Basing ones entire holiday around sitting at a beer bar being called affectionate names by a bunch of mercenary whores who all look alike, who's bodies are almost identical, drinking beer after beer, the more that is drank, the more lady drinks are bought, for all her friends as well obviously, the more shit is spoken between these farangs all sitting on barstools wearing the same clothes (almost). Usually it turns out that these men were all military colleagues after all, but just didn't realise it until beer number 10.
Do you think bargirls have their own net forums all about what fat farang alcoholics will grace their bar next? (ie. Poll:How many falang you have come from army)
Then there's the dating scene these men engage in. ''Dating'' I hear you say....maybe the girls will be better that they go on dates with....Oh hang on it's the same whore girls, being removed from the bar for an inflated fee and treated like they would if they lived a normal life. Going to movies, eating out, taken to expensive bars, you would never believe that these men are from the so-called civilised western world?
Then there's the wanting to have the one whore all to oneself, which involves a hefty 'dowry' type payment to the bar involved (if you can find your way back to that same bar, they all look alike as do the girls) and then making sure that they stick with them like super glue, as any minute away from their side could be an oppourtunity to have a quick 'short time' on the side. That man is going to have to put that whore on wages for the rest of her life, and a good living it seems to be too.
Then there's the want of marriage to these whores...as if they can't get enough of them. Marriage? You mad? Well, thinking it'll stop their teerak from straying like she did yesterday when you waited for her outside a shopping mall toilet.
No wonder Thais think farangs are 'ding dong'