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So my hotel booked me a taxi to Jomtien. 1200baht, seemed like a good deal to me, especially since the trip back to BKK was 1600.
So on arrival at Jomtien, I check into hotel, and go for a little wander to find the beach and see the area. On walking past one of the massage shops in the complex, I'm grabbed at by multiple boys... clearly the boys are far more forward here! I carry on walking trying to smile and shake my head and say no.
On my return, I spy out Sophia's thai, and a couple cafe/resturants opposite, and make note for food later. My favourite thai food is 'pad gra pow'... and if you ask for not spicy, they simply leave out all of the chillis, If you ask for a little spice, you get all of the spice.
So my first night, I go around the Complex, checking out all the bars. It's busy because its christmas eve, seems like everyone is out. As I'm wandering through several of the bar boys try to grab me to pull me into their bars. One even gives me a bear hug and wont let me past. I was cold sober at this point, and I'm a pretty shy reserved guy. Stangers grabbing and hugging me uninvited is not what I call fun.
I eventually find a bar that looks a bit quiter with a good seat to people watch. After some time, I get a message from the boys I saw it BBK, they're sitting at the bar nearby and invite me over. I sit for drinks and get to know them all better. At the end of the night, I go back with one, I'll call him M, and M certainly wasn't just a beautiful face. He was defintely worth every baht of his tip. He leaves after, and I go to sleep satisfied.
The next morning I take a little trip over to Terminal 21 to wander the mall and see if there is any good sales on. I find a couple of nice things, and head back to the complex. After a swim and a rest, I'm ready for night 2. I run the massage shop gauntlet again to get some food, then I decide to go to the Venue for the show. After enjoying the awesome show, I end up back drinking with M and his friends. I go back to hotel alone though.
The following day I spend relaxing by at the beach and by the pool, and of the evening, I eat then join M and friends for drinks. We end up playing drinking games, and M asks me to take him back to the hotel, and thats where we go. After some good times were had, we both head back to join the others for more drinking and games. M wants to stay with me the night, and I say yes. I leave to your imaginations what we got up to.
At this point, M is starting to refer to me as his bf... which would suprise none of the more experienced members here I'm sure.
It's my last full day in Thailand, and I spend most of it with M, relaxing at the beach and having lunch. Of the evening, we part company for a while, before meeting up again. I want to see the Venue show again, and M comes along. He's really not into the show at all, but I'm enjoying it... technical issues and all
My last night I spend alone as I needed to be up early for the flight home.
 
I had thought this would be my last ever trip to LoS... but I think I've been convinced that there is still much more for me to enjoy there.
 
Thanks for reading

best way is to go and check yourself. One thing is for sure - you can't visit Pattaya of days past anymore so rather focus on what's there now. And there's plenty 

in café I can tolerate  guys being on the phone but not in my own bed  and not when I hired them to help me with stamp collection

I was brought up as a "Moravian" (miscellaneous protestant church out of Moravia in what would be Czech republic).  Pretty mellow protestants by the time I grew up.  Believed heavily in fellowship and your relationship with God was a private thing.  My mom was deep in the church having been literally raised in it (father was the caretaker) and she was the church organist. I had perfect attendance at Sunday school.  Nonetheless, my growing sexual abnormality (barely acknowledged by me) interfered with my beliefs and came to head during catechism.  At the end of catechism you were expected to get up in front of the church and reaffirm the promise your parents made during you childhood baptism (that you accepted JC as you savior and lord).  I told the minister I was not ready to do it.
When I arrived home from church my mom was in the laundry crying (something I had never seen before).  Guilt took hold.  I had special sessions with the minister and magically "re-discovered" my faith before the Palm Sunday ritual affirmation and communion. 
I got up and kneeled in front of the church in my Sunday best covered in a white gowns to say "Yea I truly believe" and accept JC with all the other 14 yro boys and girls. I got my piece of styrofoam "bread" and grape juice.   I did not know my gown had shifted down over the heels of my new shoes, hooking onto the hem while I kneeled. As I stood, my neck was pulled back and I was choked momentarily by the gown before the hem broke and I was released.  I almost fell over backwards.  JC was obviously not pleased with my lie.  I never did communion again and drifted as far from the church as mom allowed.
I guess in my small mind, the Universe is fantastically too large and amazing to believe in a fantasy story about such a small jealous god (or is it 3 gods? Father, Son, Holy Ghost?) that wants random short-lived carbon-based life forms on an insignificant spec of stellar dust around a very average star at the edge of a small common galaxy to "worship" "Him".  Egotistical are we?
Believe what you may, this I know - Religions are tools of man to control other men, nothing more.  
I grok there may actually be a "GOD", but it is nothing we could actually imagine and if it would think, the universe would change.  If there is an after-life, it is to return to thoughtless oneness with the Universe  and rejoin GOD. (Nirvana?)
Regards going to church with your boyfriend... its a no brainer, if you love him or at least want to make him happy, go.  While you are there you can quietly meditate on the nature of God, the Universe, life and Man.

