This ought to be the real name for Bangkok (BKK).
The city simply oozes sex. Everything revolves around the sex industry. It seeps into every brick and bone of the city and materializes like sweet on your forehand on a warm humid day. The city is not as such decadent though as this industry is firmly aimed at the tourists. And unfortunately it is more than a little complicated to not look like one sporting pale skin and blue eyes.
You can't take a cab without getting strip-joint brochures thrown in the face. You can't take a tuktuk without a lengthy argument about whether or not they will take you to the nearest brothel. You can't walk the malls without strangers approaching you with offers on sex-toys. You can't even have a chat with your associate professor about Thai-boxing without him sneaking in a reply about where he knows a certain lady that entertains him now and then and who happens to also have a 'daughter' if we would be interested. YES - our professor! Rather hard to keep focus at his lecture on wastewater treatment 5 minutes later when all that echoes through your mind is his thinly veiled proposal...
Yet he managed to step it up one notch. The course was concluded with a magnificent riverboat dinner. When we disembarked he asked us where we were going now that the course was finished knowing we had another week before leaving for Malaysia. The conversation went something like this.
Professor: "Hi boys. Good food, yes?
Me: "Yeah, that was nice. Cool trip. Cool to see the city from the river at dark".
P: "So where you go now? For holiday?"
M: "No, we probably just stay here in Bangkok. We haven't had the chance to see very much of the city during the course"
P: "Going to Pattaya. Yeees! Good place. Lots of girls. Beautyful girls.Yes." (Pattaya is a beach close to BKK even more soaked in the sex industry - where BKK at least pretends to uphold a façade, Pattaya has totally given in).
M: "No - not Pattaya. We stay here in Bangkok to see some more of the city. Can you rec... [P interrupts - obviously taken in with his prime suggestion]
P: "Pattaya good. Cheap girls [wink and BIG smile]"
M: "Eeerm. Ok. But we stay in Bangkok. We don't want to travel that much for just a week."
P: "Oohhh - you don't like girls? Also very many boygirls! Nice boygirls."
At this point I gave up on politeness, turned my back to him and went partying with the local students at some almost tourist free discotheque street intended for rich Thai's.
I can easily recommend that! The service was legendary I tell you. Each table had a personal waiter eagerly filling your table with all sorts of booze without you even asking. No flapping your hands or hanging over the bar desk waiving a dead moose or whatever you normally have to do to get the attention of a bartender. Just a plentiful stream of more than fairly priced alcohol constantly flowing in your direction... SWEET
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