Here is the city of Pattaya, a small strip of sand and two thousand open air bars devoted to a single purpose: allowing morbidly obese American businessmen with comb-overs to penetrate the 12 year old of their choosing; Presumably having her refrain from laughter during the act is an additional fee. Amg and I are here for the Infamous drag shows, the kind of spectacle that reminds you that it takes a real man to be the perfect woman. But first…
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23May
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a. Pattaya is without a doubt the place that makes me most embarassed to be american, or the west in general, for that matter.
b. If you get a chance, cab it out to the Royal Cliff Grand Hotel (ten or so minutes out of the city center) for breakfast or dinner. Breakfast is resplendent with ample fruit and cusines from the world over, not to mention an omelet station. You can take it sitting on a huge balcony overlooking the sea. The restaurant inside (Benjarong might be the name) served me the best crispy tofu in deep red curry that I have ever had. Seriously, I have been trying to find its stateside equivalent for a few years now. Then go upstairs to the spa, soak in an open-air tub filled with flowers and get yourself another Thai massage to top it all off. So. Awesome.
I think ZAF is mistaken in her view that most of the fat men picking up young girls in Pattaya are American. Most American fat men travel to a much more convenient Costa Rica to satisfy their primal urges. I suspect that most of the fat men ZAF sees in Pattaya are European, and they speak English because English is the lingua franca of Asia.
While you have a point on theoretical grounds, pkg, I can pick up a midwestern accent at 20 meters. Even though most of them were speaking english It’s unlikely that they were all just Italiens who had gotten thier schooling in Indiana. Maybe there was a tour in town or something.