Warning! Possibly this will be a long, boring story so read at your peril!
I was brought up in Scotland attending the local Presbyterian Church of Scotland until at the age of twelve the Minister visited my home to say that because I had not been baptised I must now be baptised otherwise I would not be allowed to attend Bible Class. This was the first I had heard of it, my older brother had been baptised as a baby but my mother had refused to have me baptised, and said I should be allowed to choose for myself. For the next year or so, with the assistance of my Religious Studies teacher at my school I visited many different religious groups, the ones I liked most being the Quakers for the silent meetings, and the High Anglicans for all the bells and smells (incense and flashy garb worn by the priests and assistants). The place that brought me closest to where I wanted to be was the Roman Catholic Church where I was counselled by a Benedictine monk for months and finally I was baptised and then confirmed, to the horror of my parents. On leaving school at 17 I entered an enclosed, silent Benedictine monastery, the Abbey was built in the year 1230 and was semi-ruined and being restored. The community chanted the Office seven times a day and the Mass in Latin, Gregorian plainchant. I had been visiting the monastery on retreat each year since I was 14, and the community had watched me grow up, and when I asked to be admitted as a Postulant the Abbot looked at me and said "Well we have been waiting for you, get on with it."
As a teenager I had tried to commit suicide three times because I could not cope with being gay. Converting to the Catholic Church gave me a focus and a community who welcomed me. I am quite sure the community was aware that I was gay, but nothing was ever said. And there was no mucking about, this was a good community of dedicated monks. After time as a Postulant, then a Novice, I asked to be allowed to take my first vows, called Simple Profession, the vows lasting three years, and then you would make Solemn Profession, vows for life. As the Bendictine Rule required, I was presented to the community by the Novice Master, then left as they debated my fitness to be allowed to remain and take my vows, then a secret vote is taken, each monk holding a white ball and a black ball and putting their hands into a wooden box so their vote is hidden from view. You need a two thirds plus one vote to be allowed to take your vows. When I was summoned to the Abbot's study, kneeling on the stone floor, I was convinced that I would have to leave, but after a long silence the Abbot said I had received the vote to stay and that as it was the 1500th centenary of St Benedict's birth I would be given the name Benedict. Then after an even longer silence the Abbot looked at me and said, "We never discuss the vote, but you need to hear this, your vote was unanimous." I was stunned, and that was the moment in my life that I finally realised there was nothing wrong with me, if these good, holy men could welcome me into their community then I could accept myself. I stayed for another three years to get the courage to leave and start to live my life.
On leaving I continued to have a deep faith, attending Mass every day and praying daily. I chose to train to be a nurse, and after three years when I qualified there were no jobs in my home town and I ended up moving to London and working in Charing Cross Hospital and then moving to St Stephen's Hospital in Fulham to work in one of the largest HIV/AIDS wards. This was 1987 when thigs were really bad. Every day we saw half our patients die, nine or ten mostly young gay men in their teens and early twenties. Many of their families disowned them, though many others came to support them. After a couple of years of this, losing friends and colleagues to AIDS, too many to count, my faith finally died. I tried really hard to hold on to may faith in God, but so matter how hard I tried my faith was gone. To this day I miss my faith, but it is gone. 

