. I know she has gotten mixed reviews, but I've always had a great time with her, and she is right gorgeous, too. But the mamasan says there is no one by that name though, so after a few drinks and a few lady drinks, I head downstairs to Obsessions.

It's fairly busy, and there are a lot of new faces here; in fact I don't see anyone I recognize, including Guitar. It's busy enough that I'm not immediately mobbed, but a young lady sitting on the bench next to mine asks if she can join me, and I think "why not?" and beckon her over. I buy her a drink, we exchange pleasantries, and she asks if I know all the girls are ladyboys. I feign surprise.

"What? No way! You're all are so lovely. There's no way you all have cocks!" At which point I reach between her legs and give her rather ample package a big squeeze. She laughs and says "You've been here before! You like ladyboy?"

Not for a long time, and yes I certainly do, I reply, and take the opportunity to ask about Guitar. She doesn't work here anymore, she says. Apparently she got into the yabba, according to Donnae (Donnay? She pronounces her name "dough-nay").

Again, who knows where the facts end and the fiction begins. Guitar was a little odd, I'll admit, but she never struck me as one to get drug addled. If anything, she seemed to be a bit conservative in that regard (as conservative as a ladyboy prostitute with a porn career can be). I'd never seen her drink alcohol, after all. But then it's not like I knew her intimately ... er, well, you know what I mean.

I briefly consider going for another short-time this night, but I'm already yawning. In spite of my night off, the two weeks of partying/drinking/whoring is starting to wear on me. I tell Donnae that I've already had my fun for the night, and have been having too much fun for the past two weeks or so, but am happy to buy her drinks and talk. Donnae actually has pretty good English, and while she may not be the best looker in the bar, she is cute nevertheless, with little milk-producing hormone titties (I sampled her milk, of course -- a fine vintage) .

She assures me though that she can still cum, in spite of the breast milk and hormones -- "Oh yes. I masturbate every night," she says in an offhand way, which almost causes me to rethink my plan to *not* barfine anyone else (she actually used the word "masturbate"). She tells me that things have been really slow; the past month she has only had two customers. However, she points out the no. 1 lady in the bar -- predictably looking like she just stepped out of a hentai manga -- who has had a customer almost every night (which might explain why she is currently asleep on the bench next to ours. And this in turn might explain why she doesn't have a customer tonight).

When the bar closes, I tell Donnae that I'll be back to see her, if not this week then the next time I'm in Bangers. And I mean it. I really enjoyed talking to her, she is a cute, and it seems a right shame she has to wack off every night. Somebody needs to do something about that, gentlemen. I give her a healthy tip, tucking the baht in her bra and panties and head out to wade through the sea of flesh leaving Nana plaza at 2:15 a.m.

On the way out, I suddenly find an ample ass rubbing against my crotch as I pass the Nana Burger cart. I look down and it's none other than Ms. No. 1 from Obsessions, in all her would-be Japanese glory. She looks up at me with her big anime eyes and bats those fake lashes that I'm sure captivate the Japanese businessmen, and I once again reconsider my evening's plans (I liked anime before it was cool, after all).

"I see you in Obsessions. Go wit me now, no barfine," she says with a grin, but I smile back and tell her some other time, thinking that if was really going to reconsider, I'd go back and look for Donnae.

I head over to Guess Bar, thinking a few games of pool are in order before I call it a night, and maybe I can find out for sure what's up with Gate. I have had more than one girl fib about the whereabouts of another, in hopes of scoring some work. This time I ask the cashier about Gate, the chubby cutie I assume is a GG, and she says "Yes, she's been away on holiday. But she'll be back tomorrow working."

Hot damn! "Really? Tomorrow?" A quick consultation with some of the other girls in Thai ensues, and she assures me that yes, Ms. Gate will be at work and available tomorrow. Beer chooses this time to remind me yet again that she can do everything Gate can do, but I stick to my guns once more and head home alone.

