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Day 9 The only day I had set aside for typical tourist activities was this penultimate day in Bangkok, just before my early flight the next morning. I initially planned a guided tour of the Grand Palace and the Reclining Buddha, but after an underwhelming experience on my first day, I chose instead to briskly explore these cultural sites on my own. My main focus remained on sex. Before leaving my hotel, I had a quick rendezvous with my third Grindr match. He was a young local, bursting into my room with a coffee in hand and not quite matching his profile pictures. His energetic personality made for some fun, but since he wasn't quite what I had expected physically, the encounter didn't live up to either of our expectations. He attempted to set me up with a colleague of his, showing me a photo of an attractive young man on his phone, but later joked that his friend was 'afraid of my size'. It was an outside chance worth the attempt and emblematic of how Grindr is not a perfect replacement to reality. Dressed in black slacks and a polo shirt — the most attire I'd worn throughout my trip — I embarked on a journey to explore the city's cultural landmarks. The Grand Palace was a dazzling spectacle, a fusion of shimmering gold, throngs of tourists, endless selfies, and majestic Buddha statues. The heat and the vibrant chaos only added to the experience. Later, I ventured to the Chatuchak Weekend Market, where my prudent budgeting came in handy. I indulged in a spree of retail therapy, spending my last bits of cash on an assortment of bags and gifts, a delightful and unexpected highlight of the trip. After a flurry of sightseeing, I decided to revisit Prime Massage for a final, luxurious two-hour session. Back home, I usually opt for the 90-minute massages, but during my time in Bangkok, I had typically chosen shorter 60-minute sessions. This caution stemmed from uncertainty about the quality of the experience, as evidenced by a less satisfactory massage at Ssense or the dumpster fire at Sabaidee. However, by this point in my trip, I had grown confident in the exceptional service at Prime. Indeed, the experience surpassed my expectations, providing a thorough stretch and series of adjustments beyond what I had ever experienced. Finally back at my hotel as evening set in, I prepared for one last grand night out. With my flight scheduled for 8AM the next morning, I decided to forego sleep and make the most of the remaining hours. I reached out to Lenny to see if he could join me, and to my delight, he was available. We agreed to meet at Balcony Bar around 9PM. At that time, I was still engrossed in the Patpong Night Market, now captivated by the allure of Bangkok's street market retail scene. Lenny caught a glimpse of my excitement through a video call, with the bustling market and its cacophony of vendors as my backdrop. He playfully asked me to buy him some underwear, just as I noticed a group of boys horsing around behind him in what looked like a hostel dormitory. Eager to leave a lasting impression, I consented and ended up purchasing several pairs of underwear for him. As 9PM neared, I joined Lenny at Balcony Bar, where we settled in to watch the scene of Silom 4 Alley,'Gay Street.' The evening unfolded in a way that mirrored my first day in Bangkok, but this time with a new depth. It was the first real opportunity I had to converse with Lenny, and we instantly connected. Our previous interactions had been brief and scattered, often interrupted by his circle of friends or the presence of earlier suitors. Now, alone together, I could fully appreciate his charm, wit, and striking looks. Lenny expressed a fondness for Balcony Bar, considering it more welcoming than Circus Bar across the street. This sentiment seemed accurate, especially when an Australian man in his sixties, looking remarkably youthful thanks to 'scientific miracles,' joined us. Eventually, Lenny would get a “comp” drink from a friend who I had seen in the background during my video call with Lenny. This friend, a diminutive yet impressively fit Cambodian man, boasted about his adventures from the previous night, “I had five men”, and seemed eager for more. After a brief and dramatic appearance, he disappeared into the crowd, likely off to bag more men for his collection. As the evening wore on, my conversation with Lenny evolved into something more flirtatious. He playfully lifted his shirt, revealing his toned abs, and his surprise was evident when he felt my reaction grabbing at my crotch and feeling something hard. His curiosity piqued, he ventured further, encouraged by my response, to kiss me passionately. The night's energy grew with each passing moment. Sexual tension pulsating, I decided to make our way to DJ Station. As I headed towards the street, I noticed a large cockroach casually making its way through the front entrance, seemingly unnoticed or disregarded by the bustling, capacity crowd inside and out the bar. This, I've come to realize, is classic Bangkok. At DJ Station, we agreed to share a jug of liquor rather than unleash that amount of alcohol solely on my liver and we danced, grinded and made out for a few magical hours. Lenny thankfully shedding his baggy t-shirt to expose he was wearing a pair of underwear I had bought him by sagging his pants. Unfortunately, not the thong I had snuck in with a few more conservative boxer briefs. Eventually, we made our way to the restroom where a jacked Adonis, 6 feet, shirtless and with rippling muscles, had his hard dick out which a farang was greedily stroking. Lenny went inside the toilet while I remained near the entrance to witness this curious scene and eventually Adonis, confident and tipsy turned to a group of Asians to show off his specimen. As Lenny was exiting the restroom the two exchanged words, with this Adonis grabbing Lenny by the shoulders and the two seemingly having a pleasant moment. When I questioned Lenny about the flirty incident, his demeanor shifted, becoming emotional. We moved to a quieter area to sit, and he started to cry. This took me by surprise. He explained that the man had quoted him a fee for a night of company, revealing that the hard and stumbling Adonis was a 'Money Boy.' Lenny, however, insisted that his own intentions were different; he was striving to secure an apartment in Bangkok to find a job, particularly at Balcony Bar, hoping to make his family proud. Amidst this intense conversation and tears, which had sprung from what seemed like a minor interaction, Lenny disclosed a critical detail: he was just 2000 baht short of affording his apartment to allow his dream of getting an apartment nearby to become a reality. Okay. Perhaps some of you had already suspected who Lenny really was, and hints like his request for 'underwear' might have given it away. However, it was his dramatic reaction to encountering a vocal and domineering Money Boy, and then his story about a financial 'shortfall,' that made it unmistakably clear: Lenny himself was a Money Boy! Was this his negotiation to set the rate for the evening? It hadn't really dawned on me until that moment that I was part of a traditional ST/LT transaction. Nevertheless, as you have imagined from my various escapades, the fact that Lenny was a hooker was not a deal breaker, or even upsetting, possibly it was the opposite. While I didn’t really engage with him on “rates” I empathized with his struggle and consoled him - it was not long before we eventually returned to the dancefloor to continue the night like nothing had happened. We didn’t make it to G Bangkok - as 2AM arrived, now feeling emboldened that I was on the clock, we made our way to the Furama for an incredible evening and early morning of sex. I didn’t get a moment of sleep. At 5AM , I emptied my pockets of 7000 baht, which I had saved for a blowout evening, which I anticipated would be enough for a Tawan/Jupiter/GOD blitz but now went to Lenny. He assisted with packing, helped to valet my now doubled in sized luggage from the Chatuchak Market purchases, and stayed by my side as I waited for my taxi. He expressed his love and affection throughout. When the taxi arrived, we shared a last embrace and kiss under the sunrise, its poetic hues painting the sky and signaling the end of an epic journey. As I departed for the airport, I was a wreck of emotions: heartbroken, exhausted, exhilarated, and shaken. The Ultimate Tier List One certainty about Bangkok is its diverse and dense landscape of sex catering to various tastes within the Asian persuasion, and a few sprinkles of hookers and sluts from across the globe. As someone who is versatile-side, relatively fit, and enjoys reciprocal muscle worship, I've clearly ranked my experiences, which will guide any future visits to Bangkok but may not suit everyone. Unfortunately, given the challenges and expense of trans-Pacific travel, I wasn't sure upon arrival if this would be my first or only trip to the city. However, I now suspect it will likely be the first of more to come. S Tier Arena Massage - most reliable erotic massage. Jupiter 2018 - hottest fucking Asians I’ve ever seen. Prime Massage - World class Thai massage. Silom Ibis Styles Pool Party - A random party with exceptional results. A Tier Tawan - Thrilling and intimate. Grindr - A stalwart with many hits yet many misses. Sauna Mania - Overloaded with sex. DJ Station - Overloaded with drunks. G Bangkok - Overloaded with sex and drunks. B Tier Jey Spa - Hot boys but inconvenient and expensive. R3 - Dark, dirty and sexy. Pattaya! - I have much more to explore here. C Tier Moonlight - Hot dancers and boys, but forgettable, sterile. Dreamboy - Same. Ssense - Cannot compete. Balcony Bar / Circus - not my thing. D Tier Sabaidee - Call the police.