I went to Colombia this march for 2 weeks and as it was my first trip there and i asked a few people a lot of advice I feel that I shhould share a bit about the trip 
The trip was a week in Bogota and a week in Cartagena I started in Bogota and booked a hotel in chapinero which seemed like the right place lots of gay nightlife and a lot of escorts around. Bogota is a great city people are friendly and its very easy to find boys there. I speak no spanish and it seemed like noone spoke much english aside from a few people at some of the tourist attractions. That makes it harder as a solo traveler I think if i was travelling with a likeminded friend i would have had a blast in bogota.
The boys I ended up taking to the hotel I met online I am not a big nightife fan and prefer a good fuck and a dinner to a night boozing. There were tons of goodlooking boys and they were eager to meet up. Making plans for several days ahead turned out to be almost impossible prehaps its a language or culture thing but i found it was better to look for the boy when you needed him and take who was available.
All chat is on whatsapp and google translate was all i used and it worked well.
Spent the second week in Cartagena where there were quite few rentboys on the sites and none in my flavour bracket ( twinks) but with the help of a spanish speaking forum member i had set up my grindr profile and soon i had a lot of messages and I ended up going out with a nice dark student while was there i had booked a cheap hotel and had no problems bringing him there 
Cartagena is a lovely town the old town is beautiful and the food in the resturants is great and reasonably priced I really enjoyed the city and prehaps its also because i had a great 18 at my side there who spoke a good deal of english which made it all a lot more fun. Generally a lot more people spoke english in Cartagena so it was easier to communicate.
So all in all a great trip a little more hassle finding boys than in thailand but great sex with very passionate lovers even when you are paying 

I went to Colombia this march for 2 weeks and as it was my first trip there and i asked a few people a lot of advice I feel that I shhould share a bit about the trip 
The trip was a week in Bogota and a week in Cartagena I started in Bogota and booked a hotel in chapinero which seemed like the right place lots of gay nightlife and a lot of escorts around. Bogota is a great city people are friendly and its very easy to find boys there. I speak no spanish and it seemed like noone spoke much english aside from a few people at some of the tourist attractions. That makes it harder as a solo traveler I think if i was travelling with a likeminded friend i would have had a blast in bogota.
The boys I ended up taking to the hotel I met online I am not a big nightife fan and prefer a good fuck and a dinner to a night boozing. There were tons of goodlooking boys and they were eager to meet up. Making plans for several days ahead turned out to be almost impossible prehaps its a language or culture thing but i found it was better to look for the boy when you needed him and take who was available.
All chat is on whatsapp and google translate was all i used and it worked well.
Spent the second week in Cartagena where there were quite few rentboys on the sites and none in my flavour bracket ( twinks) but with the help of a spanish speaking forum member i had set up my grindr profile and soon i had a lot of messages and I ended up going out with a nice dark student while was there i had booked a cheap hotel and had no problems bringing him there 
Cartagena is a lovely town the old town is beautiful and the food in the resturants is great and reasonably priced I really enjoyed the city and prehaps its also because i had a great 18 at my side there who spoke a good deal of english which made it all a lot more fun. Generally a lot more people spoke english in Cartagena so it was easier to communicate.
So all in all a great trip a little more hassle finding boys than in thailand but great sex with very passionate lovers even when you are paying 

