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TJ
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Alright then. It's probably time I contributed a Field Report to the system. Without any further ado,
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DAY ONE:
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After spending in excess of 24 hours in transit, I was finally at the Phuket international airport. The (complementary) C&N car was waiting for me, and the driver and I spent some time exchanging thai and english lessons during the long ride to Patong.
After checking in, I went through the initial room switcheroo (see C&N report here: http://bkkx.com/cgi-bin/forum/topic.cgi?forum=21&topic=427&start=12 ), then wandered out to Bangla. Beer bar, beer bar, beer bar. Where are the gogos? It seems the action gets started a bit later than Bangkok here, and I'm tired. Walked by one girl that seemed decent enough, looked at the next bar, and came back. We'll call her StalkerGirl. Played the obligatory game or two of JackPot, had our drinks, couldn't get her to discuss price (Being new to the Phuket scene, I wanted to get a feel for the quoted rates; bkktonite seems to imply that it's Bangkok rates in Phuket.) She's about 30, no kids (proven to be correct), and from Chonburi (hence the reason for Patong, and not Pattaya or Bangkok)
Gave up on the price discussion, and barfined her (200-300 baht, I don't recall), and went to eat som tum. It was nice to have a local point out where the big line of street vendors is - a small sub soi fronted by you guessed it, more watch shops and tailors. The number of tailors in the Patong area is simply amazing. Puts Sukhumvit to shame. And all of them trying the handshake move. I would have never found the place on my own, if for no other reason than I don't look into the shops long enough to make eye contact and thus trigger a drone to come out and hassle me.
After dinner, we retired to my room for some nice Hello-Thailand sex. Wouldn't let me CIM, so I had her lick my balls and ass while I jacked off onto her face. Dropped a spot right into her eye; and although she turned her head a bit, no real complaints about it. A real trooper -- I like this girl. Another round or two through the night, and one in the morning. Very enthusiastic about it. Very nice. About 7am, I sent her packing with 1500 baht slipped into her purse, no discussion.
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DAY TWO:
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As I'm not a beach person, or a water person, or a negotiate-long-distance-ride-with-songthaew-to-phuket-town-only-to-look- blankly-at-nothing-to-do person, I just hung around Patong and drank. There are many who would question the wisdom of going to Patong and not using the beach, but, I wanted to see the scene.
There's a nice bar on beach road, just up from Bangla, called Irish Bar. 45 baht drafts of Singha; these are good up until the keg hits the bottom. Then a bit sour. But they fixed that.
Back to the room for a nap, wake up at about midnight, head out again. Tried sitting in Tiger disco after one girl pulled me in. I declined to buy her a drink, so she proceeded to harass me for the next 10-15 minutes, until a Japanese couple decided they liked her. Nothing like having a petulant bar girl bouncing up against your back, grabbing you, and pressing her face into yours. She just wouldn't take no for an answer. Really funny with the Japanese, though - the woman was dancing normally with the bargirl; the bargirl would go on for this for a bit, then put her hands up against the nearby wall and start to do a bit more of a risque ass-shaking-come-do-me dance -- until the japanese woman got hold of her hands and went back to normal dancing. Ingrained habits, I guess. 
Ended up in front of Dragon Disco after another girl grabbed me. Nice face, a bit older. Seems to be a trend for me in Patong, these older girls. Tried to get me to buy drinks for the mamasan, but I wasn't having it. We'll call this girl SurpriseSurpriseSurprise (well gollll-y, Seargent Carter!). Barfine was 200-300, and back to my room (no discussion of price, again). This was to be one of those evenings where I should have trusted my gut instinct, and booted her before things got on too far. First, she immediately raids the minibar without asking. Then I get her top off, and those nice breasts I thought I was brushing up against? Yeah, padded. But really, really padded. This was like a prosthesis. I can't get her bottoms off, she won't let me. Then she refuses to shower with me (the big shower and lack of room safe lead me to prefer the group shower aspect)
No matter how much cajoling, just won't happen. At this point I'm beginning to wonder if I pulled a ladyboy. Ok, ok. Get the shower done, don't see a dick amongst all that hair, (and I dislike hairy pussy) get some BBBJ, too much teeth. I try to play with her pussy, and she keeps moving away. Get a finger in, and what's that I feel?