Day 8 Since my first non-paid Grindr hookup went so well, albeit fleeting, I continued to try my hand at more of the faces and torsos clogging my inbox. Even at the Furama Fitness Center, which appeared untouched for years, I noticed men roaming the hallways. Some of them reached out to me on Grindr, rather than you know, talk to me, but I was eagerly trying to get in one last workout before the end of my trip. Eventually, one local guy caught my attention. He had an average build, spoke excellent English, and possessed a charming personality, all of which intrigued me enough to invite him over. He was quite amiable, and we surprisingly ended up spending most of the day together. Our time was split between lounging in the hotel room naked and doing Side things and exploring various parts of the city. This turn of events was unexpected, but I was pleased to have the opportunity to visit some genuine tourist sites. These experiences provided me with stories to share with friends and family, who might be less interested in the more hedonistic aspects of my journey. Lenny, the Cambodian guy I met at the pool party on Day 2, sent me a message. He had returned to town after a brief trip back to his home country over the weekend. It appears that cross-border travel is common among Cambodians, possibly for visa reasons or trade. Despite not knowing his exact reasons, I felt a surge of excitement at his return. I contemplated the possibility of hooking up and mustered up the courage to suggest hanging out. Eagerly, I let him know that it would be great to spend some time together. Around 6PM, my Side buddy departed and I would finally make my way to R3 Sauna. Initially when I planned this trip I intended to visit most of the talked about saunas like R3, Krubb, Heaven and Chakran, going so far as to map out as best I could using Line and Twitter what the different naked, orgy or porn star days were to maximize impact. However, as my trip came to a close I just did not have the time nor the stamina to barnstorm that many brothels as I had imagined from my short stint in Sauna Mania that these spas were less likely a relaxing oasis with some hanky panky but full-fledged sex clubs with an ancillary steam room as decor. The ride to R3 was long and exhausting, dealing with the traffic and chaotic driving that the inner streets of Bangkok enjoy. However, once there, I was treated to an attractive lobby for a sex club and familiarly gruff attendant. I forgot how much the entry fee was, perhaps 500 baht. It was naked day, as I had figured, and I was greeted by two muscular hosts at the entrance to the locker room. They explained it was naked day, yet they vexingly wore underwear, but I was happy to oblige, confident that this time I would no longer be the odd man out like at Sauna Mania with such a scandalous outfit. I’d be wrong, but for different reasons. The near pitch-black conditions throughout most of the club caught me off guard, possibly because it was 'Naked Day' or maybe this was a regular feature. I carefully made my way to the main area of the club after a few mistarts getting lost in service areas and random dark spaces. Initially, the attendance was sparse, with just a few locals and foreigners casually moving around. No one was apparently hooking up, just furious cruising. The club was a unique, vertical space, stretching tall and narrow, with several floors interconnected by a labyrinth of stairwells and doors. Navigating through its dimly lit and winding corridors, I got lost in the maze-like layout more than once. At one point, the surprise of an unexpected grope from a stranger made me jump, a testament to my disorientation in the darkened environment. The club comprised four primary levels: two floors were dedicated to maze-like darkrooms. The third floor housed the sauna amenities, though the steam room felt desolate, and the dry sauna was notably cramped. In contrast, the fourth level offered a more open space, brightened occasionally by shafts of sunlight piercing through. Ultimately, I settled on the top floor. It wasn't long before a unique individual approached me – a Thai local in his twenties, distinctively covered in thick black hair, a stark contrast to the smoother appearances I'd encountered thus far. Our interaction was fun as he was a adept bottom, and it led to a memorable time in a private room. He skillfully navigated us through the club's shadowy stairwells and corridors, his familiarity with the place almost as if he knew it by scent, briefly losing me in his swift movements. By 8PM, an announcement revealed the start of the porn party, an event I hadn't anticipated. Intrigued, I eagerly headed towards a newly accessible area resembling a dungeon. The two muscular hosts who had initially greeted me at the locker room were now overseeing a table that marked the entrance to this new sauna section. This area could be accessed via a different, almost pitch-black stairwell on the third floor. They handed me a random ration of condoms and lube and took the small washcloth I was carrying to dry myself from a shower. Absolutely no fabric was to enter this level. When I reached the bottom of the stairwell I was in full Mr. Magoo mode, reaching my hands out for fear of slamming into a wall and dipping my toes into the unseen floor to ensure there was no cliff and impending demise. It was extremely dark. But in time, I was able to navigate myself to the rooms where now nearly 50 people were already involved in an orgy-like scene with porn stars wearing glowsticks on their wrists and a promoter flashing a light beam every so often; the rare moments I could visually soak in the young smooth bodies that were pressed up against one another. Lines queued nearby these pornstars on fuck tables for eager participants to take turns running a train on the local celebrity - or to be railed depending on the professional slut. There were six in total spread out across this floor. Everyone there seemed very young and very in shape. I had a few reciprocal gropes and fondling, but for the most part, the crowd was fixated on the stars. From my research, I understood that saunas located away from Silom Road often cater more to local preferences, a theory that seemed to hold true given my different experiences here compared to Sauna Mania. Despite the contrasting receptions, I found the environment still worthwhile. As a Side, navigating through the close quarters of this sauna, allowing myself to molest the tight, rubbery muscles in this claustrophobic environment, was fun. By 10 PM, I returned to my hotel without hearing from Lenny, so I decided to visit Moonlight. I couldn't recall the specific reason for choosing this destination and didn't have high expectations. Ultimately, the experience there turned out to be mostly unremarkable. I arrived during the show in progress and was ushered to a seat with a large pole right in the middle of my sight line and the stage. This position caused me to lean awkwardly to enjoy the magnificently attractive and talented dancer strut and spin along to their dance numbers. However, unlike Jupiter 2018, these impressive Adonises did not wear numbers. The entire show was to extract tips of 1000 baht from the audience as their reward. A ladyboy host was quick to take a seat next to me, encouraging me to tip as it was “only $30.” Absolutely not. The show concluded with a lineup of boys, each with a number. They were noticeably more attractive than those I recalled from Dreamboy, yet they stood motionless, almost like statues. Reeling from sexual tension from R3, I impulsively decided to off a model, alerting the ladyboy, who continued whispering in my ear about the different boys eschewing the customary drink. I chose a shirtless young man who boasted a well-defined eight-pack and a captivating smile. He introduced himself, now without the benefit of the stage and dramatic lighting, revealing a noticeably smaller frame. Honestly, I remember little about him, apart from the host mentioning that he was gay and 'up for anything.' After a short tuk-tuk ride back to the Furama, he revealed that his headdress was not just a fashion statement but also a cover for a recent hair transplant, and hence, showering was not an option for him. The evening progressed to muscle worship, blow jobs and handjobs, but it turned out to be entirely forgettable. There was a lack of the chemistry I had hoped for. This experience underscored the potential downside of skipping the initial 'getting-to-know-you' drink. His nervous demeanor was palpable, possibly due to discomfort from his recent hair procedure, which he briefly showed me, and ouch. I believe the entire hit to my pocket was again about 3000 baht. Off to bed for the last slumber in Thailand.