I went to Colombia this march for 2 weeks and as it was my first trip there and i asked a few people a lot of advice I feel that I shhould share a bit about the trip 
The trip was a week in Bogota and a week in Cartagena I started in Bogota and booked a hotel in chapinero which seemed like the right place lots of gay nightlife and a lot of escorts around. Bogota is a great city people are friendly and its very easy to find boys there. I speak no spanish and it seemed like noone spoke much english aside from a few people at some of the tourist attractions. That makes it harder as a solo traveler I think if i was travelling with a likeminded friend i would have had a blast in bogota.
The boys I ended up taking to the hotel I met online I am not a big nightife fan and prefer a good fuck and a dinner to a night boozing. There were tons of goodlooking boys and they were eager to meet up. Making plans for several days ahead turned out to be almost impossible prehaps its a language or culture thing but i found it was better to look for the boy when you needed him and take who was available.
All chat is on whatsapp and google translate was all i used and it worked well.
Spent the second week in Cartagena where there were quite few rentboys on the sites and none in my flavour bracket ( twinks) but with the help of a spanish speaking forum member i had set up my grindr profile and soon i had a lot of messages and I ended up going out with a nice dark student while was there i had booked a cheap hotel and had no problems bringing him there 
Cartagena is a lovely town the old town is beautiful and the food in the resturants is great and reasonably priced I really enjoyed the city and prehaps its also because i had a great 18 at my side there who spoke a good deal of english which made it all a lot more fun. Generally a lot more people spoke english in Cartagena so it was easier to communicate.
So all in all a great trip a little more hassle finding boys than in thailand but great sex with very passionate lovers even when you are paying 

Send me a direct email message here is best. The information changes quickly here as the economy comes back to life.  I think I will add a single article (one-page entry) for Bogota, Medellin and Cartagena business pages listing the current gay bars and clubs in each city since that information is generally out-of-date on most travel websites (including the Colombian ones).
 

As I stated above I already have all the information I need to visit the saunas...thanks for all your incredible input and help.

I try to be optimistic and so am heartened that the infection rate has stopped rising and that vaccinations are increasing. As for the  resilient Thai population, I recall the sight of shop-keepers in Pattaya Tai standing knee-deep in flood water  to continue their selling; I suspect that the moment restrictions are lifted we will see a similar determination to resume business. And to put my money in the till. 

I also like to travel light
this is is what I'm wearing when travelling to tropic.
 
Shirt ( I have 7 different colors but the same fashion, all purchased for 300-400 baht on Silom , Pattaya Noght Market or Talat Bobae along Saen Saep canal )
has 2 velcroed pockets ( velcro is great theft prevention tool )
I always take 3 one them , one is on me , one is drying and one ready to use dried already
shorts ( only 5 different colors, the same price and source ), 4 velcroed and 2 regular pockets at front and 2 velcroed on the back. I take only one 
Always do my own laundry and no problem with either one to dry overnight. In case if does not  or in need of more formal dress ( no shorts at Grand Palace or Bank of Thailand Museum at Rama VIII bridge  for example ) I use long trousers I wear on the flight .
I have whole science as to what is distributed to  which pocket but that's different story.

Thailand is quite unique in how few problems i have had of this kind as I have never had anything go missing while there is a boy in my room. 
I used to go to Prague where a few small things have disappeared and i have caught a couple of boy being nosy. 
Now I still act the way I did in Prague so there is never anything easy to find in the room and I always shower with the door open, also not drinking while looking for boys helps.
Only in thailand have I had a boy come back asking if I had given him too much money because i had tipped him a little extra. ( 500 baht more than usual)

Thailand is quite unique in how few problems i have had of this kind as I have never had anything go missing while there is a boy in my room. 
I used to go to Prague where a few small things have disappeared and i have caught a couple of boy being nosy. 
Now I still act the way I did in Prague so there is never anything easy to find in the room and I always shower with the door open, also not drinking while looking for boys helps.
Only in thailand have I had a boy come back asking if I had given him too much money because i had tipped him a little extra. ( 500 baht more than usual)

