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Snoop, just re-ead Cock Wampire again for the second time. Thanks for putting together a thought provoking and emotion stirring retelling of milestones in the journey all of us go thru. I dont know when the bucket of white paint turned black for me....but black drops of LBs turned into pours and eventually, I found just like Rom I was not even bothering with hitting GGs in LOS trips anymore. I think my "turn" to Cock Wampire was one drunken night i went to Nana and got two foxy bikini clad LBs. I had hit LBs before but it was always very nervous short encounters where I felt shitty afterwards. This time the girls came back to Nana Hotel and put on a show in bikinis for me. They licked my body and ass and basically felt to me like two sleek tigers had been unleashed in my room. We went at it till dawn. I think after that experience, there was no going back.

I think they started running a boat again, that'd be worth looking into. It's roughly 2hrs to BKK and 3hrs from BKK to Hua Hin by road. You can do it by minibus for more or less 300 baht, for a taxi it'd probably be 3000+ baht. You'd probably want to stay near the Bintabaht area. I put together a map a few years ago, it may be a little out of date but more or less accurate. https://www.google.com/maps/d/edit?mid=1nSQ1KNGTb5xRFv9v4ib6-TSCpZE&usp=sharing It's also a good stop over if you want to go to Koh Samui, you can get a coach down to the Chumpon then the ferry across. Much less expensive than Bangkok Airways. That trip was a favourite of mine a few years ago but I think I'd be temped to to go to Koh Samet or Koh Chang (never been to the latter but they do have LB's there) if I wanted a short escape from Pattaya these days now I know a little more about Thailand.

bbg must be at #10 with Teya's "I love you like I love my grandfather"!

Hopefully this will liven up this enormously dead and boring time at this forum. Blade is a hero, not very PC. "Lets pretend to be midgets".

I thought I was the only one to start that, no wait a minute I fuck up about time machine

He has his own section here on LBR too: http://www.ladyboyreview.com/index.php?/forum/66-ernestos-adventures/

I had not thought of him. it's been almost a decade since I browsed TLB. never liked the interface of the cheap software they use. what's his name? is he a BM at PY? I will check him out for next year's Hall of Legends nominations... The guy I was talking about was the Captain Outrageous (BM Lord Snooty here at LBR) who casually revealed himself in the "Bad Students" thread forcing me to rush his Hall of Legends induction. Now I am getting ready for the members' choice induction. This is the last call for BMs votes. As it stands, it's a 2 horse race between stealth and duke (who declined to be nominated but is being acclaimed by several BMs) . So if you haven't voted, vote now. I will not be giving any more reminders. I will just come back with the winner announcement in a separate thread. The vote tally as of this posting is: Stealth - 5 ; duke007 - 4 ; thegame925 - 3 ; KendoUK - 1 ; KenW - 1 ; Ernesto - 1

Not sure if I am supposed to be posting this so forgive me if I am stepping on Dave's toes here but it just seemed like the best place for it as this is a very interesting vid about a very controversial topic these days, mods feel free to move to somewhere more appropriate if need be

The UK Government is mobilising Royal Navy Warships to deal with French fishing boats if there is no agreement about fishing access after Brexit. We don't have the military resources to go to war with Sweden too!

i dunno about the 'Blade' character Seven, no way do i look at vloggers, but as you know i am known in Pattaya as a bit of a fashion icon... so as far as i'm concerned any man who wears socks half way up his legs with shorts, should be put down. But, how can you say that the forum is boring at this time? we have covid, and... covid.... and covid.... and er... dodgy covid statistics... which reminds me... did Q-Guy ever manage to start a war between England and Sweden? anyway don't worry, i will have exciting news in the 7-11 thread tomorrow! maybe today if i can pluck up enough courage to try to take a photo. wait for it.......

It can lead to embarrassing moments. I had a massage from a cute lb in Soi 6 Jomtien and gave her a 100 baht note, instead of a 500 note. She was not impressed!

Yes, the US ones are weird!. It's almost like they want you to stuff up when paying someone.

How can anyone know if it is worth it if we don't know what you are looking to do there? Same with the hotel. Can't provide a recommendation unless we know some of your requirements such as price, amenities, location?

