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The Three Musketeers and a Few More! (Continued)

Day 18 (The road trip continued)

Finally we reached the hotel where we had to stay for the night, and our barges parked in between around 15 other barges with the same set-up, full of Thai’s already partying hard. I sat there laughing my head off, when no sooner our barges parked, all them white boys (except Karl, Big REV, and I, as we knew better), and a few LB’s jumped in the river for a swim, from the side of the barge, as there was a gap there for a barge that didn’t arrive yet.

Not two meters away to where they were jumping in, was the toilet with most of the passengers were still using, which was a toilet bowl placed over a hole, and basically all the sewage was going straight into the river, directly above where some of them were swimming. But then you had to multiply that by 15, as the other barges were doing exactly the same, but the Thai’s on the other boats had the good sense not to go in. Then I saw the sewage pipes from the hotel, which was above the barges on a steep river bank, which the pipes ran down the river bank and stopped right under our barges. It was one big toilet in that part of the river. ‘Fie Dollah’ comes out dripping with sewer water, “Are you not taking a dip?” “Fuck nooo!” Then I told him what I observed, and he nearly threw his guts up.

The hotel was a very basic bungalow type (AC rooms), set in the jungle, and the electric was powered by a diesel generator, which they switched off from time to time, I guess to save fuel, but this was in the wee hours while sleeping. As 'Fie Dollah' and I brought our own girls, and were not EZY staff, Lita pulled Dear & Tar to one side, gave them a key each, and took them off to show them where the rooms were, trying to poach them for her new bar, which was the first time we heard about the up-coming new ‘Famous Bar’. We were separated from the rest of them, and stayed in another block, so we didn’t get disturbed by the EZY girls rapping on our doors in the middle of the night. (What a shame), as the set-up was that there were only a few rooms booked for the BM’s, and if the girls didn’t want to sleep on the barge, they would get themselves in with one of the BM’s, usually 3-4 LB’s to one BM in his room. And wouldn’t cost the BM any more than 500 baht per LB for the whole night.

[DownLoLarry]

Outstanding prose, photos and videos!

You even get to see a topless Pookie soon after she got her new rack! :D

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Outstanding prose, photos and videos!

You even get to see a topless Pookie soon after she got her new rack! :D

Cheers Larry, now on we go!

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The Three Musketeers and a Few More! (Continued)

Day 18 (The road trip continued)

So it was time for the four of us to take a grateful shower, and Fie Dollah, Tar, Dear, and I headed to our rooms in the so-called married quarters, where we would not be disturbed from the rest of the EZY crew. This is because Tar & Dear were from Pooks bar, and outsiders, but if we were with one of the EZY crew, it would have been a different story all together, as we would have to take another 2 LB’s into the room for the night.

A good well deserved shower, and shag, before trying to get an hour sleep in before dinner. Then hunger, and the sound of the 15 barges, with each of them having their discos blasting away, woke us up, so we showered and dressed for dinner, just before the sun went down. I never saw the reception of the hotel, and fuck knows if they had one, but they didn’t have a shop of any description. I was running out of cigarettes and had to wave down one of them little shop boats passing, as soon as I got back on the barge.

I saw two old ladies pulled up in a little boat at the back of the barge, and started to unpack everything onto a little kitchen that was already there on the barge, and started to cook dinner for that evening. Then that late barge came along side us, and parked in the empty space, and it was full of Thai Army guys, but it was the gay battalion, every one of them was as bent as a nine bob note. Well the EZY girls went nuts, and started prick teasing them. The barge on the other side of us had a little Alcazar type cabaret show, as they were in full costume, and of course there were some if not all of the show were LB’s, so we had Alcazar on one side, the gay battalion on the other side, and the EZY crew stuck in the middle.

Now we are all gathered for dinner, when the two old ladies searved several dishes to each table, and I have to say it was one of the best meals I have had in Thailand, as I know my Thai food, and cook it myself, some of my favorite dishes there was the best I have ever tasted. Even the rest of the lads, which are not really into Thai food, made favorable remarks, and scoffed down the lot.

Dinner is in full swing now, the barge to the right of us was the gay battalion, all shirtless and dancing with each other, and the barge to the left had a full costume cabaret dinner, and fuck knows what was going on in the rest of the barges on that river bank, but every body seemed to be having a ball. After dinner our DJ started up again, and the girls couldn’t wait to get back into the bikini’s to (as we thought) prick-tease the gay guys on the next barge, wile we sat and enjoyed a few after dinner drinks.