Day 4: Two for the road, and After hours 2: in photos
It must be a habit of mine. In Brazil, my usual flights back to the USA are red-eyes. So it has been almost a tradition for me that I spend my last few hours in Sao Paulo or Rio in a boy sauna, leaving my luggage at the sauna front desk and frolicking in the sauna from 6 PM to 9 PM, which is prime boy sauna hours. And the habit of getting two boys as a last off has now been another tradition of mine, by picking one boy at the start, and then having him pick a second boy, based on my specifications. I usually pick a second based on the physicality of the first boy and then picking the opposite. There are days when a muscular hung top would catch my eye, and I’d let him try to get as a second, a boyish leaner and more bottom guy to play with us. Other times I’d have a white and green-eyed swimmer build pick out someone who is more mixed-race and versatile. It’s kind of crazy the variety I can find sometimes in Brazilian saunas.
No matter the combination though, I’ve never wondered if the threesomes I choose in Brazil would ever work out. It just works in that country, for some reason. It's probably why I have a lot of it.
In Thailand, threesomes are a more complicated matter, it seems. Judging from the feedback here, it seems that there is some trouble getting the right compatibility with the boys. Maybe its cultural, maybe it’s because it’s a bar and in full view of other boys and shyness is a factor, or maybe it’s just not done. I would never ask two Moonlight models for a threesome (and it will be freakin expensive), but for some reason the two I laid eyes on tonight screamed threesome to me. As I take them to Crowne Plaza, it was clear that they had a rapport. A friendly rapport for sure. Let’s hope this is good.
At the hotel room Cambodia immediately goes to the bathroom to pee. Myanmar stays behind, and then takes off his shirt and pants. He was back to his Lucky Boys attire. I guess he was more comfortable this way. He looks out the window and stares at that 32nd floor view of the Bangkok skyline. I hug him from behind and he looks back and gives me a kiss on the cheek, and then on the lips. He then faces me, and takes off my shirt and fondles my torso.
“You are top or bottom?” he asks, possibly to gauge what was expected night. “Everything,” is my stock answer. He laughs with that million watt smile. He was a pretty one. Handsome sure, but prettier still. He just turned 22, he said. He has lighter skin than most Myanmar boys I know. Everything about him says a boy from Chiang Mai, except for those eyes, big with long lashes. Cambodia emerges from the bathroom still in full dress. They both talk for a minute and Myanmar tells me “I shower first.”
It was Cambodia’s turn to be admired, but he is more shy than Myanmar. He kept his clothes on, but immediately hugged me and kissed me and then proceeded to ask me things about my trip. Unsurprisingly his English is much better than most boys I’ve met here (something in the water, or educational system, in Phnom Penh perhaps?). He is also 22, and looks younger. A little bit darker than Myanmar, but no less cute and perhaps even sweeter than Myanmar. We talk until Myanmar emerges from the bathroom, with towel firmly tied to the waist. It's Cambodia's turn to shower.
After 2 minutes, Myanmar goes to the bathroom and talks to Cambodia, I am guessing about the off. I hear the water still running when Myanmar emerges and asks me to join them in the bathroom. In the bathroom I am liberated of my shorts and underwear and I see Cambodia drying himself. Myanmar takes me to the shower and then joins me and helps me get clean. Satisfied, Myanmar takes my cock and strokes it until I was hard. Even with three (!) orgasms today it was not hard to stand at attention for this cutie. 
Myanmar leads me out the shower and see Cambodia, also in a towel sitting at the edge of the tub, waiting for us to be done. All of us, in towels, go to the bedroom. I liberate myself of the towel and lay on the bed. Myanmar speaks a few words to Cambodia, and then Cambodia starts kissing me, and then Myanmar takes my cock and sucks on it. After a while, Myanmar emerges to kiss me as well, and then feeds me his cock. Cambodia goes down and it was his turn to suck my cock. I pull Cambodia up and he takes turns with Myanmar getting attention from my mouth.
The things one discovers while in a threesome. In the bar, they both agreed to do everything, and I believed that they would do it. But now, in the threesome, it was clear for me that Myanmar would shine more as a top, and Cambodia would be hotter as a bottom. And that’s what happened. Myanmar was able to top both me and Cambodia, and Cambodia returned the favor to bottom for the both of us. After that, I was able to top Myanmar for a little bit, and that was enough for me to cum, as he was fairly tight. Myanmar came soon after, while deep kissing me and stroking it on Cambodia. Cambodia tried to cum but gave up after a few minutes. Total condoms unpacked: 7.
It was around 2:30 by the time we all got showered and fixed up and all condoms and condom wrappers put away. I gave each boy 2000 baht, a pretty great effort and well deserved. I get both their Lines and bid them goodbye. After 2 minutes, I get a thank you Line from Cambodia:

