Bangkok Beauty

All the clichés of Bangkok ring true.  “Dude looks like a lady” is jamming in the chic hotel lobby as a couple of white boys looking for a good time get on the elevator with a 6’2” D-cup Bangkok Beauty.  He’s a perfect she.  The curves, the smile, the cheek bones, all perfect.  After walking the streets to the incessant calling of “Where you go?”, “Tuk-tuk ride”, “sex show”, “looking for a good time?”, these guys had decided to willfully suspend their disbelief for at least the evening, or maybe a couple of hours.

But there is certainly two sides to the Bangkok Story.  A delicious $US15 dinner for two with perfectly balanced sweet, salt, fish, bitter and chili spice. Temples and four-story teak-houses without a single nail used to build them.  Every shop filled with more shit than the last.  Some of it is the most amazing shit you’ve ever seen.  Whether its gemstones, woodworking, Buddha relics, ceramics, embrodidery, leather or art, the Thai people will have the best variety and quality (and of course a big smile on their face).

Endless night markets, food markets, malls.  Prostitutes lined up next to T-shirt vendors.  Fake Viagra right next to the banana pancake stand.  Sex toys next to knives.  One after another for miles.  Well, you get the picture.  No questions asked.  It makes Vegas look like grade school in the suburbs.  Bangkok Beauty!