Now we come to my third and final point of the myth “I don’t like Thai man”;

(Remember my first point when ‘Miss Buffalo Cock’, wanted to go to the gay ago-go bars in ‘Boys Town’, because her mates (LB/GG) all told her they go when they have the time and money. And my second point were all the LB’s of Soi 6 go in that little hideaway Soi next to it, with the gay clubs, when the Soi 6 closes for the night, and if they have the money, to spend on the Thai boys.)

After dinner, the myth, “I don’t like Thai men” soon disappeared, we all made a remark about that at the time, when the LB’s got their sexiest kit on and stood on the rails and continued to prick tease the gay boys. They just couldn’t wait to get some Thai cock down their throats, and the gay boys were swimming over to our barge, for a bit of a dance, wile the LB’s were getting a quick feel of them, and it came to a point, when the girls were down on their knees trying to get the boys cocks out for a blow, but the lads were a bit shy. Later some of the girls were jumping ship, and ended up topless, dancing in the middle of the gay barge, including FatboyUK’s piece of ass, where ‘Fie Dollah’ had to have a strong word with her, and got her ass back on our barge.

And during this time wile having a drink, I noticed Balloon passing me, giving a room key back to Lita, then going over to the sink which was outside the toilet, and rinsed her mouth out. She did this several times, so when the opportunity arose, I pulled her when she was passing, “Have you been giving BJ’s to the Thai’s next door?” “Yes!” “How many so far?” “six!” “How much for a BJ?” “30 baht!” Fie Dollah and I, looked at each other, “Fuck me! She’s charging 30 baht for a BJ… and then they moan about a thousand baht back in the bar!” Then Balloon realized what we said, and quickly came out with, “No, no!... I pay them 30 baht to give them a BJ!”……. We just looked at each other with an expression, “So fucking unreal”.

At the same time I heard Tar say to Fie Dollah, “I’m horny!”, and the two of them went upstairs to the back sleeping barge, to have a quick shag in one of the two little rooms at each end of the upper deck, which probable would normally be reserved for families, and Dear seeing this, “Where are they going?” “For a quick fuck upstairs!” “Well lets go also!.... we can use the other room!” “No rush love!..... I’m going to fuck the ass off you all night back in the room!...... so save your energy sweetie!”

Apart from that we had a great old time just sitting around the table with a shit load of vodka that Big REV took with him, whisky, and beer, until we felt like hitting our rooms for the night as we had an early start in the morning. Big REV took a different couple of LB’s back to his room, 500 baht a peace, fuck knows how many Juri took back to his room, as he doesn’t say much when his mouth is full (we found out later he took 7 of them back), and one of the cute EZY girls fucked the DJ, all night on the boat, and actually bragged about it all the next morning to the rest of the girls.

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The Three Musketeers and a Few More! (Continued)

Day 19 (The road trip continued)

Panic set in the next morning, when we got an early rap on the door from the hotel staff, to make sure we got on the barge on time, but we couldn’t find two keys. First the room key, which Dear used it last to open the door that night, and we more or less took the room apart looking for it. And the other key was for my motorbike, which merry as I was at the party, I couldn’t remember what I did with it, but knowing myself I knew I would have given it to the guy at the parking area, but I asked Dear did I, but she answered no I didn’t, (the silly cow wasn’t paying any attention that night) so that worried me a bit.

Later on the barge I met up with Fie Dollah, and he told me when he was wrapped up by the staff of the hotel, they asked for the key back there and then, but when I was rapped up the staff didn’t ask for mine. That’s because they already had the bloody key, because that silly cow Dear left it hanging in the door all night. Thank God we were in the land of real Thais who are a bit more honest, than the riff-raff that are attracted to Pattaya, because of the amount of Thai’s that were walking about all night, not one of them even thought about taking a chance to enter our room.

Well that was a relief about one key, but I still was annoyed about the bike key, but as we pulled away from the river bank, around 9.30 on a beautiful morning, I thought ‘fuck it… it will be all sorted out went I get there.’ Being towed back down the river Kwai we were getting use to waving those little shop boats over, and thought a nice cup of coffee would go down well, and the girls waving other little boats for some Thai food.

As the girls did this trip many times before, they knew all the places of interest, and were happy to point them all out to us on the way back down river. It was a great morning, nice and relaxing, until we had to make another stop, by a Japanese temple up on a hill above ‘Hell’s Fire Pass’, where there was a large Japanese war grave, were a great number of them got killed during the war.

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The Three Musketeers and a Few More! (Continued)

Day 19 (The road trip continued)

The Monkey Training School, the Death Railway, and ‘Hell’s Fire Pass’.

We thought we were simply heading back down river to Kanchanaburi, but as it was still a mystery tour, we moored along side another barge that was there by the riverbank of this temple, and disembarked through the other barge to shore. Lita herded us all into a monkey training school, and to our surprise there was no cover charge, nor was donations asked from us.