I must admit, I was super hungry for food. I haven’t eaten anything in almost 12 hours now, and I’ve met 4 guys since then. I run down and meet Cambodia just outside Crowne Plaza. He flashes me a smile, and thanks me for coming for him. Surprisingly, he takes my hand and we walk along Rama IV to the Surawong Rd direction. He asks me where I wanted to eat. I tell him a sit down restaurant would be nice. Hand in hand still, we make a left on Thaniya and come upon this open air restaurant (really it’s a collection of tables and chairs near a Family Mart) called Thaniya Bar Beer:

As we get seats, Cambodia says hi to a lot of the boys already eating there. I see a big party to my right, some boys and mamasans from Lucky Boys. Another party in front of us. I recognize some of the guys in the table. “From Moonlight,” Cambodia says. No models, but some of the familiar mamasans and regular boys were in attendance. I guess this was a popular haunt by the gogo boy bar employees. A nice affable girl gives us menus:

Conveniently in Thai and English:

Cambodia asks what I liked. I told him to get what he wanted. He jumped at the chance to get the fried duck beaks, as well as some morning glory (very Cambodian-Thai) and other things. I order my usual Thai Omelet and pork things. I was in a good mood. I wanted my last dinner in Thailand to be festive.  We order some beers and toast the night. I haven't drank Singha in more than a year!

The food was pretty smashing, as expected. The Fried Duck Beaks were quite the treat, especially:



Cambodia’s story is fairly typical. From a family of poor farmers just outside of Phnom Penh. Went to Bangkok with help from fellow Cambodian friends to be a waiter. Discovered that he was cute to a lot of people and decided to be a gogo boy to earn way more than waiting tables. He’s still fairly new to the scene, but I must admit that he has this “taking care of customers” part down. The held hands, the kissing, and just the general attentiveness was pretty natural for him. He was curious, as other boys, as to why I look Asian but from the USA. Some just can’t wrap their heads around that. I get this in Latin America too.
Don’t get me wrong, the sex I’ve gotten in the trip was pretty good. But it is these moments, connecting with someone who was but a stranger to me 2 hours ago, that really made the trip. Connecting through sex and moments like these.  I had these moments more often when I had longer trips, so being able to get it in this condensed trip is, for me, an enormous triumph, considering that I did not have time to have these moments in earnest. I go to Thailand for the sex, but stay for the company.
We get the bill (450 baht – is this a lot?) and head back to the Crowne Plaza, still holding hands.

He asks if I wanted to do long time tonight. I told him I would want to but finally admitted to him that I was leaving in an hour and half, at 5 AM, to catch a 7:30 AM flight from Suvarnabhumi. He seemed genuinely bummed about this news, but asked if I wanted company to the airport. I was slightly taken aback by the suggestion, but thought, why not? I think the last 10 trips, I always had an escort to the airport. This trip seemed to be no different.
At this point it is 3:30 AM. I've had my fair share of late nights and early mornings in Brazil, but I must admit, I've never felt any danger while walking the streets of Bangkok, at least in Silom, as I do approaching a dark alleyway in Rio de Janiero just off of the Lapa district, for example.
Next, another one for the road, and final goodbyes…

I don't think you want plan that,  try to find the guy you like and are comfortable with and let things take its course naturally. When you feel your blood it's at boiling point , you will know now it's time.

Casa Fellini. It used to be one of my favourite restaurants in Pattaya but has really gone downhill the last year or two both regarding service and food quality.

And yes, the best part of the deal is that they will (for the most part) go out of their way to make you feel attractive; laugh and joke with you and generally make you feel young again.
 
If you are fat, no problem, they like 'pompui' man; if you are old, no problem, they postively prefer older men; if your skin is pale and flabby, no problem, they genuinely desire white skin, they only wish they had the same. 
 