A big thanks to Gay Guides and all the posters here who helped me plan this trip and all the posters that shared their trip reports and experiences. I would not have had such an extraordinary, action-packed trip without it! 😘

Epilogue: I continue to get a stream of texts from the boys of Pattaya. Eventually, I sent $100 US via Western Union to the robotically efficient Cambodian twink for dentistry work. Lenny would like me to visit his country and meet his family. I've now had the full MB experience.

I've been trying this for most of my life, unsuccessfully. I've yet to get or be able to get another guy pregnant....yet. But I won't give up trying......

How did this thread turn to fine wines....guess I shouldn't feel bad when I take a post to a totally oposite direction 🙄

In which case, you'll need to take a lot more than $100 I'd imagine!

The guy is probably borderline psychotic. I remember a post where he would blame someone who smoked tobacco outdoors closer to him for a potencial lug cancer. I would not even report him, he is sick, dumb, and very easy to ignore.

That sounds like him, it's his MO, it's no surprise.

Inaccurate - as usual. Having closed all eight border crossings last month, Finland today is re-opening just two of them and only until January 14. This came with a warning that the crossings could be completely closed again at any time in the future. So much for "propagandistic political hysteria"!

Why ? My late father used to say that prostitution is a job like any other and at least is not dusty job

Thanks, good to know. I think we like the same type of guy. Used to say swimmer body, but swimmers now are very muscled. Say diver body, like a younger Tom Daley!

You are getting around! I assume there are rare stamps in Argentina? Are you back in Bangkok soon? I am due there on 2nd January, on way to Cambodia.

I'm delighted you enjoyed it. Sweet red wine is slightly unusual and probably goes well with peanuts. Those I mentioned in my post would be somewhat ruined by the salt in the peanuts. But to each his own taste. Wine can go with amost anything. Mind you, when China was opening up under Deng Xiao-ping's reforms, the Chinese businessmen who quickly became rich liked to entertain the principals of western companies with whom they were doing business - or whose production processes they were stealing LOL. They would host expensive dinner parties and order only the best red wine Chateau Mouton Rothschild - one of the 5 truly great Bordeaux wines - which they would then dilute with Coca-Cola! True!

"...........but as you said your 76 the bright side is you won't be suffering for much longer" Apparently not.

In fact, talking to a guy who was a novice monk for a year, he said Buddhism didn't really have any rules regarding sex - except for monks and nuns. Monks, for example, can have a wank but are not allowed to cum. I asked him if that meant he went for a year without ever cumming. He said of course not; but that he had to report the fact that he'd cum to the head monk. He was then "counselled" and forgiven. It's precisely because Thais and other Asians do not follow a religion that glorifies suffering, demands self -sacrifice and denies sexual gratification - sex is only for procreation, not recreation - that we can have our sexual desired fulfilled in Asia. I'm so grateful to have been brought up in a nominally Buddhist society by atheist parents.

Having struggled and failed to be straight in my younger days, I've always felt that I was "owed" a younger companion in my dotage. The more salient question is "should younger guys be embarrassed about being seen with us?" The issue of them being seen as mbs arises. I recall the first time I accompanied P. outside Boyztown, not sure how I would feel in his company and how he would feel about being seen with me. it was painless for both and this has remained so for twenty years from Chiang Rai to Krabi. A significant moment occurred after three years when we attended a temple fair across the road from Boyztown. He insisted on holding my hand- something we always do now- and I was a surprised that he, a devout Buddhist, chose to do so there of all places. It may have been a significant decision on his part because I remember his participating in some devotions while I watched.