[four17]

Excerpted from the manual entitled "Care and Feeding of Gate from Guess Bar:"

" ... but there is an exception to her legendary capacity for alcoholic consumption. If you take her out for dinner and you decide to try the new sushi place on Soi 4, do not feed her sake, particularly if she's already been into the tequila back at the bar.

"You can explain to her that sake can sneak up on a person, particularly if they have never had it before. She, of course, will not heed this warning, as she could drink even an accomplished Irisman udner the table (in fact we've seen her do this very thing in Guess Bar, once upon a time).

"Then you will proceed back to your hotel for some fun before heading to the disco as you had planned, only the sake will kick in right about now. You will come out of the shower to find Ms. Gate down for the count, half undressed and asleep with no chance of being roused until the next morning."

If only I had read "Care and Feeding of Gate" before this night.

I show up at Guess early, determined to find Gate, only to arrive as she has ducked out for some food. But Beer and the cashier assure me that she will be back shortly, so Beer and I play a few games of pool. When Gate arrives I can tell she doesn't remember me at first, and I'm not surprised; we've both been well into our cups every time I've barfined her, and we've always gone short time. And it's been a little more than a year since we last bumped uglies.

Still after a moment, I can see the light come on, and she says "You live in back-of-beyond-buri, na. I remember."

"I did, but not anymore. I've been home for the last seven or eight months."

"You a little pompui now."

"Yeah, American food -- it's no good."

We drink -- imagine that -- and shoot pool and get reacquainted. At one point I indulge in the five ladydrinks for 500 baht special, and it's tequila all around for Gate and some unoccupied girls, except for Beer who wants Sambuca. Gate and I eventually decide to hit a disco, but as it won't be hopping until later, and I need some food at this point, Gate agrees to dinner and hitting the sheets before hitting the dance floor.

I want to try the new Japanese place, as I haven't had decent sushi since the last time I was in SE Asia. The sushi is good here, as is the tempura. Bit expensive for Soi 4, granted, but it is a nice place by Soi 4 standards. I introduce Gate to sake, which she has never even heard of. With the language barrier, it takes awhile to explain what it is, but with the help of our server we muddle through and she decides she wants to try some, so I order a small bottle of cold sake.

I tell her about the first time I had sake with Japanese colleagues on a business trip to Tokyo, and how I thought it was harmless and really knocked it back -- harmless until I tried to stand up a few hours later, that is. I can tell Gate's thinking "yeah, whatever, I drink tequila like it's water," but as you know from my clever foreshadowing above, an hour later I come out of the shower only to realize that:

a) this is going to be a long-time encounter whether I wanted it or not;

b) no disco tonight.



I'm actually kind of relieved with regard to the latter. It's hell to get old. I consider leaving her to sleep while I head back out to Nana or go check on my GG friend -- it's only midnight, at this point -- but instead settle in beside Gate with a book and bottle of water.

The next morning Gate has only one thing to say when she wakes up and I smirk and ask her if she slept well. "Sake," she says with a smile, and actually blushes.

I may not have slept worth a damn, but the ensuing sex is worth it -- Gate never disappoints in this department -- and once again, it is evident my chosen ladyboy hasn't gotten busy recently. Only this time I'm the one who gets a rather large facial; I didn't quite duck in time, and wasn't expecting things to, er, come to a head that quickly while giving head, as it were.

"No customer on holiday?" I ask, reaching for a towel and laughing. "No boyfriend? No chuck wow?"

She blushes for a second time, bites her lower lip, smiles and says "no, no boyfriend. No chuck wow."

I can't help but think of So What's Cream as I towel off Gate's copious spunk. This is surely liquid karma I'm wiping off my forehead.

Fortunately for me, having provided a porn-worthy money shot doesn't diminish Gate's interest in getting her ass tapped. And I have to admit that it was nice to fuck someone this trip while sober as a judge for once.

