{"id":1347,"date":"2005-09-10T01:50:13","date_gmt":"2005-09-09T17:50:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.djcharlie.us\/log\/?p=44"},"modified":"2018-07-25T10:58:25","modified_gmt":"2018-07-25T10:58:25","slug":"incorrigible-sleaze-bangkok","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.justcharlie.com\/incorrigible-sleaze-bangkok\/","title":{"rendered":"Incorrigible Sleaze, Bangkok"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: the sleaze in this place continues to amaze me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I went with my new friend Som to the night market which was insane. It’s the largest in the world. Suffice to say, it’s much bigger than you imagine. I wanted to buy a rack of shit, but I restrained my impulses because I’m traveling light and I’ll be back here in a few weeks. They stock a small mountain of great things that I’ve never seen anywhere else, though.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After the night market we went to the bar\/restaurant. Now, this was cool, but there was an air of suspicion. And this is probably uncalled for, and the direct result of the trauma that I got on my last trip to Shanghai in which I was almost had for a few hundred dollars by a pair of Chinese girls. I played the part of the stupid foreigner that time, as they brought me to some restaurant and tried to drop me with a huge bill. I’m sure it was way out of line, but I had that on my mind the whole time I was with Som, if only because he was so cool and so generous and kind. Thankfully my trauma will most likely die tonight, as everything was cool and great.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So we were at this restaurant\/bar where we got a few drinks and some food while checking out some local Thai bands on stage. Met a few people and had a few bottles of Singha while he ordered a bottle of V.S.O.P. (weird). I’m fairly faded and he’s proposes what we should do for the rest of the night. This part is really sweet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Som: SO WHATS NEXT
Me: YOU TELL ME, YOU’RE THAI
Som: WE GO TO THE STUDENT DORM
Me: OKAY
Som: HOW MUCH MONEY DO YOU HAVE?
Me: WHAT
Som: HAND ME YOUR PEN<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here’s where it gets interesting. On a scrap piece of paper, which I have in my pocket, and I will tape into my journal, he writes the following. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. And then below these; 4000, 3000, 2000, 1500, 1000.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Som: OKAY, NUMBER 5 IS AGED 30-40, NUMBER 4 IS 25, NUMBER 3 IS 23, NUMBER 2 IS 20, AND NUMBER 1 IS 18. WHICH DO YOU WANT
\nMe: (I don’t want prostitutes) OH I ONLY HAVE 800, DANG IT
\nSom: OKAY COOL, GIVE ME THE PEN AGAIN<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He starts writing again. This time, “500-2000”. And then below that, “H.I.V.”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Som: SO YEAH, THESE HAVE HIV, BUT ARE CHEAPER
\nMe: OH EXCELLENT, NO THANKS THOUGH, JUST ANOTHER BEER<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Today was a pretty eventful day, but that I think was definitely the most interesting and memorable part. Tomorrow is my last day in Bangkok before I go to Laos. I will do my best to make it just as eventful, but I will have to try hard. Hookers are out of the question (I haven’t even been to Pat Pong yet).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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