A Tampon.
That explains the clothing and shower issue. What the hell is this girl doing here? Sure, it's low season, but come on. By this point, I'm quite irritated, but I didn't care to get into an argument over paying her. She's naked, she sucked me; by some definition, this is short time. As she wouldn't own up to that being a tampon inside, and I wasn't *absolutely* sure it was, I rationalized my way into following through with the evening. (I'd forgotten about the possibility of blood on the sheets at that point). Condom goes on, dick goes in. I do my business, and of course, the condom's bloody on the way out. Pointing at it, I keep saying "no good, blood no good." I paid her for short time and kicked her out (1000 baht, again bangkok rates). At least the bed was un-stained. Thank goodness she did her cleanup job during her private shower.
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DAY 3:
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Another day in Patong, another day of drinking. I experienced the joys of the two tiered pricing system when a daytime bargirl took me over to the noodle vendor, who promptly says "farang, sii sip baht." Repeating this back to the vendor prompts an embarassed blush; who would have thought the farang would understand that you were charging him more? I pay it anyway. The bargirl lets me know that the thai price is 30 baht, and that she'll get it for me next time.
Off for a nap, out onto Bangla. Stopped a bar next to U2 bar, or thereabouts. Nice young thing pulled me in - we'll call her ShyGirlCutie. Turns out ShyGirlCutie and her friend spend a lot of time in internet chat rooms, chatting up guys that want to talk to Thai girls. One of them is meeting her friend in Bangkok on the 1st of October - and ShyGirlCutie is going along for the ride. Don't know if that means they're doing a team thing or not, but it didn't sound like it. She's got a very cute face, from Udon Thani, 24, nice slim looking body. (Alas, this is a beer bar, not a gogo.) Says she left her husband after 4 years when his Yaba addiction became a problem. Asked her if she had a kid? She said no.
Fast forward to the hotel room, and? No padding on the chest. Nicely sized breasts. But even before the bra comes off, one can see them pooled inside the cups, wrinkles signifying a lack of tension. Once the straps are loosened, they droop and sag. Hellooo pregnancy. That combined with the striations on the stomach tell me she lied about the child. Still, very cute face. Very very cute face. Innocent-type personality. Seems like she wasn't lying about not being accustomed to this; I enjoy the act if nothing else. Get a decent BBBJ, but again, no CIM going to happen. Jack off onto her tits (or rather, into the vast valley that separates them as she lays on her back), and then, after dealing with her disgust, demands for tissue, and repeated "no go with falang for long time" statements, I try to get her to warm up the old whammy again.
No go. Won't touch me. Moves over to the other side of the bed, telling me "he sleep" when I put her hand on my dick. My response is of course, that of Zed: "Well wake him up (!) " Not having it. Won't do it. And I'm thinking about booting her (I had banked on LT for this evening). She senses this and asks if I want her to leave, but I demure and let her go to sleep. An hour or so later, I'm awake again with a hard on. No denying this one, but she's still not very responsive. By this time I'm quite irritated, but I've also got that erection to deal with. She wants to lay there and play dead? Fine. On goes the lube - on me and her. She complains that she doesn't like it, doesn't need it, but I know better. Especially since the next comment is another "no have falang for long time" and "too big, go slowly". I'm prepared for the starfish act, even if it means that I play the necrophiliac.
Finish with that, and we're off to the shower to clean up. Repeat the same act in the morning, including starfish and lube; I said LT and I meant LT. Still, I can't get over how cute she is. And her demure thing only increases that. But the sex was terrible, and she's had a cute. I mean kid. Damn she's kid. Cute. Anyway, I slipped 1500 baht into her bag, and took this one to breakfast before parting ways. No real conversation to be had. Back to the hotel room for a sh_t and shower.
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DAY 4:
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An encounter with dysentary? Unpleasantness. I read a book.