When it's time to part ways I give Gate somewhat less than the usual long-time rate for Bangkok, noting with a smile and a raised eyebrow that she fell asleep last night.

She protests at first, albeit playfully, and I give her a tip big enough to almost make up the difference. "Well, I did have fun last night, and this morning," I say, and she seems happy with this. She asks if I'll be coming back to Guess Bar tonight, and I tell her that if not tonight then I will be stopping in on my last night for sure.

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[soulboy]

A very enjoyable report Four17 , excellent reading .

I can't believe in a report full of ladyboys I'm gonna respond to a point about the Guinness in Soi 4 .

While I'm glad you managed to get a decent pint of the black gold I would be 99% sure it wasn't imported from St James Gate , its brewed all over the world now days a good marketing ploy from the manager though !

A decent pint is hard to find outside the Emerald Isle , I tried one in Checkers Pub in Soi 4 to celebrate St Paddies Day and my socks in a pint glass would have tasted better

[four17]

Hey Soulboy -- yeah, I suppose this is way off topic, but then this isn't "just" beer, we're talking about is it? Where to find Guinness is a matter of critical importance when traveling/living abroad, after all, isn't?

Yeah, I would be surprised as well if there was any truth to this, considering that there are much closer Guinness breweries in North Africa and Indonesia. At the Hilton in Hua Hin, where a pint costs some $9 American the last time I was there (and tastes like sweat socks, as you say) the bar manager said it came from the Indo brewery, and that's why it tasted the way it did.

The stuff you can get at this place on Soi 4, however -- Finnegans, I think? Right across from the Raja car park -- tastes like the Guinness one can find anywhere in Europe or North America. A lot of my friends back home argue with me, but the Guinness you get in the States, which presumably comes from the Guinness brewery in Canada, is usually not far off in terms of taste from that you get in Ireland and the rest of Europe -- and my Irish cousins (much to their surprise) back me up on this, now that they've had it across the pond.

This is provided it's reasonably fresh, though, which isn't always the case back home, the land of Bud Light.

Anyway, the manager Finnegans says that they have the same distributor as Heineken Asia Pac, or Heineken acts as their distributor for Guinness -- I had already had a snootful when this conversation took place, so the details are admittedly fuzzy -- and that's how they get the European stuff.

Likely bollocks, agreed, but I happily have to admit the Guinness there at least tastes like the real deal -- the only decent pint I've found in this hemisphere, as far as the Black Gold is concerned.

Again, sorry to go so off topic, but as you see, it's near and dear to my heart, this subject.

Incidentally, while on a tour of the St. James Gate Brewery a few years back, I asked about the variations in taste around the globe. The answer I got back was that while they export the wort used in every brewery from right there in Dublin, the water and other ingredients are sourced locally, and that there are some additional variations to the recipes to suit local markets.

So maybe that explains the sweatsocks taste. This reminds me, I had a pint at the Queen Vic while in Patts, and while it tasted suspiciously like what I had in Hua Hin, it wasn't entirely unpalatable.

Sometimes I wonder if it's just a matter of freshness. Beer is actually pretty fragile and starts breaking down pretty much from the moment it comes out of the tank.

But that's enough beer snobbery for this thread, methinks ...

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[four17]

We now return to our trip report, already in progress:

Over the previous days in BKK I had kept checking in with the mamasan of the bar where my fave GG works and alas, Ann was out sick this whole time. I know what you're thinking, but Ann would tell me if she was with a boyfriend/sponsor; she knows I wouldn't have a problem with that -- after all, this is her livelihood. And on the phone she really did sound like death warmed over. She likes her hooch, this one, and I think it catches up with her immune system from time to time -- she hit it pretty hard on her night off, she said, and the ensuing hangover turned into something viral, apparently.

