33: The First Day Back

[YimSiam]

 

Don Muang, the Immigration line. I step forward, passport and ticket in hand. Trying for once to be a good boy, I place my feet dutifully on the footprints on the floor, and gaze evenly at the alien eyeball of the webcam on the Immigration counter. I pass my documents to the officer on the other side - sheâ??s cute, but no stunner, and sheâ??s not from Isarn; I look to the left to see whether I might have picked a line with a more beautiful girl. Never mind, thereâ??s plenty of that later, Iâ??ve learned to pick my battles.

 

The officer flips through my passport, pausing at each of many Thai visas. Thereâ??s a tourist visa, three officials, a handful of non-immigrants and extensions, all expired or cancelled already. I tell her Iâ??m here on holiday - no visa - and I smile, my first Thai smile of the week. She smiles back and gives me a thirty-day entry stamp, and itâ??s settled: Iâ??m officially in Thailand again.

 

The escalator takes me down towards baggage claim. I feel like taken the steps three at a time, but I restrain myself. On the plane I figured that this is my 33rd trip, my 33rd entrance into Thailand (one for each year of my life), and the escalator in Don Muang is just one of so many ways to step into this place. Iâ??ve walked back from Myawaddy; took the train in from Malaysia my first time; crossed the Vientiane Friendship Bridge in a tuk-tuk; flown in from every direction, and stepped off the boat at Chiang Khong â?? who gives a fuck how you get into the Kingdom, as long as you do! I take my suitcase from the carousel, pick up a King Power bottle of Jim Beam, and hit an ATM. The ATM hums while above me the angel-like voice of the public announcements whispers in the big hall. The sliding doors make way when I head towards the street.

 

This is my favorite part of arriving in Thailand: the warm, damp air that hits me, that tells me that Iâ??m back, the singular scent of Bangkok at night, the hum of traffic, the sticky heat! My heart beats faster, I feel the excitement of being back in this city that is as much my home as anywhere. I smile as I enjoy my cigarette and take in the view of drivers pushing their taxis towards the head of the queue, dozens of people in yellow shirts, the classic pot-bellied cop in brown that looks like it was painted on, wearing cop aviators well after dark. The taxi line is long tonight, full of Thais and the occasional farang, so I take my bag and head upstairs to Arrivals, where a cab is waiting with an open door. I tell the driver to head towards Soi 33. Thatâ??s the last fifty baht Iâ??ll save for the next few days.

 

I donâ??t know why, but I like the Novotel on 33 even though itâ??s a soulless place with nothing special about it, just another hotel. They give me a big suite for a decent price, and they never bother the girls. The staff is friendly when I check in, and recognize me â?? or pretend to, the computer probably tells them Iâ??m a regular now. The smiles are sweet nonetheless, and after a couple months in the middle of fucking nowhere itâ??s a bloody revelation to see Thai women smile again.

 

In the room I open the Beam and have a drink while I switch SIM cards, lock my valuables in the safe, and make a quick call to the office. After another smoke and a few minutes of channel-surfing I shower, moving slowly, savoring this most recent arrival in LOS, like a kid trying to make an ice cream cone last.

 

Finally, Iâ??m back out the door and onto soi 33. I always laugh at myself when I get dressed up for a night out with a bunch of hookersâ?¦ who am I kidding? On 33, a few girls wave me towards their bars, but itâ??s just not time for soi 33. A couple hotties are eating noodles on the sidewalk and they make eyes at me, a motorcycle taxi driver waves me over, the ubiquitous guy with a massage parlor card is coming quickly across the street - and I love the whole scene: Iâ??m back in Bangkok! Even the ring of the doorbell at the 7 on the corner sends a little chill down my spine. Gotta get one of those bells for my flat, and maybe a girl to go with it, welcoming me back every time I leave my place: Glap maa cheun kaa!

 

Iâ??ve been away for months, but I still donâ??t have a plan for my first night back. No worries, my feet know where to go. They take me down Sukhumvit and before I know it Iâ??m at soi 23 and Cowboy. Like an actor walking on stage, I step into the bright lights of Cowboy, and right away thereâ??s my first bar, Tonyâ??s. I duck under the velvet curtain into the bar, and before my eyes can even adjust to the dark, the girls on stage have started their screamsâ?¦ â??YimSiam! YimSiam! Oh, I miss you too much! Where you go!â? Itâ??s been at least four months since Iâ??ve been here, but they still remember my name instantly â?? the Isaan memory chip is unbelievable, something Intel should copy somehow.

 

Next thing I know an hour has passed and there are a dozen glasses and bottles on my table and a bouquet of bins in the cup, a girlâ??s massaging my dick through my pants, and Iâ??m getting updates on what everyone has been up to the past few months. The dead bar has picked up its pace, a little party has started. My welcome girl who is usually at the door â?? a â??special friendâ?? â?? has gone back to school, or so they say. Goi is still a crazy but good-humored drunk, and the DJ still sucks. Thereâ??s one hot girl on stage, sheâ??s got her top off and actually dances, but otherwise nothing special at all up there. Everyone wants to go to a disco, to tio, or at least do a ST, but Iâ??m just touching down for an hour. A few thousand baht lighter and feeling my engines starting up, I duck back under the curtain and onto the street. I hit another bar, and another, nothing much strikes me but thatâ??s alright.

