According to the 1980s classic One Night in Bangkok, the world's your oyster, the bars are temples but the pearls aren't free. The song also promises that you'll find a god in every golden cloister, as well as a host of other suggestive lyrics. After only a few hours in this city and some wandering around the night markets, Tane and I had been propositioned in ways that I dare not describe in detail lest my blog come up in less that wholesome Google searches. Golly gosh. This city should carry a R18 tag.
2 comments:
Oh Tane, remember that night in Bangkok with me and Derek and some very chubby Laotian girls sitting on your lap? Hee.
That was probably the scariest moment of my life. It would take a bulldozer to push me into a Patpong Rd joint again.
İ'm just glad we got out of there with wallets and virtue relatively intact!
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