In the room you have fought to get (and keep) your cock hard, no problem, they will close their eyes and gasp and run their hands through your hair and gently pull your ears as you fuck them.
 
You last a few minutes before your back gives out (or at least I do), no problem, they have genuinely had a great time, and they positively prefer to finish with hand-jobs LOL
 
And, best of all, no matter how small your cock, no problem, they will tell you that they think it may be too big for them, and they will grimace and tell you to go slowly (and, of course, in it usually pops with practiced ease LOL).
 
You are the customer, they don't just want your money for this session, they want you to love and adore them and see you (and your money) many more times during your holiday.  And trust me young twinks know only too well their allure to older men; smiles, big eyes, hugs, kisses; with baht in your pocket you will be putty in their hands LOL
 
Your baht does more than buy you sex, it buys you into a fantasy that is hard to resist (until your money runs out, or its time to get back on the plane LOL). 
 
Its huge fun, but with almost all money boys you need to accept it for what it is. Get to know them and you will find that most have boyfriends or girlfriends back home waiting for them. Treat them kindly and and with respect and you may become favoured customers for whom they do have a genuine affection aside from the money, but it is rarely more than that. You may pine for them and miss them when you go home, but they will, of necessity, be looking for their next customer. 
 
Hell, why do you think we save-up and keep going back each year. LOL

with all that doom and gloom I wonder why I still have so much fun there

I pay between 1200 and 1500 for ST in pattaya ( mostly 1500 always twinks) and I have had about 1 complaint over the last 6 years. I suppose there might be a difference whether you are into twinks or hunks. But as I never have problems with the price I feel I get the boys I fancy the most and I almost always get asked for a repeat.

Yes this excatly what I paid in Pattaya and Phuket/Patong and never faced any problem at the contrary boys asked for a repeat most of the times and some of them were willing to be LT period with me (several days and even more) at the same rates provided that I paid all daily costs and I never compromise on the quality of the boys they were really gay,young and handsome .
I never took hunks so I have to take Vinapu words that they are more expensive.

I pay between 1200 and 1500 for ST in pattaya ( mostly 1500 always twinks) and I have had about 1 complaint over the last 6 years. I suppose there might be a difference whether you are into twinks or hunks. But as I never have problems with the price I feel I get the boys I fancy the most and I almost always get asked for a repeat.

Day 3 & 4
 
In the morning, I fielded many messages on gay Romeo and eventually selected a good looking guy and invited him to have dinner with me. He turned up on time to the hotel and then we walked together to the restaurant. The second identical mistake of my trip: this guy was also a smoker. I think I just got confused with all the messages going back and forth and missed asking this question again.
 
He was pleasant and considerate enough to smoke downwind of the fan. His English was good and he was reasonably well educated. He seemed desperate to prolong the evening before going back to the hotel with three bars visited, so I began to think he was trying to extricate himself of having to be amorous later. I was almost prepared to say goodbye and end the evening there and then but eventually we went back to the hotel together.
 
Thereupon further prevarication: two cigarettes on the balcony, more chat, "shall we watch something on the TV?" etc. Then finally after showers, we got into bed together. Then a load of cock-teasing and cock-deflating crap whereupon he said I was clearly too tired to perform! At this point, mentally I decided to mark it up to experience and gave up. He slept very well (snored constantly) and I was awake somewhat frustrated for most of the night.
 
In the morning, my alarm went off for breakfast. I had already decided food was preferable to more playing around with this guy and said he could join me if he wanted to (which he did).
 
When we got back to the room, he suddenly became amorous and what followed was some of best sex I recall having. So why all the farting around the previous evening I shall never know.
 
He left around noon, asking if we could repeat everything tonight. I didn't have the heart to give him a direct answer so left it that I would message him when I had worked out my day.
 
In the afternoon, I popped back to Somjit Massage outside Tukcom. Of course, the guy I had espied previously was nowhere to be seen (a lesson I am learning is one should always strike when the iron is hot).
 
