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Never a dilemma. For me it took some time, but when I went for it, it was the forbidden fruit dimension that attracted me magnetically. I had a stream of flings, relationships, and even marriage. Didn't lack for GG stuff at that early stage. But roots were to become just roots after an excited start. Paying for it suddenly brought an edge, a frisson I had never before experienced. It is something that has not left me to this day. I would rather pay for it than not.

Happy St Pat's Day to all our Paddy BMs. Slainte!

I agree with Archie that the ACARS being turned off 14 minutes before the transponder is fishy & deliberate (probably). As were the several course changes including flying from one known pilot point of navigation to the next across Straits and into Indian Ocean. So someone on the flight deck was conscious & in control. But I also agree with pacman that in the end, it looks like no one was flying the thing as it appears to have merely gone nowhere (in terms of a destination), run out of fuel and crashed. I think the political protest thing can be dismissed, as protestors almost always make their protests known. They don't just spit dummies and go off to suicide mass murder without comment or justification. One thing that has bothered me since day 1 is the passenger & crew silence. Do you recall the mobile phone traffic from the 9/11 hijacks? The phones were ringing hot. I cannot get over the total phone silence during early part of troubles at least: the altitude change, the transponder off cutting off the flight path track on passengers' monitors, the change in direction 90 degrees from destination direction. Did no-one on the aircraft ask what's wrong? Where are we going? What's happening? Out of those 200+ folks, with cause for alarm, how come none of them had their phones going? Maybe they were all unconscious. Looks like it's going to be a long wait to find anything definite.

Something's not right, alright. Both VN & China expressing anger today at Malaysia's handling of the whole affair. The Malaysians seem to make a statement every day, then the next day or one after, directly contradict or even deny they made it. Very odd. Sorry to bang on about it every day, but like a good thriller, the damn thing's got me hooked now. I want it solved. I want to know the answer. Some American weighed in today with this: well, it had only used about 1/4 or 1/5 of the fuel required to get to Beijing, so that means it could have flown for another 2,000 + km, putting it in Pakistan or the Persian Gulf. Hooooweee. What the hell is going to be that answer? [One thing I know for sure: I wouldn't like to fly a 200+tonne machine 2000+ km at 800+km/hr without instruments of the kind that were switched off.]

Jim mentions Philippines, I'll say same for VN: folks are reared if lucky with hole-in-floor toilets. Often it is piss & shit over paddy field from a ladder entered wooden frame perched above fields. You squat over holes-in-floor. I have done it for many a time, and no longer find it a hassle, provided there is some way of cleaning yourself after (ie a hose, which is much more civilised than Western toilet paper with which we smear shit all over our arses). I have known them here, unused to thrones, as others mention, to sit on the edges of the throne, each foot astride an edge, squatting, and shit or piss as they would in a hole-in-floor. I now don't even notice, as it's so common. And yes, great for perving. I am such a deviant I like to watch the burger patties emerging and plop plopping into the water. Turns me on. I once requested a LB in Pattaya soi 6 (forget which bar's ST room) to piss on me. Horrified! Refused. But then I found Sandy in that hole in the wall bar in soi 6/1 near Beach Road, who agreed to do it, while telling me no customer had ever requested that of her before. She was intrigued. I demanded a pre-wash post-piss cock suck, to which, of course, she also acquiesced. Then we showered together. Wonderful evenings with her (yes I went back several times).

I lerrrrrrrrrrvvv a 5 o'clock shadow that grates like sandpaper against my tongue and cheek. Immediately erect. It says one crucial thing: BOY!!!

Soi Buakhao gets my vote as LB capital of the world. Lacks the glitz of say, soi 6, but hey, my quiet kind of place.

Well yes bb, my friend, well I remember your notorious "strolls." I seem to vaguely recall in some thread or other referring to them as bb's boot camp forced marches. Ha! Never mind Mate, they were good days. Always seemed to end up at happy hour on the quay and the fabulous Italian place whose name now I forget. (Best Italian in SEAsia in my opinion, but that's by the by.) Like so many others have intimated I too drew the short straw in DNA when it came to skin (and other features), 4 cancers removed thus far, always out these days in long sleeves, long duds, hat, shades, sun cream. All up I'd much rather be inside eating & drinking. And of course oompitty oom to ooom um.

So, back to square 1: what the hell happened at cruise altitude to MH370? I wrote that yesterday, given what seemed clear at the time. Now it all seems to have been turned on its head. Reports in Crikey from their aviation writer Ben Sandilands suggest there has been a coverup and misrepresentation in much of what was known up until yesterday. He also suggests the Malaysians have a crash site located, but aren't telling anyone. Now it seems the Malaysians have had much more knowledge of this whole thing than they have let on. Yes, it appears MH370 disappeared from civil radar where they say it did, when they say it did, and at cruise altitude as they said. Its transponder (sends out signal by which ground tracks the aircraft) had been put out of action, as had all radio signals devices (apparently known as ACARS). But today Sandilands reveals their military radar continued to track the aircraft as it turned west, back over peninsula Malaysia, and dropped in altitude from cruise (approx. 10km) to 1000 m. Then as it passes over peninsula Malaysia to the seas of the Straits of Malacca, it disappears from the military radar. There are supposed reports of villagers under the flight path hearing a large jet aircraft at very low altitude (1000m) at about the time it would have been crossing the coast. Shit, what is all this about? Something odd happened at cruise altitude that brought all this on. Onboard terrorism can't be ruled out but seems the least likely option. Mental health of crew & passengers is being checked, but if all this was forced why not just ditch immediately, rather than go on for another 200+km? Major airframe dysfunction is another possibility, but again why fly with it for 200+ km with radios & transponder turned off? Maydays should have been flying thick & fast. One suggestion in comments to Sandilands' article is that Malaysian military shot it down as it crossed coast, not being able to detect any signal from it. But still doesn't explain why those instruments were not functioning. Original question holds: what the hell happened aboard MH370 at cruise altitude?

