After a mind blowing night last night I now know a few things I didn't before. 1. Johnny Walker is, aparently, the shit in Thailand. 2. A Thai hooker costs 3,000 Bhat. 3. Muai Thai kickboxing is surprisingly fun to watch.
I have some pretty nifty pictures so far. I have yet to run across some Internet service that will allow me to USB up and upload them, so it may be a bit.
On Wednesday we decided to catch a Tuk Tuk over to the Kickboxing stadium, pay 800 bhat, and stand in the outer ring, soaked in sweat, drinking warm beer, and soak in the rabid betting spectacle that takes place. The first few bouts, the fighters couldn't have been older than 14 years old. This of course led back to the Khao San ghetto bars where we proceeded to drink with other Anglo looking entertainment seekers.
Last night, as you know, I ended up back at one of these bars, playing on their free internet. Not always a good idea... but not entirely bad, either. Anyway, we stuck around Khao San for the entire duration of the night. Ate some overpriced (but still incredibly cheap compared to west Europe) food and stumbled around to a few clubs. Basically, we all just got pretty faced. Adam and I ended up down an alley off Khao San and found a full on rave about 2 floors underneath this place. It was packed with the grime of backpacker culture. Dread locked Aussies "moving" to the bass line. It was awesome.
We finally ended up back at that bar, where I met a Dutch chick, whom after talking to a bit, really wanted to know the price of a Thai hooker. So, I immediately found one and asked. We all then ended up back at our pool, located on top of our building overseeing the polluted horizon of Bangkok. Oh, and Charlie, at about 4am, opened our room door and "fire extinguished" us... our room was coated in fallout.
Today, we are at the Beach, feeling quite hungover.
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Also, I love a city that should have the mantra "Ping Pong show?".
This post reminds me of the time I went to Branson to catch Yakov Smirnoff. Except the hookers were 4000 Bhat.
Branson IS overpriced. Pattaya is where we are at right now. Nothing TOO exciting has happened here so far, so I don't think it merits a blog post. There are a few streets here that, when walking down, you get cat called by about 50 Thai hookers. Supposedly it's the largest sex tourism spot in Thailand. Hurray!
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