It's been many years since I've been back to Patpong but no visit to the Capital would be complete without at least one look at the bars and the bustling night market.
No skytrain back then, so the journey was made by taxi for around B70 from Sukhumvit Road, the tuk-tuks wanted more. Plenty of fakes, copies and flesh openly for sale. Cameras were definately not welcome, so filming anything fleshy was limited.
Here's a glimpse at what Patpong looked like back in December 1998.
A few final days spent in Bangkok before heading back down to Pattaya and onto Koh Samet just before Xmas.
I couldn't get enough of Thailand at the time and found it hard to leave, even though the rest of my round the world ticket was waiting to be used and there was a lot of ground still to cover.
Just one night in Pattaya and into a taxi the next day to take us to Ban Phe to catch the boat over to Koh Samet. My first time visiting the island and it was a welcome contrast from the city.
Christmas in Pattaya and New Year in Bangkok, but I would soon be back in Australia again to continue the main trip.
I wasn't particularly looking forward to moving on and saying goodbye to Thailand again, I just didn't want to leave. The blues would soon be kicking in again.
With another month in Thailand over it was time to get back to the RTW trip again.
At the beginning of the new year 1999 I flew out of Don Muang to Brisbane, Australia where I spent two days in a backpacker hostel. Then it was down Australia's east coast to Surfers paradise for a couple of days with it's expansive beach with lots of surfer dudes right next to a high rise city. After the highs of Thailand all this farangland and backpackers in Oz seemed somewhat of a come-down and I yearned for some action.
After Surfers Paradise it was down to Byron Bay and the most easterly point of the Australian mainland, Cape Byron. This whole stretch was a real backpackers rat-run so I fast-tracked it to Sydney and was there within a week of arriving back in Oz.
Zero smut or excitement during the journey south from Brisbane, luckily Sydney had something more to offer.
Staying at a hostel in Kings Cross satisfied the sex drive I had through lack of Thai totty as it offered some tranny street action about 10 minutes walk away. I spent most evenings prowling that area.
If you look at the picture below the street action occured down the side-roads off the middle set of traffic-lights between where the pic was taken and the CocaCola sign in the distance which is next to Kings Cross, on the left. I remember the junction had a posh indoor car sales place on the corner, maybe Porsche, I forget now.
I enjoyed Sydney, probably due to the fact there was lots to see and do and it had a slightly sleazy aroma close to Kings Cross which I liked. At least I could employ a transsexual prostitute to empty my sack at my leisure most nights.
so there is Sleze near Sydneys Kings Cross as well?!?!
Yes, it's reputation preceded it and when options on accomodation were presented there was no contest
Your reference is most likely to London's Kings Cross, which has now sadly lost almost all of it's seedy lustre. I used to have a girlfriend back in the early 90's who rather liked Argyle Square, just opposite KC. She referred to it as "Prostitute Island" and would often insist we drove up there and park up so we could watch the action. Occasionally she would insist on getting out of the car to stand on the kerbside as I drove round and picked her up again.
With only a few weeks left in Australia it was farewell to my Gosford friends before taking in some final tourist sights such as doing the Sydney Bridge climb and visiting Katoomba in the Blue Mountains, the Three sisters and the Scenic Skyway.
According to my RTW ticket at the time I had around two weeks remaining before I flew from Sydney to Christchurch in New Zealand, but I didn't want to spend the last two weeks in Sydney, I wanted to see a bit more.
I managed to get my departure changed at a Qantas office from Sydney to Melbourne despite the fact it added further distance to the overall ticket which was against the rules, but they were kind enough to overlook that fact.
This gave me the opportunity to take an 'Oz Experience' bus from Sydney to Melbourne, via Canberra and Phillip Island which was scheduled to take a week, giving me a final few days in Melbourne before departing.
The Oz Experience turned out to be most excellent, there were 18 people onboard the bus (plus driver) of which only two were guys, but the other bloke was with his girlfriend. I certainly enjoyed the company of 2 in particular plus good friends with another and once at Melbourne we shared a 4-person dorm in a hostel together. Naturally, being the gentleman I am, I turned the other way when they were getting dressed.
For tennis fans the Australian Open was on at the time I visited but I am more of a motorsport fan and visited Albert Park, the home of the Australian Grand Prix. Sadly I was too early by about a month as it was on from 4-7 March and I had to be on my way, but I still enjoyed seeing the circuit.
With only a few days before I was to depart the 3 girls and I rented a car and drove west to the Great Ocean Road to see the Twelve Apostles and London Bridge, before returning to Melbourne where I would be flying on.
That was the end of Australia for me and it was nice that it finished on a high. As is often the case when travelling it is the people who you encounter which makes a place more memorable.