Nonetheless I was in the mood and selected another guy for an hour's oil massage. As it goes, it was a reasonable massage and got interesting when he was massaging my arms and I found my hand resting on a very nice hard appendage in his pants. This had a similar effect on me, and shortly afterwards he was naked and throwing himself in to the session with wild abandon.
 
The guy from last night messaged me saying he was bored. I didn't take up the bait and just sympathised. For one thing. I need to rejuvenate myself with a good night's sleep!

Are you speaking of travelling in Thailand (or the boy's homecountry if he is not Thai) or in a country foreign to a boy?
 
In principle I would (travel with a boy in his homecountry), however preliminary checks (staying overnight = long time, talking) has always shown incompatibilities: different sleep-wake rhythms (when I wake up at 8, I want to leave for sightseeing at 9, and cant' wait for the boy to wake up at 12), different food preferences, different interests (I like temples, museums, mountains, forest, national parks and abhor the idea of lying in the sun on sand) and physical abilities (for me every distance under 5 km is walking distance, for most boys every distance longer than 500 m has be done by driving).
 
Have any of you been further south then Surat Thani or Hat Yai? I have, and can only tell positive.

I've done it many times, each time was great.  Of course, past results are no guarantee of future success.
 
Agree 100% that all the money arrangements need to be discussed up front.  I don't take guys shopping and I make that clear.  But what I do is give the guys some pocket money on the first day so if they want to buy something, get food, pick up the dinner tab, whatever, they can.  To my surprise the unspent money is almost always returned to me.  (!)  If traveling out of Thailand and his home country, of course I always get him a SIM card on arrival when I get mine.  
 
Once I travelled for a couple of weeks in Vietnam with someone I had only met once, but that is the exception -  it's usually someone I've been with several times and done some sort of tourist activity in BKK (or environs).
 
Agree 100% that you cannot/should not expect sex on demand all the time.  I also make sure there is some alone time every day.  That's probably more for my benefit than his, but I do think it is a good idea.
 
As far as a plan of what happens if things go "south" (bad) - I've never discussed it ahead of time, I guess it seems a little threatening to me, but I would have no problem putting somone on the next flight home if necessary.
 
Common problem situations I've faced-
 
-- I like to go out and about in the daytime.  For some of the guys two days in the sun will turn them deeply dark and, as they see it, hurt their livelihood.  So I try to be reasonably accommodating.  I let them know I'm aware of it.  I bring and share my extra-strong sunscreen lotion.  On one trip we bought an umbrella.  I learned always to find a shaded side of the street to walk on.  
 
-- I like to go to sleep at night.  Often the guys are on sleep during the day schedule, so getting them onto my schedule means they're jet lagged.
 
-- Sometimes the travel situation can be intimidating for the guys.  Last year I did a trip to Bali with someone who had never left Thailand, and another trip to Malaysia with a Cambodian guy who I don't think had even been on a plane before.  Something to be aware of.  Sometimes this means explaining ahead of time the rule about liquids on carry-on luggage, and little things like that, but other times it just means being mindful that they may be excited and having a great time, but also stressed.
 
-- Food.  OMG food.  I have never seen anyone so happy as when I found a Thai restaurant in Ubud for my Thai companion.  I know some Laos guys who are true foodies and adventurous eaters, but a lot of the guys are not and food, comfort food, family food, food like they grew up with, is very important to them.  Something I try to be aware of and help with.  Also, taking someone to a restaurant with a menu in english doesn't really help those guys.  Let them pick the restaurants.  Put up with sitting on those little plastic chairs.  Find restaurants with pictures on the menu.
 
I know several guys who are veteran travelers with customers and know the drill and how to make it work out.  (And because they have probably had their fair share of bad experiences, they will be particularly appreciative of good treatment.)  I hate to say this, but a mamasan might help make an introduction to guys  he knows are good at traveling with customers.  
 
Overall, It's always worked out great for me.  Part of the fun for me, however, is taking the trip with someone who is also having fun and an adventure so by making that part of my mindset I think it helps and so far everyone's had a good time.  The hardest part of the trip is when it's over.