Hi you maniacs;

I usually enjoy launching my Trip Report a week or so after returning from my adventures in Oz, although, returned home nearly two months ago and still struggling with the concept of writing anything.

My mother passed away in January after battling colon cancer for nearly a year. I contemplated canceling my holiday last April-May because of this, but didnтАЩt.

Two weeks into my holiday I received a call from one of my sisters informing me that my father had passed away suddenly from a heart attack. I contemplated going home, but didnтАЩt. After talking to each of my siblings, their advice was to do exactly as dad (and mom) would have wished. And that was to continue enjoying lifeтАжapproach the grieving process as an inevitable and natural eventтАжand skip the funeral.

I returned to PTY with Tape and tried to get a grip on things. Completely contrary to my normal lifestyle when in LOS, I decided that a set routine aimed at keeping me busier in the day time, e.g., more physical exercise (yeh, that too), more interaction with farangs (which I usually avoid like the plague), two hours of swimming in the pool each day and frequent calls home to interact with siblings, would help matters along.

I found myself drifting (emotionally) from the clutches of Tape, who was still in the game-playing mode with his yaba use, although he stayed with me at the condo for about 5 weeks. No discos, no karaokeтАЩs, and minimal interaction with the working boys this trip. Just a bunch of nights getting smashed at the local drinking hole and letting time pass. I got drunk one night at the bar and pulled some boys pants down and liked his ass. Actually, I didnтАЩt remember the part about licking his ass, but my farang friends seemed to take great joy in describing this event to me in fine detail. I could hear my fatherтАЩs voiceтАжтАЭSee Ely, whatтАЩd I tell you, those homos are all sexual perverts.тАЭ

After enduring two battles with Tape, both of which were centered on his drug usage, I packed his bags for him and told him we were finished. We saw each other several times after that, although never put the pieces back together. I simply didnтАЩt have the will or motivation to glue the pieces of this scattered delusional puzzle back together again. I was content to just drop the pieces inside a box, close the lid, and scribble the words тАЬstore in a cool placeтАЭ and move on with things.

Pattaya was a pretty depressing scene during that period, which IтАЩm sure you guys have chewed apart for months. Very few customers, police raids, bar closures, frequent power outages due to the constant rain, and a boys who didnтАЩt even try to fake a smile anymore. Just a grim scene all together.


On a positive noteтАж

I enjoyed the nightly banter with friends at the Corner Bar, breakfasts at Two Faces, afternoon massages, # 22 at Nice Boys, # 12 at Look Bar (IтАЩll check in with him in about 4 years when his undies stay up by themselves), and a new boy at Euro Bar who didnтАЩt have a number yet and doesnтАЩt need one. Through all the dense fog created by the economic conditions, somehow the magic was still there. The boys showed their resilience at weathering the economic storm which amazed me, although the drug usage was even more rampant (or obviously rampant) than in the past.

An optimist at heart, IтАЩm looking forward to my return in October and plan to enjoy it to the max. I plan a side trip up to Uttaradit in north-central LOS for a week or so. I visited Uttaradit with a boy I met via the internet a few years back and had a great time, although always wanted to return to explore the scene alone, with more freedom for socializing (butterflying). ThereтАЩs a large University in Uttaradit which is one of the primary sources of the main attraction тАУтАЬthe boysтАЭ. My friend took me to the one-and-only disco in town with a handful of his friends, and I was surprised at the number of gays we met that night тАУ all with soft clinging handshakes and those alluring smiles. It should be fun.

IтАЩm sure you maniacs are critiquing the gogo bars on a regular basis, so no need to babble too much on this subject. As far as IтАЩm concerned, they never really changeтАжjust the names over the doors, the color of the walls тАжand the constant shuffling of numbers from one bar to the next. Sunee Plaza is a place that always changes тАУ but never changes. Boyztown is the same, but they pay more for their signs, so change them less frequently. Star Boyz Gogo has the best looking boys in Boyztown IMO. Krazy Dragon in SP also has some great eye catches for those who prefer the тАЬboy next doorтАЭ typesтАжfun atmosphereтАжfair pricesтАж and well managed. Look Bar is appropriately namedтАжlook, but donтАЩt touch. A great haunt for Walt Disney fans. I always like Villa Rouge (KAOS) because of its size and selection of boys, although a pretty dreary scene during the period I was there.

Bud (from DC), Gary (Corner Bar), Jim (S. Carolina), Jim (Jimmy James), Warren, Bob, Dervis, Geezer,тАжI really enjoyed your company. Cat, where the hell were you?

Eric (ex manager/chef at Clubbing) now runs a small kitchen at Up to You Bar next to Memories, and serves some scrumptious meals, my favorite being chicken breast with blue cheese sauce & boiled potatoes. His stuffed cabbage is another great dish. There are only a few tables - but worth a try if you want (or need) a good down-home carb boost.

As is so typical, I met a real dream during my last week in town who was really interesting, to say the least. If I would have met him sooner my daily anti-depression exercises would have much more enjoyable. He was new in town, didnтАЩt speak a word of English, wasnтАЩt faking the shy partтАжlooked like an angelтАжmoved like an angelтАжand then wrapped his legs around me and fucked like Satan on steroids.

He is just my typeтАжfemтАжpassiveтАжslimтАжsmoothт Ажsoft kisserтАжhand-holding type, but, no doubt heтАЩd transition into a full-fledged ladyboy if he hung around with me for a while. Why? I donтАЩt know why. ThatтАЩs just what happens. Sometimes I think IтАЩm nothing more than a ladyboy factory. Boy Special, my flame from the past, was much the same as this boy, cute, wonderful smile, soft, cuddly, and great at faking orgasms, nothing to complain about there, but then, he decided to show his true colors and out came the lipstick and sparkly high heeled shoes. I went to see him last May for a friendly visit and he looked like my Aunt Lilly. One cup of coffee and a peck on the cheek and I was out of there.

Well, thatтАЩs about it. My dad died, I broke up (again) with Tape, my favorite gogo bars were closed, the rain never stopped, I got so drunk I licked some strange boys ass in a bar, and then I finally meet a real dream boy and had to jump on the plane to come home.

Better luck next time.




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