Anyway, on this, my second to last night, I was jonesing for a pussy fix. With my no. 1 girl out of commission, I head down to a little bar adjacent to the Swan Inn to see if my no. 2 is in residence, Miss Kwan. Nope, it seems she has headed back home for low season and hasn't returned. I spend the rest of the evening looking for a likely girl -- I even took a brief tour of Soi Cowboy -- but didn't find someone that really turned my screws. My girl Ann sets a pretty high standard: tall, slim and and an absolute freakshow in bed. You name it, she has already done it -- and likes it.

So I go home and opt for a good nights sleep alone. The next night and Ann is still sick, and the mamasan at her bar tries to get me to go with another one of her girls, but I'm not going to get saddled with the second string. I head back out on the streets, and after a few hours of fruitless search I stop in at Melody Bar on Soi 4 to shoot some pool and scout out the girls. I've never been here before, and it's coming up on midnight and I'm acutely aware that in 15 hours I have to get on a plane to Viet Nam. No time to dawdle or be too picky, at this point.

I put my name on the list for pool, order a drink, and start perusing the flesh on display. There are some lovely young ladies in there, but it's a somewhat older lass with just the right amount of hips and cleavage (and as I find out later, those boobs are real -- and fuckable! -- not the common wonder-bra illusion one so often discovers here) catches my eye. Alas, she is with another Yank. I decide to bide my time and see if he takes her or not, and my patience is rewarded in a little while as he pays up and leaves by himself. Around this time the saucy little barmaid -- who would have been my second choice, come to think of it -- asks if I want company. I gesture to my intended, and she is beckoned over.

I'll once again spare you the gory, sticky details of my GG interlude. Let it suffice to say that Ms. Goong is my new no. 2 in Bangkok -- there's something to be said for age and experience (she's 36). It was so good I asked her to stay long time and damn near missed my flight the next day, but it would have been well worth it if I had. She's not as kinky as Ann, but she matches her in enthusiasm and lust.

And that brings us to the end of this TR. I suppose I might have to make one more post with some general observations, but as far as the sexual shenanigans -- and beer snobbery -- this brings us up to date. After more than a year away from Thailand, it was *really* good to get back. And while I don't have the LoS blues, I'm glad that for the next year or so, I'm only going to be an hour and a half plane ride away from Bangkok.

Hope you all enjoyed it as much as I have writing it (and living it). Looking back, I should have started doing this years ago. It's been fun to reflect back on the previous night's escapades while sitting in a bar or cafe and contemplating the (then) current night's intended victims/exploits.

[patrick]

Really enjoying your TR Four 17, your use of the English language, even allowing that the odd Americanism had gotten in, is refreshing. I particularly like the use of the sometimes forgotten paragrah, I wish some other TR posters, including one very current poster would give the old para a go.

I'm also rather pleased with myself that I didn't resort to a to reach my 1000 mark.
As a small reward to self I am about to head out into the Chiang mai evening (my first in LOS, this trip) to rendevous with a rather special LB of my acquaintance, actually we already enjoyed an afternoon delight a few hours ago.

[Surin Nix]

Really enjoying your TR Four 17, your use of the English language, even allowing that the odd Americanism had gotten in, is refreshing.

I prefer to think of it as the good 'ol Americanism!

like these:

"I guess it's OK to call the secretary of education here 'buddy.' That means friend." --George W. Bush, Philadelphia, Jan. 8, 2009

"People say, well, do you ever hear any other voices other than, like, a few people? Of course I do." --George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., Dec. 18, 2008

Congratulations our friend 417 on a superb Trip Report! You are truly one of the great forum storytellers. I've enjoyed every word of this excellent TR!



Nix

[four17]

@ 'nix: Thanks man, I'm enjoying your report as well.

It's time for a few last words/thoughts, so without further ado:

A Delurking Epilogue, Part One

Well one way to beat the LOS blues is to start a new job in a nearby country. I've been so busy I've hardly given my recent trip much thought -- except for having to deal with the unwanted souvenir I brought from Thailand with me. Fortunately it was one easily cured with antibiotics, and the blood and urine tests -- not to mention the cock swab -- didn't reveal anything else untoward.