Day 7 After a leisurely morning, I needed to change my accommodations for the final leg of my trip, as planned, opting for the more upscale Furama Hotel Silom at $100 US per night, a significant increase from the $40 nightly rate at Ibis Styles Silom. My aim was to conclude my journey on a luxurious note. Although Furama Hotel is a bit further from the bustling Silom 4 area, its location still allows for convenient access, either by a brisk walk or a quick tuk-tuk ride for 100 baht. I indulged myself by staying in an executive suite on the top floor, which granted me access to the executive lounge. There, I enjoyed unlimited Singha Soda Water and took advantage of the breakfast buffet, though I chose just a single piece of French toast and a piece of chicken through my 3-day stay. Didn’t eat much this trip. The room at Furama Hotel was notably more spacious than my previous accommodation. It featured a large bathroom, which intriguingly included a glass-enclosed room for the toilet – a design choice that might appeal to some. The suite also boasted a large couch, an executive desk, and a balcony. While the balcony was somewhat neglected and not fully accessible, it provided sweeping vistas of downtown Bangkok, beautifully illuminating the Iconsiam shopping mall at night. However, while Ibis was modern and contemporary - Furama certainly was showing signs of age with stained hallway carpets and scuffed wood cabinetry. It is unclear I’d stay here again but I did like the executive lounge for its convenience of coffee, water and ability to stroke my ego as I strode by wide-eyed tourists in the “main” restaurant. Upon settling into my room at the Furama Hotel, I opened the Grindr app, curious about the reactions to a new presence in the area. I sifted through an overwhelming number of messages and requests, possibly the most attention I've ever garnered on the app. This was likely due to a mix of curiosity about a foreign visitor and others who were professionally inclined and on-the-clock. Among the numerous contacts, one individual stood out for his straightforward approach, which resonated with my no-nonsense style. After minimal conversation, he arrived at my door, ready to engage. He presented himself as a "model" and was quite proficient in English. While he had a fit physique, he was not quite what one might call an Adonis. Clearly in his thirties yet maintaining a youthful appearance, our encounter was enjoyable but brief. We didn’t delve into personal details, and once he left, it marked the end of our fleeting connection. It wouldn’t be long until I was back on the prowl. While the Furama Hotel was a bit more distant from the Silom 4 area, it was conveniently situated just a block away from Arena Massage. This proximity presented me with the opportunity to rectify my Day 1 tipping scandal with Mr. Olympia and the regrettable underestimation of that 'Bad Boy.' It was time for my triumphant return to Arena. This time, as I entered Arena, there was no 'elf' on the balcony to guide me, but I had grown accustomed to the worn plaza. I quickly made my way to the familiar setting of the gym/waiting room, which had a distinct, almost prison-like ambiance. While the attendant and his helper remained the same and were happy to greet me the entire line up had changed! Alas, even sex workers get days off. Judgement time. I was greeted by the familiar lineup of masseurs, their expressions ranging from the familiar scowls to grins. This time, the selection wasn't quite as striking as I had remembered, perhaps reflecting the weekday 'B' team as opposed to the more impressive weekend lineup I had encountered earlier. Nonetheless, there was a sufficient variety of beef to satiate my appetite among any of them. Ultimately, I chose a masseur who bore a resemblance to Mr. Olympia, whose name I now recalled as Tom. However, this new choice, while similar, was leaner and shorter. Despite the allure of the more muscular and beefy masseurs and the testosterone-charged aura they created, I keep finding myself consistently drawn to the more bro, model-like figures. A “type” that is getting harder to ignore. The massage session at Arena turned out to be another remarkable experience. Enhanced by a masseur who was not only skilled in massage but also keen to engage more intimately after a thorough 30-minute back massage. He proved to be an adept top, impressively endowed, and demonstrated a sensual and attentive approach, ensuring a mutual climax. Contrasting with Tom, he even joined me for a post-session shower, a gesture that had been rare during this trip, except for the overly enthusiastic Chinese masseur from Pattaya who had been continuously messaging me with declarations of affection and desire. Now, I had also learned my lesson regarding the tip and was sure to give him 2000 baht in the VIP room before trying to awkwardly fumble with bills surrounded by an audience. At the exit, they changed up the "survey" that was provided - the only massage place in Bangkok that provides customers a written satisfaction survey, even inquiring if a masseur joins in a shower - it may look rough but it is THE preeminent raunchy massage parlor on this planet. Previously I had given Tom, excellent marks across the board though I was reeling and unsure. In contrast, now I could confidently give this latest Olympian the same top score. As mentioned earlier, the host at this point did not even play act giving me back change for the VIP room knowingly keeping the 1000 baht and it was well deserved. Back at the hotel, I planned to visit DJ Station/G Bangkok for another night out. However, despite my attempt to take a brief nap, exhaustion and jetlag ultimately prevailed. I succumbed to sleep by 6 PM. Two more days remain...