You need to be able to get into Pattaya first before thinking of escaping from it David, but good luck mate

Dont point her out for gods sake!!!'. Dont say its the one with the red bikini in the middle showing her bum.! And no, not the one in the red bikini in the right background.

With Compliments... It seems to me that many BM's simply don't know how to talk to women. I'm no silvertongue devil, and there's no secret I've learnt that will allow me to talk my way into to any girls panties, but I'm willing to give it a go. Sure women fantasize about a fella with movie-star looks, but in the West having some game just as sure a way to getting laid. Pattaya is like shooting fish in a barrel, however BM's like Rom, Kendo The Sith know that if you've got a bit of raport with the girls you'll both have a much more enjoyable time. We all notice how the girls swoon when some adonis walks into a bar, the old cynics declare in that their baht is just as good as anyone else's but there's more to it than that. Whether it be the most seasoned bar girl or the civvie who just claims to "freelance sometimes", they are not just coin-operated fantasies but real people who appreciate being treated as such. I truly despair of guys who complain about the time they've been in such-and-such bar and have been ignored, when with the slightest bit of effort you can be surrounded by honeyz. The thing I love about Thailand is that with a little bit of initiative you can pick up hotties from shopping malls or some small corner of deepest darkest Issan - more often than not all it takes is a smile to break the ice. I think that was what I liked about the Pinays so much, that I found so refreshing, the need to build a bit of rapport before bedding them. Granted so long as you're not a total douchebag they are pretty much a sure thing but there is an element of the unknown. And in that situation a bit of banter and some compliments that would seem disingenuous in the West are truly appreciated in the East. I recall one of the ladyboys I had arranged to meet in Manila complaining that her glasses make her look like a librarian, I countered with "a sexy librarian" and told her that "smart is sexy" (she was a university graduate). Anne, feeling insecure looking like (in her own words) a librarian. Conversely the Thai's seem to have an heirachy of compliments they give; everyone is aware of the (ironic) shouts of "hansum maaan!" as a potential victim walks down Soi 6 but in more tender/intimate moments Thai's will often pay their man a more honest compliment and I've noticed there is a distinct order: 1. If you're a young stud you may get: "You're handsome." 2. For those of us who are no-longer so young and were never what you'd call conventially handsome but keep in shape you may get: "You have nice body." 3. If you're neither handsome or fit but treat the girls nice you'll get: "You're jai dee " (literally good heart) 4. After this the girls are grasping at straws for a compliment, one I remember with a smile was one Steve (former owner of Stringfellows) recieved from Pancake when he was managing Dark Side Bar in BKK for a while was having to be quite the hard-ass with the lazy staff members: "You smell nice." i.e. You may not be handsome, or have a nice body and you're a bit of a grouch but at least you have good hygene. 5555 Kendo and the staff at Darkside December 2012

Heres Gary Lineker( who is such a nice guy) on Maradona:

3 months after Snoop concluded this autobiographical TR for the ages, it’s about time that I, as Romscars Club host and Snoop’s chosen TR interlocutor, post my closing expression of appreciation. My delay was due to complicated developments in my real world life since July (nothing to do with covid-19) that took me to hell and back. But here I am now with one of my amateurish cartoons to officially update Snoop’s portrait in the Romscars Hall of Fame in line with his editorial shift of posting unedited pictures of himself in this TR, as opposed to when he had posted the same pictures photoshoped with a Snoopy cartoon head over his own in the original TRs he made for that other ladyboy Board I refer to as Pyongyang. Big Big cheers Snoop. Let’s do this again in 10 years when you may no longer choose to cast yourself as an experience-junkie vampire but rather as the ‘good-heart’ ladyboy Zen master you already are but were too modest to affirm in this TR !

Thursday Night Having enjoyed a couple of fun evenings with J Bar (soi 7 Jomtien) playing a Pool match, it was decided it was time for a rematch. J Bar play in pool leagues, nevertheless on Home turf we secured a 7 - 6 victory Team Sweet hearts Games in progress A couple of End Shots i couldn't resist!

Called into Sweethearts to catch their online show live and in person. Premier talent and a fun show. Worth catching either live or online!