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DAY 5:
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Ahh, the genius of it all. My stomach isn't feeling all that bad, and in my profound logic, I decide that if I do have dysentery, that it's probably on the upswing, and that if I want to do the tour thing while I'm in Patong, I should do it today before the disease progresses any further. No, no. No immodium before I leave - completely unnecessary, as clearly, a calm stomach now indicates a calm stomach later. Newton's laws, 'n all.
At 12:30, it's off on a bus to see the monkey caves, the limestone caverns, and James Bond Island. But that bus ride became increasingly uncomfortable as my stomach got angrier and angrier. By the time we reached the monkey caves I was sweating bullets, and had downed two immodium to no avail. What was to come, was to come. And so, off into one of the filthier bathrooms I've come across. But luck! Among the many toilet stalls, there was one western toilet. Huzzah! Huzzah! Cracked and filthy, but something to sit upon while I jet fluid from my ass. (this time it was sh_t, thankfully). The immodium took effect thereafter.
Down to James Bond Island, back to Patong, and down to visit ShyGirlCutie. Or at least to walk by the bar, and see how she reacts. Of course she pulls me in; I indicate that I stink, am sweaty. No plomplem. As I situate myself with a drink, she wanders off for a phone call. Then to go stand out front. Then she sits next to me, but avoids eye contact, never mind conversation. The drink is finished, and so is my time there. She doesn't argue about it and says goodbye.
On the way back to the hotel, I pass by StalkerGirl's bar; as she's sitting with someone, I smile and wave, but keep going. She indicates that I should come over, but I just point at the man and keep walking and smiling. Convienent for me. I stop off at a restaurant near the hotel for some curry, facing out towards the street. There never seems to be anyone there but me, but now I have a guest. It's StalkerGirl! Hey, look who followed me down Bangla after I walked by her bar. How... charming. Being the nice guy that I am, I invite her up to sit with me, even offer some of my meal. And her customer? Oh, she was just playing a game with him. I guess I'm a hotter prospect, even after passing her up twice now, and not coming to see her for a while. We discuss the fact that I'm tired, and don't feel well. I say that I'll come by if I feel better, after my shower. Back to the hotel, I fall asleep on the bed, intending to come out again later. But waking up at 11pm and being alert has never been my strong suit. I toss and turn, up at 12 again, back to sleep.
As I lay back down, what should I hear but a knock at the door? Now who could that possibly be? (gasp) could it be StalkerGirl? The knocking continues, continues. Finally I go to the door and ask who it is. Giggling, a finger covers up the eye hole. Yeah, it's her. Why the hell didn't the reception desk stop her from just walking up? Must be another "mai bpen rai" moment for them. Lovely. I put on clothes and talk to her, letting her into the room again. I'm too much of a soft touch, as I agree to have lunch with her tommorow, in part to countermand her claims that I never go and see her. (And that last statement alone expresses the foolishness of it all). She finally leaves. I sleep.
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DAY 6:
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It's out and about, a few drinks, and off to lunch for some som tum with StalkerGirl. A quiet lunch, which she picks up the tab for. (She pays 25 baht/bowl, whereas I pay 30. Of course) Always funny when I eat spicier food than a thai girl; my stomach's actually getting used to eating all those chiles. Mostly. Then it's off for a walk on the beach. She's trying to make conversation, and I'm mostly being quiet; my passive aggressive way of letting her know that I'm really not interested, and that this is a pity lunch. "You very secret." is her response. It's clearly getting to her at times, and she seems somewhat irritable about it. She may provide great sex, but I'm in no mood for nighttime company. And even if I was, the whole "showing up at my doorstep" thing is quite off-putting.
After this quiet walk, I indicate that I need to go see a friend; when asked if she can come along, or if I need to go alone, and I say "go alone." We part, I go to drink in a different bar, and make plans to go to Phuket Town with the cashier there the next day (her day off). A few drinks, and I walk back to the hotel.
Ahh Bangla. It's a small community, and everybody sees everything. Quite nearly in front of ShyGirlCutie's bar, I'm acosted by SurpriseSurpriseSurprise, tampon girl from day 2. Pushy, she is. Her bar's up and across the street, but here she is, grabbing me, asking me how I am. In my face. Rude. I say that I have to go see a friend, and part ways with not too much trouble.