Day 6 Following an early morning jog at the Ibis Styles Silom gym, I felt the need for a massage. In my itinerary notes, I had marked Ssense Massage as "carnal," distinguishing it from other categories like "sex" or "normal." I anticipated an experience akin to Arena rather than Jey Spa or Prime Massage. However, those expectations were not met. It appears that experiences at Ssense might vary, or perhaps there's a secret menu, but the establishment offered a passable Thai massage in a small, curtained space. When compared to Prime Massage, which represented the pinnacle of ambiance and skill, Ssense fell well short. Fortunately, they accepted credit cards, sparing my envelope cash budget. The cost for a 90-minute massage was slightly higher than Prime's, at 700 baht. With the minor additional fee for credit card usage and tip, the total came to about 1000 baht with tip. The masseur, a young man, was competent, but the lack of privacy in the curtained room was noticeable. The foot massage station was mere feet away, separated only by thin layer of fabric. To make matters worse, a frequent flicking of a light switch in the common area was distracting. The studio's limited space, especially challenging for someone of my height (6' 2"), necessitated unconventional methods like pressing my legs against a wall during stretches. Overall, the experience was unremarkable, though its proximity to Silom Road was convenient. Yet, I doubt its ability to compete with other massage parlors nearer to the main areas. The highlight of the day came later that evening with my visit to Jupiter 2018. On my itinerary, Jupiter Bar seemed perfectly tailored to my preferences, known for muscular, model-like figures with stone expressions and dead-inside eyes. Admittedly, this type appeals to me. I’m learning more about myself. Originally, I planned to visit on Day 2, which was essentially the first full day of my trip. However, the unexpected events at the Ibis Sytles Silom Pool Party significantly altered the first leg of my trip. As 10 PM neared, I confidently approached Jupiter Bar, now seasoned from several massage sessions and visits to MB bars. With my baht neatly sorted by denomination, rather than haphazardly crumpled, I was promptly escorted to my table by a diminutive waiter. He was quite adorable in his little fancy black dress clothes, identifiable as offable by his garish numbered tag, but that evening, my interest lay elsewhere. While I can appreciate a slender build, my preference was set on meat I could sink my teeth into. However, my evening was soon deflated by the presence of a live singer, energetically performing renditions of pop songs from years past. He tried his best to engage the audience, which consisted mostly of groups of giggling Asian girls and their friends. Despite his talent, there was a noticeable air of desperation in his attempts to involve the crowd, which largely comprised either these bashful girls reluctant to participate in his karaoke-like performance, or dirty old men, like myself, who were dismayed by this interlude and wanted shirtless men grinding. Within a seemingly endless twenty minutes of the grating live music, the show finally commenced, and it was nothing short of spectacular. Dozens of men, resembling models with the build of elite varsity athletes, entered the club. They maintained dour expressions, shirtless, and as the show progressed, they alternated between various styles of pants and underwear. Among them, one in particular caught my eye: light-skinned, with a square jaw, long flowing hair, and a piercing glare. Why so mad? Maybe I can change him? The performance included a few quirky, kitschy dance numbers featuring a ladyboy and a select few of the models, including the one, Mad Boy, who had captivated my attention. His body rolls to "Sexy" by French Affair were a standout, prompting me to signal the waiter at once to bring him over. It was amusing to see the waiter relocate my seat neighbor to the back of the bar. He was an Asian man in his 50s and had secured a prime front-and-center seat but judging by his undisturbed glass of Coca Cola, no ice, he seemed to have been occupying that spot for quite some time. After Mad Boy’s dance routine was over he eventually came to my table to take place of my departed neighbor for a beer I had purchased for him. Shirtless and brooding, he kept his focus straight ahead as I tried to engage in some light banter. He could speak good English but he had little to say. At this point, hornier and exhausted as ever I decided to hell with it and to off him before he could even get halfway through his Singha. I desperately needed get him out of his black pants he had been wearing during his dance routine taunting with a thrusting crotch now that said crotch was inches away. We made quick time to the hotel and at this point, likely knowing a tip was on the line, he began to warm up, craking a smile every so often and even shooting me compliments. In the hotel room we got to business and he allowed me complete control over his completely smooth and flawless body to lick him up and down and worship his muscles like I was a depraved kitten. I also finally got to take full advantage of the jewel box shower in the Ibis Styles hotel watching him lather up in the shower. We ended the experience with mutual masturbation and he was on his way. I suspect it was all about 3000 baht between the off fee and tips. At this point, its been made clear that my grasp of what I was spending should be taken loosely but I suspected it was a very good value even if the ST was rather tame compared to some other hookups. Nevertheless, he was one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen and Jupiter 2018 secured its place as my favorite MB bar of the trip. I had a note that I went dancing on this day and nearly forgot that afterwards at about 2am I went to G Bangkok but the atmosphere was a huge departure from the weekend as this was now mid-week. It was very empty about thirty people in the cavernous dance hall that before held hundreds and now spotted a couple girls. I did make out with a chubby Thai boy in his twenties so not a total bust - it was mostly uneventful. Left in an hour.

This popular and commonplace Thai favorite can had anywhere from sidewalk vendors to Foodland to 7-Eleven for a small sum. From Thai PBS World Five Thai dishes, including Pad Krapao, have been listed among the world’s top 100 dishes, according to the TasteAtlas website, and Thai cuisine generally has been ranked 17th best in the world for 2023. Pad Krapao, a flavourful stir-fry dish featuring Thai basil, minced meat and a savoury sauce, holds third place among the world’s best dishes. A popular northern dish, Khao Soi, ranked sixth, followed by Phanaeng curry in the tenth spot, Tom Kha Gai in the 15th, and Massaman curry in the 73rd position. ============= Meanwhile, the Michelin Guide cited a Thai Indian restaurant for this "small bite." Have no idea what it is. If I want small bite I'll grab a skewer of grilled chicken from Surawong vendor.

OK, so I had a very nice time in Sofia, but there is really very little action going on. Grindr had no one advertising services or approaching with offer of services. Rentmen had only expired accounts. There is however quite a few bars that were well frequented, and it was possible to pick guys up there. A nice city, but not that gay friendly if I'm honest.

One group of high-spending tourists Thailand needs to encourage would of course be us. Infrastructure development could take this form: 1. Work visas liberally available to Laos, Cambodians, Burmese and Vietnamese who work in the tourism or entertainment sector. 2. Grants for such businesses to take on management and marketing consultants so as to upgrade their business models. 3. Business redevelopment grants for gogo bars and massage parlours, and similar establishments, to enable better premises, training for show performances, etc. 4. Build affordable hostels for the upcountry and foreigner boys who work in this sector. 5. Grants for these boys to take English or other language courses. ...yes I know I am dreaming.🤣

This article reveals the superficial quality of tourism planning and management in Thailand. Just let me pick on a few logical fallacies. Indian mass tourism cannot replace Chinese mass tourism. Although both countries have the same population size, China's per capital GDP is US$12,500, whereas India's is US$2,300. Travel is not one of life's necessities, and a population needs to have sufficient disposable income to become a tourist export market. It is not a linear equation either where the Chinese have five times as much capability of being a tourist simply because their per capita GDP is five times India's. They're probably 10-15 times more able to travel abroad; at US$2,300, the vast majority of Indians just cannot afford the luxury of any foreign travel. As the anecdote about Taiwanese tourists suggests, Thailand may be better off promoting itself to Japan, Korea and Australia as regional markets - countries with the income similar or higher than the Taiwanese. In any case, haven't there been concerns about mass tourism and its impact on the environment? Shouldn't priority be given to higher-spending tourists rather than more headcount? Or is the KPI of tourism officials purely that of headcount? Of course, the trouble is also that Thailand has not truly developed its tourist infrastructure to serve higher spending tourists. Hundreds of Thais do menial low-skill jobs, unable to speak English or other languages even when working in the tourism sector, so there is that other problem - these workers can only serve low-end tourists. This raises the question of whether, even if they promoted the country to the richer Asian countries, the infrastructure can cope. For a glimpse of the impact of mass Indian tourism, look at Pattaya. I saw loads of them just hanging around the streets. They cannot afford to patronise the restaurants or cafes or anywhere that requires payment. They walk up and down Beach Road and Walking Street, and don't go in to any establishment (with one exception) Even the numerous Indian restaurants meant to serve them remain empty. Instead, they can be found in 7-11's buying bread and asking why 7-11 doesn't sell butter. (I'm not kidding, I and many others were held up at the cashier line because of this.) The exception is foot massage. 200 baht for an hour of foot massage they can afford. But as I overheard one masseuse tell a farang visitor (maybe he's an expat who lives in Pattaya, because they seemed to know each other well), "They so many, we work no stop. One come, another come, but they no tip."