Inside there was a little arena for a bit of a free show on how the monkeys were trained to harvest coconuts, and a few other tricks. These monkeys would be trained, and hired out to farmers come harvest time, so that’s how they make their money, and the show was only for educating the Thai’s.

The show began with this little evil looking monkey, starting off with his hands cupped together and gave a wei, when the lady trainer said “Sawasdee Ka”, and then proceeded to show how they are trained, first using gadgets on the ground, before they are sent up the tree to twist and kick off only the ripe coconuts. Then went on to do some tricks, but all the wile giving me dirty looks as if to say, “I’ll knock fuck out of you mister, if you keep looking at me like that!”

This little evil monkey had to do a trick, which was 10 numbers painted on small wooden tiles, face down on the ground after being shuffled by a member of the audience. Then the monkey was asked to pick out number 5, and sure enough he did it. I’m sure the monkey cheated, as the number must have had a mark on the back, and wile the audience clapped, he was still looking at me as if to say, “Aye! I suppose your going to tell everyone how I did that!”

I’m sure the lady trainer noticed this mental conversation between me and the monkey, because she came straight for me, to volunteer to beat the monkey at the same trick, but I was allowed 3 chances, as I’m only a mere human. First she made me face the audience just like the monkey did, and told me to wei to them, so I cupped my hands together, bowed, and said, “Sawasdee khrap”, and she turn and said to me, “Aahhh! That’s a good monkey!” “What was that?” “Oh, nothing sir!”

Then she asked me to pick out number 9, so I went over and right away, I picked up number 6, turned it upside down, and said, “There you go missus!” “No, no! that’s number 6!” So the comedy started with me and her arguing, then I eventually had another go and actually picked out number 9, so I beat the monkey, and won a banana. Now that I had '69' in my hands, I started to tease her, that it was my favorite number, and did she know what I meant, with a nudge and a wink.

Then ‘Dear’ was asked to compete with another monkey at basket ball, and the monkey got the ball in the basket the third go, but ‘Dear’ got it on the second go, and won another banana. Thinking we had won a free breakfast was short lived, as we were not allowed to leave the compound with the banana’s, and had to feed them to the monkey’s on the way out. That evil monkey I beat, now had a big smile on when he saw the banana, “Well you can fuck off mate… you cheating bastard!” And I gave the banana to the gibbon…. Fuck him, that’ll teach him.

Just outside the monkey compound we all climbed a steep embankment, onto the tracks of the “Death Railway” and walked up towards the Japanese Buddha, through the ‘Hell’s Fire Pass’ and took some photos, where Fie Dollah, FatboyUK, and I, posed for a photo, with Fie Dollah saying, “Right lads! Lets show the guys back home, the day we had building the bloody railway!” Bloody was a good word for it, as the tracks were splattered with blood, from big bastard snakes, that were chopped up to bits by the wheels of the train, as they tried to cross the tracks. Everywhere we walked, there were bits of big snakes all over the place, and at that point ‘Fie Dollah’ was winding up FatboyUK, who would shit himself if he saw a snake, “Watch out for snakes jumping out of the bushes and biting you!” That big fella was a bunch of nerves the whole way up the tracks, watching out for any kind of movement in the bushes, and couldn’t wait to get back on the boat.

One rare thing we did see was something like a komodo dragon, about the size of the average crocodile, chopped in half by the tracks. As it was so hot there we left our shirts on the barge, and when we got to the gates of the Buddha, I ask the guys not to go any farther out of respect, as we were improperly dressed to enter, and advised them that there is a dress code when entering a temple.

All the Thai’s passing us, were mostly taking photos of us with the girls, as it was a rare occasion to see so many LB’s in one place, and they were over the moon with us. And as we made out way back down the embankment, some of the Thais stopped us, asking could they take photos of us with our LB’s. So Dear and I stopped to pose for some snaps, when I heard ‘Fie Dollah’ shouting at the Thai’s from behind me, “Here I’ll give you a pose mate!” and the Thai’s taking our photo all started to jump about, all excited, and giggling like school girls, pushing past Dear and I, to quickly take photo’s of ‘Fie Dollah’ and Tar. I turned to see what all the excitement was all about, and there was ‘Fie Dollah’ who pulled one of Tar’s tit’s out, bent over, with his tongue on her nipple, with a big smile. And after the snaps where took, ‘Fie Dollah’ was getting a pat on the back from the Thai’s saying, “You vely good man… thank you, thank you!”…….. dirty, dirty, bastard!..... I recon it’s people like ‘Fie Dollah’ that gives us farangs a bad name.

