I began to write the story of my first night in Bangkok a few years ago when I began the blog site, and recently understood I never ended up or published it.
And you could ask, is it because I’m embarrassed of it?
No. It’s actually quite a funny one.
So why the hell did I never finished writing this post?
Probably since I got sidetracked once again, or puzzled, like I was that night.
So let me tell you what happened my opening night ever in Bangkok, and Thailand.
A little bit of context
What was I doing in Bangkok?
Did I came for the hot ladies, parties, smoking weed on the island …
In fact, not. It was quite the opposite.
I initially came to Thailand in November 2011, right after my first year as a bartender.
I was only 21 but already burnout since I worked excessive, drunk method excessive, and since the woman I was totally in love with broke my heart again …
So I required to break the circle and to take a while to concentrate on myself, far from all sorts of drinking and night life.
Here I was, on an aircraft going to Thailand, on my way to take some rest, think of my life, learn Muay Thai, and chill on the beach.
At least that was the plan.
Landing in Bangkok
On the aircraft, I satisfied some people that were remaining at Khaosan Roadway, one of the most famous streets worldwide for travelers and backpackers.
An insane location with lots of bars, clubs, loud music, drunk backpackers, chuckling ballons, and ideally … these guys.
We’re in 2012, including them as good friends on Facebook didn’t concern my mind and I didn’t even use Whatsapp.
So we simply plan to fulfill at Khaosan around 9 pm.
Among my friends has an apartment in Bangkok, in Silom, so I’m saying farewell to the people at the airport and get on my way to the apartment or condo to drop my bag before I join them in Khaosan.
If you haven’t been to Thailand or Bangkok prior to, the very first time you get here is quite an experience. Specifically if you’re traveling solo.
Going through the long queue at the immigration, seeing indications all over written with weird vermicelli, people speaking a language you can’t even remotely comprehend … it’s rather extreme, specifically after a long flight.
Then you leave the airport, finally. And the weight of the heat drops on you.
Hot, exhausted, confused, I grab a taxi to go to Silom at my good friend’s apartment and get scammed by the taxi.
So far, it’s the normal first hour in Bangkok for anybody who’s going there for the very first time.
I come to the home, drop my bag, and go straight to take a shower.
I can feel I’m tired however the adrenaline of being in a brand-new location gets the best of me.
I get and change on my way to Khaosan.
First Time in Khaosan
As quickly as I get down the condominium I leap in a Tuk Tuk, because that’s probably the way residents get around, and I’m heading to Khaosan.
I can’t keep in mind how much I spent for the trip, most likely way excessive, however I’ve made it to Khaosan, 1 hour late.
For anybody who never ever been to Khaosan Roadway in the past, how to explain it?
It’s actually loud, packed, there’s all sort of smells and odd things going on … it isn’t like anything you’ve seen prior to.
Fried scorpions and spiders on sticks, flames originating from street food stalls, people getting massages in the street next to a live band and drunk backpackers consuming in buckets … whatever cliché you get about Thailand is there.
I go up and down the street about 10 times trying to find the people I satisfied on the airplane but I can’t find them, and honestly, I can’t actually remember their look like.
There are just too numerous individuals, and I’m too thirsty.
After about 1 hour, I quit. I go to among the most significant bars in Khaosan roadway, order a beer, and look at individuals going insane in the street.
When things get weird
Time’s death, I’ve intoxicated about 3 huge Leo (the most popular Thai beer) and I choose to play pool. I play 2 games with various people and go back to my table.
That’s when a Thai girl approaches me and asks me if I desire to have fun with her.
I are reluctant, tell her I do not have any money, but she firmly insists and pays for the pool, and for my beer.
I do not know how numerous video games or beers followed however I know that by the time the bar will close I’ve lost many of the video games and I’m pretty drunk.
At this moment, I’m not even sure what I’m doing here. I simply keep drinking and playing pool.
I can feel the Thai girl is getting more detailed and more detailed to me, making fun of everything I’m stating and she’s intoxicated too.
She’s a bit chubby, quite little, not truly my type, but at this moment of the night (and in my life) I do not truly have a type any longer.
We kiss. And kiss again. And when the bar close she asks me if we can go to my hotel.
I tell her I live far away and Lampang Dating there’s no other way I’m bringing her to my room.
She asks me if I desire to take a space in Khaosan so we can make love.
At this moment, I end up being suspicious, so I tell her I do not have any money.
She uses to pay for the space. My dick agrees. And we walk around searching for a brief time space.
But every hotel we go to state no.
They’re either totally booked or I don’t understand what they’re saying.
Then she’s like “I understand a hotel but it’s a bit far”. I resemble “I do not mind, however I don’t have any cash”.
She states “It’s fine, I’ll pay for it”.
So she stops a taxi, we get in, and I got no concept where we’re going.
I don’t understand for how long we remained in the taxi, however I think we spent at least thirty minutes in there.
At this moment, I got no idea where I am in Bangkok or what I’m doing there.
She stops for a minute to withdraw some money and returned with a handful of thousand baht notes, so obviously there’s enough money to pay for the taxi, and the hotel.
Cool.
What is That Place?
The taxi lastly takes a last turn and get in a parking, where somebody closes a curtain behind the taxi.
I got no concept where we are or what is that place.
That’s when I begin to feel a bit distressed.
Are men gon na originate from behind the curtain and beat me as much as steal my cash and my phone? Is this the way individuals get their kidneys stolen?
She spends for the ride, we get out of the taxi and we stroll into a space where there are a bed, a strange chair, and a restroom.
That’s the real photo of the space
Now I think I comprehend where we are.
I know it’s some sort of love hotel, however again, who the hell is she?
Why did she accept to pay for whatever? What’s the catch here?
She goes into the restroom to “prepare yourself”.
I take a look around and I begin to flip out. I know I require to get out of there.
I knock on the door of the bathroom and ask “Do you have any condoms?”. She states “Yes, one in my bag”. So I tell her “Ok, I’m gon na go purchase more at 7 Eleven”.
Prior to she got the time to respond to or get out of the bathroom, I leave the space.
As I’m getting the eff out of there, press the curtain and walk quickly to the main street nearby, one guard who works there begins to yell at me.
Is he asking if I require anything? Is he pissed because he thinks I’m leaving without paying (which I completely am)? No concept. I’m not stopping.
I wave my hand in the air to say: “I’ll be back quickly” and keep walking really quick to the street.
Then as quickly as I get here in the street and I get out of his sight, I begin to run!
I probably ran non stop for at least 15 minutes, always recalling to see if nobody was following me.
And nobody was. Other than for some street canines.
The Walk of Embarassment
“The Walk of Shame” There’s no much better expression to describe that moment.
It’s about 5 am now, the sun is about to increase, I’ve got no idea where I am, however I understand I’m far from home.
With the assistance of the GPS on my phone that is working despite the fact that I don’t have a SIM Card, I handle to find my way back house.
I walked to return there. And it took me about 2 hours.
I still remember to nowadays, that’s approximately what the walk I did I was:
A minimum of that was a great way to discover some parts of the city I would have most likely never ever seen by myself.
And then I finally made it “back home”.
There you have it.
That’s what happened for my opening night ever in Bangkok and Thailand.
Quite a story.
However absolutely nothing compared to other nights I have actually had after that.
I think anybody who resided in Bangkok for Lampang Dating a couple of years could write a book loaded with stories you wouldn’t believe.
Anyhow. If you would like to know more about Bangkok, read my other posts.
And if you’re interested to understand how’s life for expats in the city of angels, read my other posts too.
Now it’s your turn. Tell me.
How was your opening night in Bangkok?