As long I can get a decent night's sleep, I don't care.

Let's talk about dual morale. Russia occupies Ukraine - that is bad. Israel occupies Gaza already many years - that is good.

I believe he did..... Here.

A superb multi-post report. As you have discovered, Thailand never ceases to surprise! My partner who basically put himself through school and university while working at various jobs, including a factory, had never been to any gay bar or other gay venue when we met. Through his relatively recent best friend, a gay Thai of his own age also at university, he had learned about the apps. His friend knew of places like Soi 4 and DJ station and one evening persuaded my partner to have drinks at Balcony Bar so he could see at least a bit of nightlife. Both guys are attractive. While they were having a drink at the bar, an elderly farang came up to them and said "hello!" He then added, "How much to have the two of you for the night?" They were actually appalled and hastened to leave the bar. My partner's friend is desperate to meet a mid-40-ish German and hopes to end up married in Europe. He meets quite a number of guys on the apps but all seem to want just sex (surprise!). But he had rarely gone to gay venues and never wants to return!

And what, pray tell, is the problem with red wine? It can frequently be one of the world's great drinks which, in relative moderation, has absoutely nothing to do with "substance influences". I think you must be referring to Thai made spirits or some other ultra cheap booze. If you have never had even a glass of French Chateau Margaux, Haut Brion or Latour, you have missed out on some of the great enjoyments in life, (thanks to working with Rolex on some events I was treated to all three - wines that have forever been way above my pay grade), an Australian Bannockburn Burgundy, an italian Montepulciano d'Abruzzo, or rolled in your mouth a glass of the cherry, dried fig and cedar flavours of a fine Spanish Tempranillo or the meaty, robust richness of a Rhone Valley Chateuneuf du Pape, I feel slightly sorry for you. Even a cheap Valpolicella has certain redeeming features when accompanied by a pleasant Italian meal.

I have taken 3 muscular guys from moonlight, none of them are gay, and all 3 performs well. My type are manly muscular guys, which usually means str8 guy, so i had low rates of hiring muscular gays.

I think you ignore him. If he persists in the PMs, "out" him by name and his (apparent) trolling. I know that (from personal experience) we sometimes post not in the best of times, under various substance influences ... and don't really mean what we say (post),

Ah, thanks for reminding me of the always astute Harry Shearer! I'm with him every Sunday. And I fondly remember Le Show way back to the 1980s on local KCRW.

One of the GPs told me there is another GPs venue in Centro; parada21. Open from Monday to Saturday. Busier days are Friday and Saturday. Might check it out tomorrow and if it’s a dud, will leave for 117. https://www.instagram.com/cruisingparada21?igshid=OGQ5ZDc2ODk2ZA==

I wish. My nephew and I exchange long and boring emails that would bore most people here to tears. This week they have been about China, small modular nuclear reactors, whether China is smarter because Xi Whiz can just push really expensive reactors through, or whether the US is smarter because we figured out small nuclear reactors are, once again, NOT too cheap to meter. It's more fun than posting here, because I am not told I am boring and verbose. My nephew is boring and verbose, too. And as pen pals we actually learn shit from each other. Oh, and we email lots and lots about stocks. Lots of charts and graphs. Check out SOXL. He's up something like quadruple since he bought it last Fall. I'm up about 50 % just this month. So we are figuring out how to make money on stocks. It's not as fun as sex tourism. But it's legal. I can't make money being verbose and boring here. Meanwhile, while I'm being verbose and boring, Murderous Vlad is doing his thing. Killing women and children. And killing women and children. And killing women and children. It is who Murderous Vlad is. It is what Murderous Vlad does. Don't you ever feel ashamed of all the killing of women and children, @Moses?

The silly boy was absent from these forums for several days. Could it have been detention? Running a sex tourism website? 🤓

Or simply watch TikToks on your phone!

Says the guy who sent both messages.

Yes, but the Christian religion teaches that human suffering is noble because it reflects the suffering of jesus on the cross. On the other hand, Buddhism recognises that suffering simply exists as a part of life, (rather than demanding it's followers suffer in order to demonstrate devotion) and the goal is to overcome hardship in everyday life and reach nirvana. At least that's how I understand it. But I'm certainly no expert.

From Thailand Business News he Tourism Authority of Thailand (TAT) recently hosted an ‘ESG activity in Thailand’ for international delegates attending the Air Canada Asia Pacific Sales Summit in Bangkok. The event celebrated Air Canada’s resumption of its Bangkok-Vancouver service. Mr. Siripakorn Cheawsamoot, TAT Deputy Governor for International Marketing, emphasized the event’s focus on environment, social and governance (ESG) activities in line with the Sustainable Tourism Goals and the United Nations’s 17 Sustainable Development Goals. Highlights of the half-day event included historical sightseeing of Wat Arun, enjoying Thai ice cream, and creating coasters with concrete waste at a local community workshop. The event showcased TAT’s commitment to sustainable tourism initiatives. Air Canada has resumed its Bangkok-Vancouver service with four flights per week and plans to increase to daily operation in early 2024 to meet high demand. The airline operates using a Boeing 787-9 Dreamliner and has launched ESG initiatives to stimulate travel to Thailand.

My ultimate off, dreamt about but never realized so far , is to off a hunk just for hand holding session. Few times we were close but always heat prevailed and impatience took us over, not that I'm complaining. I actually in course of conversation asked one of my Tawan boys about non-sex offs and he said that is more frequent than people think. Weirdest story I ever heard was Chinese offing bar guy just to watch him jerking off, less than 5 minutes and full ST tip paid. I was drinking with boy in Hot Male upstairs and we saw other boy being taken by that customer and returning to bar literally several minutes after . Boys rushed to ask what was wrong and that was apparently explanation. I'm not saint either - severely jet lagged went for massage to Senso only to fall asleep immediately only to be waked up by masseur at end of customary 1.5 hr session. Not sure he massaged me but at least I was oiled so shower together was in order. Easy money for boy and perhaps another customer story to tell

exactly, just returned from there yesterday. During my 3 weeks there official rate stay at 347 while informal ' blue' one varied between 880 and 1000 depending on the day and place ( best rates are in Buenos) so devaluation means just injection of reality. With that rate at the moment country is extremely good value for money. If booking hotels try to secure 'payment at the hotel 'option as it may save a lot of money if one will be allowed to pay in pesos obtained by informal exchange. Main inconvenience is actually counting money, highest denomination is 2000 but is rarely seen so for 100 $ bill one will receive brick of 100 of 1000 peso notes. Good news is never even 1 note was missing from the brick. But imagine paying 18000 taxi fare to EZE airport with 1000 peso notes, 18 of them.