I stop by an internet shop on Soi San Sabai, where I run into ShyGirlCutie as I have before (she recommended it to me). She's there with her friend, chatting away with thaisick farang. The interaction is amusing, as her friends treat me as though I'm with her, but that last time in the bar indicates otherwise.
Back to the hotel, and I end up sleeping from 6pm to 6am. No knocks at the door this time. Apparently StalkerGirl got the hint.
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DAY 7:
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It's up at 6am, off for some breakfast, and then out to Phuket Town with my new cashier friend. I've no interest whatsoever in driving in thai traffic by myself, nevermind on a motorbike, so I'm on the back of hers. Without a helmet, unfortunately. Quite amusing to head up the hill from Patong and listen to the bike struggle to handle my 190lbs of unaccustomed extra weight. Out and about, and back to Patong. Ended up in Scruffy Murphy's drinking draught Chang at 99baht/pint, which seems pricy after draught Singha for 45 baht/mug. Silly me. Here I was thinking 100baht bottles were cheap back in BKK. Just friends with CashierFriend, so it's back to the hotel at the end of the night to sleep alone. (Still no desire for company, which perplexes a restaurant-owning-friend of CashierFriend; why don't I pick up one of those many willing thai ladies?)
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DAY 8:
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My last full day in Patong. Off to the bar to drink, but as I'm coming in, a girl that I initially thought was Japanese makes eye contact with me from in front of one of the street vendors. She then follows into the bar, and turns out to be a new recruit. Couldn't stop making eye contact with her - nice thin frame (41 kilos), cute face, young. Spent the afternoon getting a hole burnt into my pants leg from an irishman's cigarrette, and teaching her the phrases she needed to know to work in the bar:
What's your name? How old are you? Where you come from? How long you stay in Patong? (put her hand against my hand) Oh, very big! You pay bar for me?
I left out the one about her stroking my beard and saying "suay mah." She'll have to learn that one from someone else.
It was quite satisfying to have my limited thai prove semi-sufficient enough to hold a mini-conversation. Lots of modifiers there, but still quite satisfying. Because we're gonna have to call this girl NoEnglishNewRecruit. From Korat, 20 years old, and her second night in the bar. Didn't have a cell phone yet, it seems. A pity she had a child (1 year old), but I had already become infatuated with her face by the time I noticed the way her tits hung under her shirt. Oh well. She was obviously tuned into my interest, and was feeding me some of her KFC lunch. She gave me a peck on the cheek when I called her pretty, much to the amusement of the other girls.
As I'd started drinking at 11am, by 5pm I'd had 7 beers and had a sore ass from the barstool (maybe I'll turn it the other way up next time). My friend the cashier was encouraging me to barfine the girl, and I wasn't worried about her being totally inexperienced; she'd been married, and had clearly been poked at least once, and it wasn't as though I was concerned with maximizing vacation utility. 200 baht for the barfine, and back to my room.
Lovely little thing, self-conscious about the stretch marks (which weren't that bad compared to a lot of 'em), and of course the tits were sagging a bit now. Big nipples though. Did the group shower thing, with no argument from her. Got into bed for a nice blowjob - she was driving me nuts sticking her tongue in my piss-slit. She kept stopping every few minutes and asking about the condoms on the side of the bed, which she finally just reached over and grabbed, ripping one open; not a good habit to be in (ripping them open like that), but I had neither the language nor the patience to try and explain it to her as to why. I do love that pained expression when my cock moves past their point of comfort and gives them a jab in the insides. Pokepokepoke.
After we're done, clean up, lay around a bit, she starts complaining about how her stomach hurts, and how she needs to eat. Interesting that she had not responded to my entreaties to food while we walked over to the hotel, but now it's food time. OK, ok. After enough of "jep jep," we head out to get something to eat. A right painful meal it was, too. I've nothing to discuss with a bargirl that speaks some english, nevermind one that speaks none.
Back to the hotel, laying about watching a movie, and my erection returns. I slide her hand into my pants to encourage her into action, and, holding my cock, this is the moment she decides to talk about money.
