Will it be Indians Next?

[Jellybean]

. . . With the TAT and the airlines now actively putting more resources into developing tourism from India - it seems Indians spend longer in the country than most other ethnic groups - and the number of inbound tourists expected to have exceeded 1.1 million last year, I guess we may soon be soon be seeing a lot more gay Indians hitting the bars.

Ah, that reminds me. During my last visit to Pattaya, prior to Christmas, I stayed at the Ambiance Hotel. One morning as I was leaving my room, three Indian lads emerged from the room next door.

The next day, downstairs at breakfast, the same three Indian lads sat at the table opposite me. We said our ‘good mornings’ and started up a short conversation. The lads were from Mumbai and recommended I visit their city. Then one guy surprised me by asking, ‘Have you met any nice girls yet?’ Taken somewhat aback, I replied in all honestly, ‘Er . . . no, not yet’.

[fountainhall]

‘Have you met any nice girls yet?’ Taken somewhat aback, I replied in all honestly, ‘Er . . . no, not yet’.

Oh dear! What a shame your creative juices were not flowing that morning, Jellybean. I would have expected you to tell them about several amazing gogo bars with just the most stunning girls, big tits and whatever else attracts straight guys. I can even hear you add enthusiastically "You really have go. They're all quite close by in one small area - maybe 12-15 minute walk maximum." And then you give them directions to Sunee Plaza!

[Jellybean]

Oh dear! What a shame your creative juices were not flowing that morning, Jellybean. I would have expected you to tell them about several amazing gogo bars with just the most stunning girls, big tits and whatever else attracts straight guys. I can even hear you add enthusiastically "You really have go. They're all quite close by in one small area - maybe 12-15 minute walk maximum." And then you give them directions to Sunee Plaza!

Well, founty old sport, my creative juices weren’t quite working on your scale, more’s the pity. But my little cogs were whirring round and I was almost tempted to say, ‘Who me dear? Oh, no dear! I like to give and take cock up the bum. That’s why I stay in a poofters’ hotel like this.’

But I thought it was a bit early in the morning for that sort of smutty talk, so I opted for the more anodyne, less creative and non-offensive, ‘Er . . . no, not yet’.

Ah, but next time . . .