Interestingly enough, the good doctor here -- a stupid-hot French woman of Indian descent, incidentally, whom I would gladly have met under just about *any* other circumstances -- suggested that I didn't need a blood test, after I had described to her in detail my doings in Thailand. As I had not had unprotected vaginal or anal intercourse there was "no need to test for the biggies," as she put it. I went ahead and had one anyway, though. Figured since I was there in the office, might as well invest in the peace of mind.

Anyway, she also noted that chlamydia and gonorrhea bacteria can live in the throat -- dunno about the rest of you, but I had never heard this -- so even if you're only on the receiving end of unprotected oral sex, you can still get nailed with it (which explains an incident back in college, incidentally). And as I told her, I had all sorts of unprotected oral sex, both giving and receiving. I may have fibbed a bit about the quantity, but I told her in no uncertain terms what I had been up to with both ladyboys and GGs. To her credit, she didn't even bat an eye, and remained courteous, warm and professional throughout.

Bless the wordly French. Que Dieu bénisse le something-or-other Français -- my French, she is rusty.

So that's just my reminder to you all to be careful out there. Gives one pause for thought about BBBJs, but then I don't see me covering up for that in the future, to be honest. You pays your money -- literally -- and takes your chances.

Anyway, here's a number of random thoughts that have been fluttering around my brain, when I have had a spare moment to think about my recent trip and recall it.

-- All that flooding you've been hearing about in Thailand? For real. On the flight out at the end of last month, it seemed like the entire area around Bangkok was waterlogged; there was farmland and little towns underwater all over the place. Of course the travelers I've talked to here in Sai Gon, when they find out I've been in Thailand, want to know if they should avoid going there. I think the best thing anyone could do now would be to go and spend money.

-- After three weeks of hard drinking, partying, and whoring around, I was actually thinking on the flight to Sai Gon how I was looking forward to *not* drinking and whoring for awhile. I suppose one can say one had a good time while on holiday, if that's the case. Of course, I guess I could *not* party so much when I'm mongering, but to be honest, I don't think I'll ever be that mature. That would be like having a taco without hot sauce, or som tam without chilies.

-- SE Asia has to be the only place I can come and eat and drink indiscriminately, and yet I always lose weight when I first get here. I don't know whether it's the cuisine, the climate, the fact that I tend to get more exercise than I do at home or some combination of factors, but I always shed weight for the first several months -- good thing tailors are cheap here. The brief time I was back in the States this year, I managed to gain a few pounds, and never really felt sorted digestive wise. All that, combined with the fact that I actually dozed off while on a motorbike taxi the other morning, in the middle of rush hour traffic (and Sai Gon traffic makes the worst that Bangers has to offer look tame), makes me think that I might be in danger of going native.

-- I don't have the Asian flu per se; in general I find Asian women attractive, but not to the exclusion of others. But I think per capita Viet Nam must have some of the most beautiful women in the world (they broke the mold after the Vietnamese woman's ass was cast). But its ladyboys could use some pointers from their Thai sistahs. I've heard rumors of transgendered lookers here and in Ha Noi, but I've yet to spy one myself.

Incidentally, the other day I spied a teenage transgendered girl at a local mall. While I wouldn't even have noticed her in Thailand it surprised me -- I've lived in Viet Nam before, nearly as long as I lived in Thailand, and had never seen a young ladyboy out and about like that in public, aside from the few brawny lasses that prowl around District 1 in Ho Chi Minh City after dark.

(And before someone asks, no I don't have any phone numbers or email addresses of said broad-shouldered ladies -- yikes! If that's your scene though, hang outside of Gossip nightclub on the edge of the backpacker ghetto in District 1 and trust me, one will find you in short order. But be careful. As others have observed, Viet Nam ain't Thailand; here you are much more likely to pay for being stupid.