Friday Night: With the rains belting down all day, I was concerned I would be doing my compereing thing from home. However, they ceased at the right time and I was able to get to Soi Burkhao without any problem. Coming home was a different kettle of fish! The heavens opened as we closed up, and i got a proper drenching on the way back to Cell Block A Happily, we had a decent night, with a few guys dropping by, and barfines duly following. At the same time the online stream went very well, with plenty of chat while the high jinks went on in front of the camera: The Chatroom erupted when little Nuoy began to get a hard-on ! That was a hard act to follow, but the girls gave it their all, and thankfully, were well rewarded

Apologies for being M.I.A. for a while . Here are some pics from our Live Stream, which starts at 9 p.m. thai time on Weds, Fri, Sat & Sun

It was Maureen O' Sullivan - before my time. 5555

I'm happy she's still on board. Guess who?

...continued* It was for partly for that reason when I decided to go to Indonesia that I choose to take a ladyboy with me. Of course that's not the only reason - in fact I've had a pretty reasonable success of hooking up with ladyboys in different southeast Asian countries; but some destinations I think are well suited to being done alone - cities in particular. Whereas others like Krabi or Chiang Mai are better enjoyed as a couple. You may be as surprise as I was that I didn't have ladyboys jumping at the chance to go to Bali with me; my first three choices after some hesitation turned me down, so I started putting some feelers out with two or three more. Eventually I decided Candy would be a good choice of companion as she was no stranger to foreign travel even though I did not know her well, so after some gentle persuasion and reassurances she agreed to come with me. Ubud, Bali - April 2019 Tegenungan Waterfall (above) and Kecak Dance at Pura Dalem Taman Kaja (below) Tegallalang Rice Terrace (below) Pura Gunung Kawi temple (above & below) Mount Batur (below) - this involved a 2hr hike before dawn Gili Islands & Lombok - April 2019 Gili Exotic Villa, Gili T (above) and at the beach on Gili Meno (below) Swimming with Turtles off the Gili Islands (below) Bukit Malimbu /Malimbu Hill (above) and Senggigi Beach (below) - Lombok Pura Batu Bolong (below) Taman Narmada (Water park), Lombok - (above and below) Snoop Dawg zip-lining at Taman Narmada (below) Pura Meru, Lombok (below) Yogyakarta - April 2019 Kampung Wisata Taman Sari (above) Kraton - The Palace of Yogyakarta (above and below) Borobudur Temple (above and below) Prambanan Temple (below) We spent some time sightseeing around rice Fields, hiking up mountings, visiting historic temples but also time relaxing at beach. Having someone with me forced me to take things at a slower pace, and take time to enjoy the moment rather than rushing around. There was no difficulty entering the country and we received no negative attention. She proved to be a good companion, keen to go sightseeing even if it was only for the Insta-snaps – she even had a outfit planned in advance for each day based on my itinerary – and the passion dind't dwindle part in thanks to some advice I took from a fellow BM about bringing some lingerie for my girl, though many years living alone has left me ill-disposed to putting up with other people's foibles. *(I intended to just post a few of photo's from each destination but I've got thousands of photos so it became difficult to rationalise these)

At the outset of this TR, snoop and I coordinated that I would play the role of "the interviewer" as to generate a minimum of interaction in-between his posts. Accordingly, I've tried to come up with good follow-up questions, my own anecdotes, media, etc. But now I'm kinda stumped... Snoop's last post is a tough act to follow. Possibly the most meaningful post I ever read here or at PY. Because it captures that exact moment when we realize our experiences in Thailand have irreversibly changed us from what we expected ourselves to be. I confidently say "we" because I know all of you also experienced a reckoning like that, be it a sudden epiphany or drawn out rationalization over several trips. Snoop captured it masterfully in his last post right above when he marveled "how easy it was to get laid anywhere" while showing heartfelt empathy for the simple-folk lovers who made him "loose enthusiasm" for "human" relations as he had known them. From then on snoop, it's that lyric all over again: "You can check out, but you can never leave..." ... But we all know the price we pay for Thailand is HUGE even if we keep telling ourselves we come out ahead. The heart-wrenching price of walking out on our blood and loves. The absurd price of walking out on ourselves for the sake of our best selves. The inenarrable price of walking out on lives and loves that never were. Snoop you are a good man, in fact so good I think you became "the Cock-Wampyre" not for the sake of lustful pursuit, but because you don't want to break anyone's heart should you subsequently succumb to it... It's too late for most of us. We are old. But you are not snoop. You can still be all you can be. The heart-red Karmann Ghia snoop. It's no coincidence it's been shelved after you got back from Issaan. Thanks for the TR snoop. It's yours to close. I'm out. I owe you a cartoon still...