 

Predictably, I find myself at Toy Bar, where tequila and bad intentions soon pave the road to the Naughty Boy Corner. Cornered, I canâ??t defend myself from a vicious pack of black-and-white-uniformed Buriram girls, and after getting head from a girl I havenâ??t met before, the hands of the others jerk me over the edge, splashing baby oil on my shirtâ?¦ shit, I didnâ??t mean to blow my first load while sitting at a bar with 30 other people in the room, but what the hell, thereâ??s no saying no when you donâ??t know whose hand is on your shaft, whoâ??s massaging your balls, and whose pussy your hand is on... Spent, I take my hands off Buuâ??s chest and out of Noiâ??s panties, and lean against the wall while the girls clean me up with Wet-Naps... More tequila, please.

 

The money is flowing like water, and I donâ??t care. This is the joy of working a hardship post, and arriving back in Bangkok â?? my pockets are full and my bank is on standby, my time is limited, and Iâ??m going to enjoy it a much s I canâ?¦ I swear some of the ATMs actually start to tremble when I approach, from excitement or fear, who knows.

 

By the time I leave Toy Bar itâ??s a little late, some girls are already leaving their bars, and in my drunken state I feel a twinge as I realize that time is passing â?? must continue on, into â?? and through - sanuk! Iâ??m in full Big Mango mode and starting to crave some more familiar faces, so I grab a moto-taxi for Nana â?? the minutes of my weeklong holiday are fast disappearing, so I commit a cardinal sin: I tell the guy to go as fast as he can, Iâ??m late for a meeting.

 

Fuck, Iâ??m at Nana Hotel almost before leaving Cowboy. Those guys are suicidal on their bikes â?? adrenalin, yet another element in the eveningâ??s cocktail. Inside Angels, itâ??s just about full, and I start my round. Almost immediately, I meet Nang Tok Tian, Miss Fall-Off-the-Bed, an Isaan sexpot whose drinking caused her to fall out of bed not once but twice, on separate occasions, knocking her head both timesâ?¦ She told me once that her single-day record was seven short times in one day, working the beergarden. Gave me a sense of perspective, that one. Then Ning, a skinny psycho-baby who shakes her ass at me while she dances with some aging American, he looks like a computer engineer - a skinny girl but what an ass! I give a hug and kiss on the cheek to a familiar katoey â?? or maybe Iâ??ve never met her before, so many of her kind look the same. Thereâ??s times I walk in Angels and feel like I know everyone, and other times when I feel like itâ??s my first day in Bangkok.

 

Iâ??m not even halfway around when I find what Iâ??m looking for: tall, slender, hair dyed a mix of brown and blonde, itâ??s Gai. God, I love this girl, even if sheâ??s got four different guysâ?? names tattoed on various parts of her bodyâ?¦ Problem is, everyone loves her and even as sheâ??s winking at me sheâ??s taking a Heineken from a guy who looks completely smitten. When I pass she grabs me and asks if I want to leave, but Iâ??m still in the afterglow of the multihandjob at Toy Bar and not ready to head back to the hotel anyway. I ask her if she has a mobile: no, of course not, sheâ??s not the type who can keep hold of her mobiles. I remember giving her my old one once, it lasted about a week. No worries, if I want to find her I can call one of her friends, or drop in on Soi 22, where she stays in an urban hut with an older couple, sleeping on a mat on the floor, the sounds from the next hut coming through the walls as easily as the ratsâ?¦

 

The Nana parking lot, you either love it or hate it. I love it, and so I buy a beer Singh from Mama and grab a spot on the corner to watch the carnival. The newbies are wide-eyed, and hardened freelancers are pulling out all the stops to reel them in. The poor newbs donâ??t stand a chance, I know I didnâ??t ten years ago when I took my first freelancer from this same spot. The expats troll cynically for the right girl, brushing off the rest. One girl Iâ??ve seen around here for years still looks great to the novice sanuker, sheâ??s timeless, and I watch her work a young Brit. Heâ??ll probably be back next year on a crap teaching contract, chasing the dreamâ?¦ like meâ?¦

 

Before long, I find Dao and Sao, two of my regulars, committed freelancers. Iâ??m embarrassed how happy I am to see these two, itâ??s like meeting up with old friends â?? but I guess weâ??ve had three or four threesomes together, so itâ??s not so strange after all. Iâ??m feeling ready for more, and so we swing back to the hotel, marching unabashed through the lobby and up to the suite. The girls start drinking shots of bourbon, grimacing after each, thereâ??s music playing, weâ??re having a good time and the energy picks right up, momentum builds.

