Thread: My Story

I started hanging around with the dealers. I would spend my days chilling at the bar & at night we would all go to someone's room & get high. We could spend days on end without sleeping & if we weren't at the bar we were in Soi VC or Soi Korpai, chilling with the kind of people your average farang would never want to meet.

I seemed to be accepted by the group as a whole, as they could see I had no fear of anything & was probably a source of some amusement - not to mention I was always good for a round of beers. It got to the stage where I could call at one of their rooms & if they weren't in, their girlfriends would let me in to wait for them & everyone soon knew me by name. I felt like one of the crew.

I was content, but unaware of the damage I was doing to myself, smoking all that shit. My brain was fried & I had lost some weight but I had no idea at the time how bad I was getting. Yupin used to give me an earbashing whenever I saw her, but I think she knew I would have to make my own mistakes & left me to carry on.

This went on for a couple of months & it wasn't long before I was due to fly home again. I said goodbye to my dodgy mates & set off in plenty of time, making sure I had the departure tax on me this time.

To cut a long story short - I missed the plane. I spent too long in the bar just outside the check-in area & when I went to check in the desk was closed. I ran around for a while trying to find somebody to help, but as the time for departure passed I resigned myself to another stay in Thailand.

I decided to get well & truly pissed so went back to the bar & drank myself stupid.

I woke up in a small room at the airport, which looked like something the police would use. There was a kind of shrine & a picture of you-know-who on the wall & it took me a minute to get my bearings. When I did I saw a sign which said 'customs' or something on the door. I was lay on a kind of sofa at this point with my shoes on the floor. I figured I had wandered in here drunk the night before & fell asleep.

I decided to get out of there, sharpish, before somebody came along & as I peered around the door it seemed the coast was clear so I made my way out of the airport.

I'd had my fill of Pattaya but as it was all I really knew I got in a taxi & went back.

I decided to stay away from my dodgy mates for a while, as all the drugs were getting on top of me & I spent my time feeding all the stray animals I found - they are much better company than your average farang - & keeping myself to myself.

Two days before I was due to fly out (again) I stopped at the beer bar complex at the top of Soi 8 & 9. A lovely girl had caught my eye as I was passing & I was going to have myself a portion as a treat. As I parked the motorbike I decided to go for a piss before approaching her. As I walked, a sweet voice said "Hello, where you go?"

I looked around & she was lovely. I smiled back. She wasn't the prettiest girl I've ever seen but she was good enough for me. I decided I would forget the other girl & sit with her after I got back from the toilet. As I came out she was sat at the bar with some farang, who had obviously just bought her a drink. I ordered a beer & waited for him to leave.

All the while this girl was looking at me & appeared bored to death by the guy she was sitting with. I ordered more beer & continued to wait. After about an hour I was getting fed up & asked for the the check-bin.

There were some words exchanged between the girls & on the tray with my change was a phone number. The girl who gave it to me indicated with a nod that it belonged to the girl still sat with the farang. I was pleased. I picked it up, went back to the hotel & forgot all about her for the rest of the night.

The next night - I was due to fly the day after - I went back to the bar & she was alone this time.

Originally Posted by chinthee

^ Spoonmonger! Tell us more juicy stuff. But, I don't believe your bit about going to the airport and missing the flight and fallling asleep in some weird customs room. I'd clean that bit up.

What's not to believe? I don't remember how I got in there so trying to clean it up, as you put it, would be difficult. For all I know a kindly policeman may have seen me out of it on the floor of the airport & placed me in there, nicely removing my shoes so I wouldn't be uncomfortable. I just don't think that's how it went down though, so I'll stick to what I know happened.