Your father was correct: It's not dusty at all. But I'm sure that it's as old as the dust/earth that some people's god used to create Adam. ☺️

Of course we shouldn’t feel ashamed. What rubbish! It is not standard issue, but many things are not standard issue and conforming to other people’s norms is tiresome and limiting. What matters is the same thing that matters in any connection with another person – is it honest, transparent, non-exploitative, respectful, caring, an equal exchange? If it is not these things, then possibly we should be ashamed of ourselves. If it is these things for both parties, then it is a good thing. Many of my friends and family know about my relationship with Bangkok Guy. The initial reaction might be cautious, but after talking with him over Line, hearing me speak of him and seeing his photo around the house, its is accepted and now they ask about him. After seeing that it is a real friendship, they are fine. I think people react to the vibe that is given off. They might stare initially because Spring/Autumn is not the norm, but once they see a friendship they are fine and they put away their judgmental faculties. The same question can be put to the Spring part of the equation. I asked Bangkok Guy what people thought about him having an old Falang boyfriend. His first reaction was ‘you not old’, a nice piece of loyalty for which I thanked him and put aside. Then came the awkward body language indicating that there was something negative, because as he does not voice negative things it comes out as body language, and ‘I make my own decisions’. So clearly not everyone in his circle thinks our relationship is a good thing. He wants an older Falang boyfriend. He told me he had asked Buddha for one. ‘So Buddha lead me to you?’ “Yes” ‘I need to go to temple and talk to Buddha’, at which he looked alarmed until I continued ‘I need to say thank you’ which brought a big smile. It came out that one of the things he prays for at temple is that I will love him, which led to a penny dropping. Last time I asked him what he wanted for his birthday we went through the usual cycle from plain silly, because he likes pulling my chain (“Apartment building, that one there, is small, you can buy”. It was not small), through aspirational to see if I will bite (“Motorbike’, no I am too poor), to what he really wants “You give me money to go temple save cow”. Saving cow “Is for Lucky”. I am afraid that the contrast between ‘motorbike’ and ‘save cow’ struck me as so wide that I almost fell off the bed trying not to laugh, while he watched tolerantly because sometimes with Falang that is all you can do. The dropping penny was ‘When you save cow, what you pray for?’ A wickedly mischievous grin and with great conviction “Now you love me Long Time”. I don’t think he is ashamed, and neither am I.

Absolutely not. It's not as though my much younger partner and I hold hands while walking down the street (although I have no problem with those who do that) or French kiss while waiting at a Skytrain station (which I have seen gay farang tourists do!) In Thailand I have never once had any problems. When an earlier Thai partner and I visited Venice 20 years ago, he was a little surprised that some others in the breakfast lounge tended to look at us. I asked him at which tables, whereafter I started to spend time staring at the people sitting at those particular tables. They soon stopped! I am not on any social media platforms other than the gay apps. What people who read them think is their business. I could not be bothered in the slightest.

From Thai PBS World Taiwan’s Foreign Ministry has instructed its representative in Bangkok to investigate a car accident, in which an injured Taiwanese tourist was allegedly denied medical treatment by a hospital and died while being transferred to another. Taiwan News online reported that the ministry also expressed its concern over the matter to the Thailand Trade and Economic Office in Taipei and asked them to convey its request to take the matter seriously to the Thai government. Details of the accident are still unclear, but initial reports state that a person called “Chen” was a victim of a hit-and-run accident on Pattanakarn Road at about 2am on December 8. Rescuers rushed Chen, who was still alive, to a private hospital only 500 meters from the scene of the accident. Staff there allegedly refused to admit Chen, despite his severe injuries, because he was a foreigner. He was then taken to a state hospital about 10km away, a journey during which he succumbed to his injuries. Chen’s death came to light after a Taiwanese media outlet posted the story online, which spread to Thailand. It is reported that police have arrested the 51-year-old driver, who drove away instead of helping Chen. He was allegedly intoxicated. Upon learning of the case, Thailand’s Public Health Minister Cholnan Srikaew ordered an investigation, stating that a hospital cannot deny medical treatment to an emergency patient. Cholnan said hospital staff denying treatment to a critically ill emergency patient could face a jail term of up to two years and/or fines of up to Bt40,000. Cholnan also admitted today that the incident could affect the confidence of foreign tourists visiting Thailand and, since Thailand is a major tourist destination for Taiwanese holidaymakers, the government must take full responsibility and demonstrate publicly that it will solve the problem and prevent a reoccurrence.

I think I know who this ex Olimpo GP is, a "whiteish", tall, buffed guys (but not very muscularly defined). I had a programa with him at Olimpo 5 years ago, he was very fake, didn't do much. I saw him yesterday at Lagoa. he chased my up and down the floors, very annoying, must be quite desperate. Back in Olimpo's good old days, there were two other muscular Olipmo GPs and I had them all and still keep in touch with time. These two are more down to earth and delivered exceptional sex.