The Best Things In Life Are Free I'm sorry if I gave the impression that any of those encounters were free. It's not often freebie are offered but they are possible. I hooked up with Jonelle Brooks via Grindr in November 2018 and all that cost me was 300bt for the short-time room at Full Love Inn. It was the very definition of a quickie, 69'ing until she came then she was out of the door like a shot. Quite amusing really. It wasn't until I travelled to Phillipines for the first time that I really started to take benefit of freebies; many of the girls there are happy just to be taken out on a date and treated with respect - giving them bfe - and will readily put out if you're nice to them. And of course there are others that just want to get laid and if you pay for the taxi will happily come over. But that's another story. Ironically within days of getting back to Thailand from PI I was hit up on Planet Romeo for a booty call by Coco. Only cost to me was travel to her apartment that was out towards Jomtien. She'd obviously got a decent job (in marketing or something simliar) and her apartment was brand new (very nice). Slightly older LB (early 30s) she looked just as good as her photos though as I was her booty call the liaison was more on her terms - she was not looking to provide a service but get laid so it wasn't all about what I wanted, but what she wanted to - which was to be Top only.

Surprise Package ...continued: My intentions were that 5 days of ladyboys in Sodom-en-Sea would get this fetish out of my system before meeting up with my straight mates in Hua Hin, and from there we'd go to Samui and finally Phuket. However instead of slaking my thirst this had served only to wet my appetite, besides fate had other plans for me. My first night in Hua Hin one of my mates from back home and I were bar-hopping around Bintabaht until we finally hit upon Suki Bar. We were followed in by a couple of girls, I think my friend got lumbered with and older lady whilst this adorable little 18 year old was all over me. Pon was such a cutie, peppering me with those adorable little sniff kisses, and I wasted little time in bar-fining her. Back at my room I got a nice surprise when I found at this gg had a penis — I honestly didn’t realise she was a ladyboy at the time, and she didn’t think to mention this to me. She was also the first ladyboy to pop my cherry; she was keen to top and I found the juxtaposition very amusing, so I let her. Pon in December 2011 (at Suki Bar and sleeping off an hangover) Pon December 2012 at Suki Bar and recreating the Heidi Klum pose that was on so many T-shirts Pon May 2014 - Love Sea House (Hua Hin) Pon - May 2016 outside Yellow Bird disco (Udon Thani) Pon - April 2020 (facebook) I went back to Hua Hin a number of times after that and hooked up with Pon every time. Last time I saw her was in her home town of Udon Thani in 2016. Quite by chance and I bumped into her at Yellow Bird disco, a popular Thai place. Ironically this time what I didn't know until we go back to the room was that she’d had the chop and things quite literally where not the same. We're still friends on Facebook and from what I can gather she's quite popular amongst the South East Asians but I haven’t seen her in person since. To be continued...