Now today there are reports that the 2 guys with stolen passports were Iranian, and refugees, having flown from Tehran to KL, where they bought their tickets. That report is either totally wrong, or all yesterday's detailed report about Pattaya & middleman purchasing, etc., is incorrect. How can media get things so wrong? Do they just make it up as they go along? Changing stories at whim. Today's piece also says one of the Iranian men was going to Frankfurt to live with his mother. Kind of rules terrorism from these 2 right out, one would think. So, back to square 1: what the hell happened at cruise altitude to MH370?

So many travellers holding stolen passports. One report I saw today said a guy in Thailand busted with 5000 stolen passports. (Didn't say what was going to happen to him or them.) A huge industry in your LoS. Interpol has large database, but up to individual countries/authorities to access this. But even if Malaysia had noted, perhaps those 2 no more than drug mules, diamond smugglers, hit men, Euro crooks on hols in Pattaya, whatever. Nothing in situation as yet links stolen passports to MH370 tragedy.

She's nice looking. Thanks turtleduck.

Welcome turtleduck, glad you're enjoying. I have no idea about facebook linking. You'd better ask one of the moderators. Maybe ask in the Navigating around the site thread, which you can get to from the front page of LBR.

Or is that BALLS plural foggy?

In 1994, Ken's first adventure with Asian LBs in Asia (Vietnam), how many LBs did he go with?

5.

OK with me cobber. Cheers.

Yes. Uc dai loi = Australian. Cheap Charlie. He want one for free. Go back across the sea. Leave baby son with me. Wonderful... Hilarious. Filmed in a sprts bar in VUn O fuck this. Third time I've tried to post, glitches & chew is all I get.

I follow her on twitter. She is indeed an interesting woman of beauty & ideas.

Thanks to good detective work by strocube I am exposed, so may as well add some more here. First, thanks to Sam for the thread. Modestly appreciated. The work Sam mentions Hanh Dien is a short novel set in VN at the turn of the millennium (published by Outskirts Press). The link is a paragraph long, so I won't copy it here. Just go to amazon books and type the title, you'll get there. The eponymous protagonist is a whore, but there is no LB stuff in the work. Another novel called The Theory of Relativity is also for sale on amazon at amazon.com/dp/B008324A3A. It has quite a bit of LB material in it, centred around a character named TiNa who is a fairly straightforward take on my VN LB Bee who I've written about in the VN thread here on LBR. Some of what was said about her in the thread is taken from the novel. As an aside, today is coincidentally Bee's birthday. She was always going on to me about the beautiful set of numbers that make up her birthdate (22-02-1992). Today adds to that lovely symmetry of 2s & 22s: 22 on 22-02, 22 on from 92. Happy Birthday babykins where ever you are.

Churin = Chuling? I think a likely borrowing. If you look at the first couple of pics and see the bracelet she wears on left wrist with the orange glass baubles. Same bracelet she wears throughout the pics in the other Japan thread. Chuling alright. I would love to get hold of that DVD Tomcat. Any advice? EDIT: I just tried the link & it works fine for me. Thanks for the link TC. It is certainly Chuling. That tiny perfect set of chestlets.

The return of Ms Mee. Ms Mee is a local VNese LB who worked at a shellfish eatery just around the corner from where I live in Saigon's southern suburbs. She took off 6 months or so ago, heading back to the countryside with family. Two evenings ago out of the blue Ms Mee called me to let me know she has returned to employment at the shellfish eatery. Last evening she called again, twice, urging me to come eat, and second time asking could she sleep with me. I growled grumpily down the phone (it was 4 a.m. and I'm an old fart). But I better go check her out soon, hadn't I. Pic of Ms Mee dancing on the bed in my spare room a couple of years ago.

I have spent most of my adult decades thinking through my dick. This has brought me untold pleasure, but also, as the VN LBs thread attests, also much regret and sorrow. But I cannot stop it, no matter how I try. I have never been interested in sheer beauty, with one standout exception, my beloved LB I wrote about in that thread I mention. The plain ones almost always do it for me, especially if they fuck like they need it given their ordinariness. They'll do me every time. I'm ordinary to ugly too, so I get where they're coming from.

Vietnam and I go back a long way. The war, the culture, the history; hence my decision to move here to live 10 years ago. It is still my favourite Asian country, by the length of the straight. A long way back in second would be Cambodia, though I have been to Indonesia a lot and like it too. Singapore's right up there as well. (I don't need to purposely exclude Thailand; for unlike most of you, it doesn't rate that highly with me.) At risk Jim, of also sounding corny, I think living in Australia is pretty good. Sydney is the most exciting and multiplex place I think I have ever lived; reminding me of New York City in so many ways. Or, to be more historically accurate, NYC reminded me of a bolder brassier version of Sydney. NYC is a place I would like to spend more time in, as I only ever went there very briefly (and for a bloody job interview what's more).

Cock, cock & more cock. But of course throw in things like tiny titlets, brown skin, nice personality,... I don't seem good at relationships, with evidence suggesting maximum of about 5 years. Not searching for relationship now, just excellent exquisite delicious cock with a nice person attached to it.