Of course, the conversation is quite difficult (what the hell does "tau-rai" mean, anyway?), and after briefly trying to explain ST vs LT, I say "1500 tommorow". She keeps asking me if I have money with me, even though I stopped by an ATM on the way to the restaurant we just went to. And of course, the initial enthusiastic blowjob is no longer so enthusiastically joined. She was eventually convinced to suck me again, and jacked me off (at least the first spurt) into her mouth. I would have preferred that she take it all, but at least she kept that first bit behind her lips as she held my still pulsing cock until it finally came to rest. No gagging, no retching noises from the bathroom as she cleared her mouth out. Didn't head over at a dead run with an angry look on her face. What a sweetheart.
But then she began the discussion of tommorow vs. today again. And money. And going back to the bar. So I finally gave up and cut her loose with 1000 baht for ST, after two pops in a 3-4 hour time frame, early evening.
That last bit makes me thing she wanted to go get another customer for the evening - maybe not so new after all.
Off to sleep.
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Somedays I'm embarassed to be falang.
Another day of waking up at 6am. Down across the street for some breakfast, and hey, there's someone there today. Someone that hasn't gone to sleep yet, and is stinking drunk. And yelling. With a drunken ladyboy, out of costume. I had my breakfast there anyway - khao tom muu - and with amusement and embarassment watched this guy make a complete ass of himself.
Apparently the first boy was not enough for him, as he kept shouting down the street for the boy's friend; he repeatedly shouted what initally sounded like "Gook" but might have been [deleted], and was corrected by the boy to be [deleted to protect the innocent] Alas, the other boy would not come, and the shouting would die down for a brief moment. Then it would start again, again with the wrong name, and the correction, and the further shouting, and the lack of the boy coming over.
He was having something of a falling out with his ladyboy friend, and as the ladyboy left, the falang shouted after him "your sister, how much?!" (Did I mention that this restaurant is right next to the massage parlour underneath the 2nd floor window of the hotel room I was first presented with? (the one I rejected, fortunately) ). "Your sister, how much?! 100,000 baht, ok?!" Back and forth, back and forth, with the ladyboy heading down the soi, then coming back.
At one point, the ladyboy started to agree upon a price for his sister. The falang was laughing about him selling his sister without even talking to her about it. And then he asks, "ok, you take check? you take check?" This conversation degenerated further, and the ladyboy finally left. So the falang shouts down the street again for his other friend.
Growing tired of the guy not coming to him, the falang went and fetched him - apparently he worked for the hotel, and was on the job, in uniform. "Oh, I'll take care of this with the hotel, don't you worry." Gave the poor bastard a kiss too. The hotel employee finally managed to free himself and get back to work. At which point the guy bought drinks for the restaurant staff, and myself. Wanted me to have some alcohol, but I bargained down to coffee. I made it a point to keep conversation to a minimum, and to interact with him as much as possible with knowing smiles and nods.
Finally it was time for me to leave; I finished my breakfast, but he was still there.
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Bangkok Girls : Meet Attractive Thai Girls
Posted on: 7:20 am on Oct. 6, 2004
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Murf
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Nice honest report.
A few wasted nights imo, but like you said bkk is the next long stop.
That Irish Bar is one of my favorites too...
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Bangkok Women : Meet Sensual Bangkok Women
Posted on: 12:10 pm on Oct. 6, 2004
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buxeda
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hi tj,
very nice and honest fr. I had some stomach problems in phuket 6 years ago, too. but I spent 4 days in bed...
double pricing systems at food stalls too many tailor shops and agressive vendors, 30y+ bg's...
i know why I prefer bkk and pty to phuket.
peace
buxeda
buxeda
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Thai Girls : Meet Sexy Thai Girls
Posted on: 12:50 pm on Oct. 6, 2004
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compexec1
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Buxeda-
The Banyan Tree Phuket has a special place in my heart now, I have never been to a nicer place. I very well my return next year. I don't think Bkk or Pty can offer the same experiance IMHO.
Compy
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Bangkok Girls : Meet Sexy Bangkok Girls
Posted on: 7:15 pm on Oct. 6, 2004
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