Do You Remember The First Time? That first encounter is a blur and I can't even blame the passage of time for it was the same alcohol coursing through my veins (along with Viagra) that gave me the Dutch courage to make that leap. Truth be told I probably would not have recognised her the following day were I to see her again, and I can't be certain if I remember what happened or just remember my memoirs as it all has such a dreamlike quality. Memory is such and unreliable thing which is partly why I write my Trip Reports; it wasn't so long ago that a BM PM'ed me about a ladyboy asking for details and I replied that I'd never heard of her. He went on to point out that I'd written (and posted photos) of her in my latest TR but I'd got no recollection. From Bangla Road we walked back to my room beyond the top of Soi Sansabai — a windowless little room in a newly built hotel as my disposable income was much less back then and things were done on a budget. My heart was pounding with a heady mixture of nerves and excitement that's akin to a rollercoaster ride. We showered separately, I remember it was one of those ambiguous control valves which was not obvious which direction was hot and which cold. When she emerges from the shower she's wearing only her black lingerie. We sit on the end of the bed and make out. She starts stroking my member with her tiny hand, and I run my hands over her soft, smooth skin. I soon remove her bra to reveal a pair of small perfectly formed breasts — at the time assumed they were implants, but I was later to learn that by taking enough females hormones ladyboys can grow modest breasts and even produce milk. So at this stage I'm beginning to have some small doubts whether I'm with a ladyboy at all; her tits though small are very real, her voice is feminine and I cannot see how she could be hiding anything in those insubstantial little panties. Things are really starting to heat up by now, gone is any initial shyness she may have displayed, and she's getting very passionate. She climbs on top of me and starts rubbing her crotch against my erection, dry humping me and before long I'm feeling ready to explode and we've barely got past first base. I lift her off me — she's a light as a feather — and lay her down beside me. I can't wait any longer, I'm both stupidly horny and also a little curious... still kissing I run my hand down her body and remove her panties to reveal a tiny penis no bigger than my thumb and a tuft of pubic hair. We continue kissing whilst gently wanking one another, and soon Mae's sucking my penis and stoking her hand along its length. Before long I have to stop her, I'm reaching climax but I want to slow things down and prolong the ecstasy. We begin kissing again and her she tastes slightly salty from my pre-cum, I move down her body and start kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples, and the next thing I know we're in a 69... it's the first time I've touched a cock that isn't my own let alone sucked one. It's not long before she shoots a small load in my mouth that's surprisingly tasteless, she increases her pace down at the business end and it mere moments before I nearly drown the poor girl in a tidal wave of love juice. I leave the agreed amount under her purse whilst she dresses and she disappears back into the night and out of my life forever. Back then I didn't think to take photo's or exchange contact details so the only proof I have that she ever existed is the memory of a memory....

Monkey Magic It was Christmas of 2010 the year it happened, and I was now a man of 34 years, though considered by many in our erstwhile community a boy — a young gun. I wanted to lose my self between the thighs of a lady of easy virtue. I wandered through the closing bars of Soi Bangla looking for a victim. But Lady Luck didn't oblige. Most of all I longed for a reawakening. I know that now. I invited it, a release from the monotony of everyday life. My invitation was open to anyone. Bar girls, street-walkers, whores and hookers... But it was a lady boy that accepted. As a child I was obsessed with a tv show called Monkey also known as Monkey Magic; a Japanese television show with Chinese characters travelling across India. The boy monk Tripitaka was played by a beautiful woman and several of the female deities played by men; with all this gender bending a young boy was bound to grow up confused. But truth be told it wasn't till 1993/4 that I discovered transsexuals whilst watching a late night documentary called "Boys from Brazil". I distinctly remember drunkenly knocking one out to these "beautiful" transvestis; though with the raging hormones 17-year old it held little significance and I soon forgot about it. I mean back then I could get turned on in the middle of a maths lesson or waiting at a bus stop — if only I could have that kind of libido again. What did stay with me though was my interest in all things from Southeast Asia; from Hong Kong action flicks of Bruce Lee and John Woo, to the art house films like House of Flying Daggers and Takeshi Miike's jidaigeki films. So I guess it was hardly surprising that one of my first girlfriends was from Southeast Asia; I'm a bit ashamed to admit I can't remember where she was from exactly, she moved to our small mining town in South Yorkshire during sixth form (year 12) as her dad had become the coach for a British table tennis team. Lucy Lui was her name and I still fondly remember her American accent, the feel of her slim body pressed against mine, the way her kisses tasted faintly of garlic, and the way her bullet nipples would harden at my touch. The relationship didn't last long though; after watching Oliver Stone's film The Doors Jim Morrison had become a bit of a role model for me, and I was intent on living a rock and roll lifestyle but without any of the talent. I'd got 3 girlfriends on the go at that time was drinking far too much, and taking their affections for granted. I’m still a fan of The Doors and after stumbling across a playlist on Air Emirates flights to BKK it has become a bit of a ritual of mine to listen to them to put me in the mood for my arrival in Sin City.