And I would be surprised if this country ever became as tolerant as Thailand is of gay and transgendered folk, but who knows?

[four17]

A Delurking Epilogue, Part Deux

-- So Pattaya aka Sodom aka Sewage-on-Sea wasn't actually as "bad" as I had expected it to be. I see why it has its reputation -- good and bad -- both among mongerers and other travelers/expats. But having lived in more than one small Thai city, I would submit that if you take away the girly bars and Walking Street and the foreign people they attract, and Pattaya is pretty typically Thai. And I mean that in both good and bad respects, from a westerner's point of view (albeit one who is somewhat well traveled and sympathetic to SE Asia cultures, among others).

I would have to say I still prefer cosmopolitan (and consequently expensive) Bangkok or sleepy Hua Hin, but I can appreciate Pattaya for sure, and will be back, without a doubt (in late January, if not before, heh).

-- On the other hand, it's true, the beaches are a joke. Even the one in Jomtien. Yeah, it's better than the one in central Pattaya, but that's not saying much. Lake Erie has better beaches, for Chrissakes. Oh, and while Hua Hin may not be Koh Chang/Samui et al, the beach there is much, much better than Pattaya.

-- Speaking of Hua Hin, I had some good seafood in Patts, on the street and in the Beer Garden, but nothing that came close to what you can get at the night market in Hua Hin.

-- Ladyboys and vaginally-equipped girls are the same same re: makeup. Most of them, with a few notable exceptions, look better without it, or with a minimal amount. But try convincing them of that.

-- Regrets? I regret that Foodland on Soi 5 in Bangkok no longer exists.

And to paraphrase Oscar Wilde, only assbackward: I regret the people I didn't do, rather than the people that I did do (except for whoever gave me the clap; probably that crazy GG broad that gave me the hickey: shoulda stayed the fuck home that night).

And I regret not doing Tata a second time -- and Sonya a third time (well, fifth time, if you count morning episodes as separate incidents, heh). And I regret not finding Tara. And never getting back to Koyo 7 and bodacious Bell. And never getting back to Sugar and Spice to do Ice (the ladyboy, as opposed to the meth derivative). And never getting back to Stringfellows (and Jen) or Sally's Bar. And about half a dozen girls at Obsessions (aside from Tata, that is).

Up in Bangers, I regret not going back and barfining Donnae, as well as a bunch of both new and familiar girls at Cascades. Incidentally, even though I've been there many times, for the first time ever, this trip I spied the sister of the famous Vee, who does indeed look just like Vee. Had I not already been with Cindy, I would have been sorely tempted, in spite of her sometimes lackluster reports.

All the many more reasons to head back soon.

Oh, and I regret feeding Gate sake. And never getting around to returning Jeap's rock star sunglasses that she left in my room in the PBR. I would regret getting jizz in Cream's hair, but then I never would have learned about the 4,000-baht-short-time-hair-fetish guy. And as reported, Gate was the instrument of creamy karma on behalf of Cream, anyway, so I consider that score settled.

That still blows my mind, the 4,000-baht hair fetish guy. I do regret never getting back up to see Cream just to find out what happened when she went to meet him.

-- I never did get up again in time for breakfast at the PBR, aside from that first day. A few times I was still awake late enough that I could have gone up and had breakfast *before* going to bed, however, but never did.

-- As I noted before, I should have started keeping trip reports a long time ago. It was sometimes a bit of work, but enjoyable work at that: it was a lot of fun reminiscing on and then writing down the previous night's escapades and keeping a record of my exploits. So until next time, which, if all goes according to plan, will be January, I'll try not to lurk so much and actually participate now and then.

In any event,

I remain humbly yours,

The intrepid yet physically spent and morally bankrupt 4:17.

P.S. Once again, thanks to all for the kind words.

P.P.S. A few leftover, random snaps, in no particular order:

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