Day 5 In the final moments of my stay in Pattaya, I visited Jometein Beach for a brief jog and to take in the sights of Super Town Walking Street. I observed the seemingly dozens of attractive massage boy twinks, engrossed in their phones, occasionally glancing my way, likely in hopes of attracting some weekday business. The beach area here was noticeably more tranquil and cleaner compared to the main Pattaya Beach. Despite this, should I return, I would prefer to stay near Pattaya Beach yet again for its livelier atmosphere. Initially mistaking the baht buses crowded with tourists for tour buses, I eventually overcame my hesitation and managed to catch one back to LK The Empress for 20 bahts, a great deal There was also some entertainment watching a tourist lose her phone as she clung to the back tail texting away only to have her family scramble off the still moving vehicle dashing into the street to save the precious computer. Thankfully with traffic as bad as it was, we were not moving fast and her phone miraculously survived many near misses! She was spotted on another baht bus cruising by later - having never paid for the one her family dramatically jumped from. The journey back to Bangkok was generally unremarkable, except for a peculiar instance when the Grab driver stopped to refuel. The cost was surprisingly low, I remember calculating to $0.25 per gallon compared to my hometown where it is about $5.00. Yikes, and it was a full-service station - can this be real?! Additionally, the driver made a stop at a rest area for a restroom break, leaving me in the car with the keys inside. So thankfully it was an unremarkable trip back and a taste of the horrific rush hour traffic around 5PM in the City proper. For the evening, I had set my sights on visiting Tawan, a place I considered a kind of Mecca. Despite not having a particular interest in leather or BDSM, the appeal of Tawan was quite strong. My preference for beefy, muscular types, as showcased during my emotional rollercoaster at Arena, made the idea of a stone-faced and muscle-bound MB bar especially enticing after my experiences in Pattaya overloaded by uber-affectionate twinks. It promised to be a significant change of pace. I arrived at the bar promptly at 10 PM, aiming to be there for the first, and I believed, the only show of the evening, considering it was a weekday and the crowd was expected to be relatively sparse. Upon entry, I was greeted by an attractive host sporting a military-style buzz cut, dressed in tight black jeans and a fitted black t-shirt. Yummy. Once inside, I initially felt like I was the only patron in the bar, though I later noticed a small group near the entrance engaging with an exceptionally attractive sumo wrestler-like bodybuilder. I was somewhat taken aback by the immediate attention and being ushered to a front and center seat. Tawan's setup was much more intimate and smaller compared to other bars I had visited, such as Dreamboy with its bleacher-like arrangement. This closeness was almost disconcerting, as it felt like one of the imposing hunks scowling at me could nearly reach out and slap me. So perhaps I am a little bit into BDSM. However, as time rolled closer to the show the tiny bar did fill up. I met a fellow American who was seated next to me. A jovial man likely in his late sixties - a retiree who was well versed in jetsetting and MBs. Another few farangs also were among the audience and Asians. Before the main show began, a few dancers were rotating on and off the stage. Among them, a notably large man, though not particularly toned but with a muscular neck and legs, caught my attention with his gorgeous smile, which seemed fixated on me. In response, I found myself sheepishly grinning at pretty much everyone, not wanting to get roped into anything like X-boys so soon, including two dancers who seemed quite out of place. They had a smooth, sweet, twink-like appearance, a type I had become very familiar with by now - the bottoms, I would find out. The show was enjoyable. Not quite sure where Halloween masks came to represent BDSM but I was certainly impressed with the large muscular bodies that rivaled those brutes of Arena. They strode the stage confidently with their weapon of choice and menacing style that I could have watched all night. The all-nude but large cocks wrapped in plastic was still a turnoff so when they streamed into the audience for tips I avoided most of them looking obviously distracted until the smiling guy from the stage came over - 100 baht. My new American friend soon after was accosted by the live sex show portion and had to endure producing a tip as a toll to remove the bottom from his lap. He didn’t stick around much longer after that interaction. There was also, for my first time to witness, a cum show - as the small bar now filled to capacity was able to muster up enough tips to get the muscular mesomorph in a Jason mask to cum to a musical countdown - impressive. I stayed until about midnight enjoying the rotation of men even after the show concluded. In particular, I had my eyes tracking that sumo-wrestler bodybuilder wearing a skimpy jockstrap exposing his massive ass but after he left the table of Asians near the door early on disappeared into the kitchen eating ramen for the remainder of the night. I guess it takes a lot of calories to look like that -- it was not meant to be. Another monstrous muscle daddy was also making me weak - the sort of cartoonish musle that only modern science can produce and he oozed bravado and "straight acting." He prowled around the stage and only went on during the show and just as the club was shutting down for the evening. A massive and imposing specimen who knew he was making me nervous with a bewitching smirk and knowing eyes. He did not wear a number. As the evening began to wind down, the dancer who had earlier smiled at me took a seat beside me. We engaged in the usual conversation about who I was and where I was from, and he was very charming. I observed the men receiving their "tips," and he somewhat sadly informed me that he had only earned 200 baht that night, mentioning it was particularly slow. While I empathized with him, my own sexual frustration was heightened by the intense presense of 'monster daddy,' looming on the stage without any signs he was offable. Feeling a mix of emotions, I abruptly signaled the host that I was ready to settle my bill and leave the premises with my tail between my legs. I gave my smiling large friend a 200 baht tip for the pleasant conversation, then hastened towards the door tail between my legs. The host however trailed close after me groping my ass and crotch asking who I was offing tonight or if I wanted a massage. Though I had been eyeing him up all night, his firm body squeezed into that far too tight black outfit, as he whisked people to and from tables - I was perfectly fine having a calm night and heading to bed. However his insistent molestation of my genitals and offer of a nude B2B massage upstairs for 3000 baht. A few shuffles later, 2500 baht caught my ear. My first negotiation, this must be a deal! So meekly defeated I agreed and he ushered me upstairs to a shower and massage room that would have been well placed in a horror movie movies along with those Freddy Krueger masks. It was very worn down but had the utility to get the job done. The host stripped down exposing his fit body, not quite as monstrous or muscular as most of the dancers from the show but certainly attractive by any definition. He also had a pleasant personality - perhaps a bit too chatty. It was a quality massage, his muscle not going to waste with nice pressure and ultimately explained to me his entire backstory about having a girlfriend and where he was from. That did not stop him from sucking me off (with a condom) letting me suck him off (with a condom) and finishing with a joint climax. My chatty Kathy masseur had noted in the afterglow of my semen seeing that the usual white cream was now mostly clear as water, “you’ve been cumming too much.” Well sir, I’m not stopping until sawdust comes out of this thing. It's important to acknowledge that throughout this trip, I've been both happy and impressed with the consistent use of condoms by the MBs and even the guys at Sauna Mania. While I hadn’t used condoms for all my activities during this trip, I did for the majority. Additionally, I'd taken proactive steps for my sexual health by consulting with my doctor ahead of this "sexcation". I was prescribed DoxyPep to guard against bacterial STIs and have been on PrEP as a preventative measure against HIV. It's a responsible choice that I value and am glad that sex workers are protecting themselves. After the massage with the host, I did my little walk of shame down the ramshackle upper floors of Tawan to the street where I noticed several of the dancers and waiters hanging out. I suspect this would have been a ripe time to off guys 'off the record' - and perhaps that is why they were all lined up to watch me mortified that there was an audience to receive me and hour after I seemingly left the building. So, while Tawan did not turn out exactly as I had expected if this had been the only bar for the entire trip I would have been more than satisfied.

We just survey stamp collection and discuss rural development

But you certainly cater to the clients needs by arranging their tours, taking their money and facilitating the delivery of the service. The question was is your entanglement in geopolitical arguments a wise business decision and not about freedom of speech. You expect us to believe that English-speaking guides who interact with English-speaking clients aren’t aware of forums like this?

Unfortunately most of the links Moses uses to back up his statements - if he bothers to provide any sources at all - have been in Japanese or in Russian. And in those cases, the links had nothing whatever to do with the thread topic. The one in English from a Finland site here failed to back up his comments!