 

I donâ??t know completely whatâ??s going on, Iâ??m standing by the bed with the remote in one hand and a whiskey-Coke in the other when I realize that Dao is naked and on her knees with her mouth around my cock, and Sao is dancing in her underwear on one of the chairs. What the fuck am I doing with this remote!? Off with Saoâ??s underwear, and onto the bed. Daoâ??s always been my favorite of these two, and sheâ??s working hard to keep it that way, sheâ??s got me in her and is working it up and down above me while I lie on my back, Sao giving encouragement. Daoâ??s a tiny woman, light skin, with a beautiful laugh and big smile; when I was leaving the last time, she curled up in my suitcase while I packed up my apartment, and begged me to let her come with me... Very sweet.

 

After a bit, Dao tells me I should fuck Sao, so I do, lying on my side, entering from behind. Iâ??ve got my fingers in Dao when I feel her pulling my wrist downward, towards her ass. Well, if she wants a finger in her ass, thatâ??s her prerogativeâ?¦ We switch around again, and when I finally come, sweating and with my heart going a mile a minute, Iâ??m fucking Dao from behind while she lies on top of Sao. Itâ??s my own little porno fantasy, and I love it. Most threesomes are a bit of disappointment, but not with these two. They may not be young stunners, but theyâ??re good girls to have around, lots of fun, and they know what I want. Maybe I shouldâ??ve pulled the curtains on the window, it did get a little graphicâ?¦ The carpet is littered with condoms and condom wrappers: the price of a threesome in the HIV era.

 

When your trips are short, youâ??ve got to make the most of them â?? immediately after I come we all shower and dress, and head out through the lobby. Thaksin and his boys are putting the squeeze on nightlife, but thereâ??s always something â?? this time, we head to Lao Chalern, where thereâ??s usually music and booze all night, and yes, theyâ??re still open at five oâ??clock. Through the restaurant and up the stairs, past the pool table and up another flight. Three years ago this place was always packed, but tonight itâ??s alright, enough people to have a good time, but not too many, mostly girls and a bunch of wasted farang. Ten minutes later a bottle of Chivas is on the table, and my two girls multiply into four, all familiar faces. Christ, Iâ??ve spent too much time in this particular gutter, this is my environment! I know the manager, the DJ, the backup DJ, and a handful of girls. The five of us and a few of the staff do quick damage to the bottle, and a friendly Canadian girl and his girl join us. The bottle quickly empties and weâ??re into our second by seven AM. Is that the sun shining around the edges of the blacked-out window?

 

Around 8 or 9 weâ??re among the few left, and itâ??s clear itâ??s time to go. Sao leaves first, who knows where she has to go, and so Dao and I and I tall woman whose name I canâ??t remember go back to the rumpled sheets at the Novotel. Iâ??ve got nothing left, and so I collapse into bed, a beautiful girl on either side, bright Thai sun trying to get into the roomâ?¦ Was thinking about leaving for Pattaya this morning, but with a quick call to reception to extend for another night, that plan is off. Dao is trying to tell me some sad story of her hard life but between her English and my Thai, and more whiskey than I needed, and all the other madness of the evening, I canâ??t make heads or tails of what sheâ??s saying. The other girlâ??s asleep already, purring like a kitten. I throw an arm around Dao, and thatâ??s all I remember from Day 1 of trip 33.

 

[YimSiam]

Oops, forgot to note that all names are changed, using a TGRNG (Thai Girl Random Name Generator)... sorry for any confusion!

[..]

My welcome girl who is usually at the door â?? a â??special friendâ?? â?? has gone back to school, or so they say.

 

Yup, she has. She's at Khon Kaen U, studying accounting. I've never met anyone, let alone a pretty girl, who's dream was to be an accountant. But there you go.

 

She still pops in at Tony's when it is school hols.

 

Cheers,

SD

 

[Guest]

Nice report...thanks! Very interesting read.

[asiafun]

Party like a rock star baby! Keep setting the benchmark.

[YimSiam]

Asiafun, Suadum,

 

Yeah, the party-like-a-rockstar thing applies, guilty as charged... Thailand's a place where a completely average guy can stumble off a plane and pretend he's Jim Morrison for the week... Now that I'm out of Thailand, my returns tend to be blowout parties, no wats, no Grand Palace, not even shopping, just one party after another and then back on the plane - which can be pretty boring to read in a trip report (got drunk, fucked her, fucked her and her friend, got drunk, oh yeah baby, fucked her again, still drunk...). Maybe I should try to fall in love with a FL next time, and get material for a trip report with some drama... Thanks for reading - this is my first trip report, so the feedback is appreciated. Glad to know someone's reading.

 

SD, thanks for the verification on you-know-who. That girl's a charmer, isn't she? Fun to go out with. She's the kind that you really wish well, you know, hoping that she doesn't disappear down the drain of SC. She's different, honest she is! Accounting, wtf...

 

Thanks -

 

Yim

[Fidel]

Great report Yim. I'm heading in October. Left in June. Counting the days.

[asiafun]

With any luck I will be taking another trip to Siam in the very near future. No countdown yet though!

[BJ_Blackowitz]

Great FR, Loved reading it...

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