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The Three Musketeers and a Few More! (Continued)

Day 19 (The road trip continued)

Got back in the boat and off we went heading back to Kanchanaburi, but we left a girl in the pink hat behind, waving it from the barges still moored there, I think she was having a shit or something. The boat owner with his little boat pulling the two barges did a dangerous ‘U-Turn’, and we all thought he was going to sink, but he got close enough that she could jump on his little boat, then another sharp ‘U-Turn’, got his little boat close to our barges so she could jump on, all in the space of 3 minutes, then carried on down river, as if it was such a big deal. We all remarked, if it happened in Holland or England, they would have just left her there.

We still had almost two hours to go, and we asked the DJ not to play any hard music, just slow songs at a low volume, to go with the relaxing mood we were in. Still waving the little shop boats over for coffee and snacks, and still taking in the beautiful sites, until we finally reached Kanchanaburi.

We all piled into the coach, and the 6 hour drive back to Pattaya was easy, and seemed to be faster, and in no time at all we were in Pattaya just before the bars were kicking off. Now I started to worry about the key of my bike, but as we came close to the parking place where I left it, the guy immediately came to meet us with the key in his hand, which I exchanged it with a 100 baht, for him taking care of it.

Everything was in order, except the cable of the starter was loose, so I kick-started it, and drove to Soi Buakhao where I knew I would get it fixed right on the spot, on the way to the hotel. For the guys who ride bikes, and are not aware… there is a couple of mechanic in this place;

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Although I didn’t know what was wrong with it at the time, the little mechanic there sorted it out in a minute, and actually didn’t want any money for it, but I tipped him anyway. And for the newbies that rent out bikes…. If something happens to the bike…. Never take it back to the place you rented it out, as this is where you will get scammed. Always got to a place like this and get the bike fixed, where you will be charged the proper price for the repair, and the bike will be in good working order, when you return it.

Needless to say, when we got back to the hotel, we were going to have a quite night in, and showered went to the market around the corner for Thai food, then it was back to the room, for a bit of a romp, and a few movies.

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The Three Musketeers and a Few More! (Continued)

Day 20

It’s a Buddhist holiday today, not that it makes much difference in Pattaya, but after that trip, we used it as an excuse to take it easy today, and recover from it. After a late breakfast/lunch of Thai food in the market, Dear and I joined Fie Dollah and Tar by the pool for the whole day. Laying there having a chat, Fie Dollah mentioned he was going to attempt to go on his own to the ‘Sanctuary of Truth’, as on the way to the crocodile farm a few days before, I stopped and had shown him the road to it.

When he mentioned it, I automatically thought about Billy and his girl, and thought as the six of us had a great time the night we went out to dinner, it would be a bit of a blast if all of us went there the next day. And although I had already been myself, it would be a good idea to go with them, to make sure they took advantage of all the recreation facilities that were available there. So I told Fie Dollah, I would hunt down Billy that evening to arrange it for the next day.

One thing (among others) I laughed my head off and will never forget; as it was one of those Buddhist holidays, therefore the bar by the swimming pool was closed, and the barman had the day off. So any drinks or food had to be ordered at reception.

Wile ‘Fie Dollah’ and I, with our 2 girls Tar & Dear, were out by the pool that afternoon, each couple sharing a sun bed, along side a couple of old guys, who were trying their best to hide their fascination, in a deep conversation about a load of bollocks, and from time to time giving a quick side glance, almost forgetting what they were talking about.

This is because, Dear, now and again, in a bikini would get into a doggy style position on the sun bed, with her tight ass up in the air, giving me one of her looks, as if to say, “Please fuck me, I’ve been a naughty girl!” not caring that the old boys eyes were hanging out. At the same time Tar was only wearing a thin cheese cloth smock (and fuck all underneath it), and now and again would get her tits out (sure they were always falling out, no matter what she wore, as she had a hell of a body). ‘Fie Dollah’ and I, started to feel sorry for the poor old guys, trying to carry on as normal as possible, with the expression, “Move along folks… there’s nothing to see here!”

Now I’m sitting on the side edge of the sun bed facing ‘Fie Dollah’, with Dear laying down on it behind me. ‘Fie Dollah’ was doing the same facing me, with Tar lying down behind him. Both of us guy’s having a bit of craick with a few yarns.

At one point in our conversation, Tar, who was lying on her side, started to snuggle up to ‘Fie Dollah’s’ back, and mumbled something. I thought as it was rainy season, she felt a bit of rain, because ‘Fie Dollah’ answered back, “I know… I feel it to!” So I asked, “What did she say?” “She said she’s horny!” “Sure she’s always bloody horny!” “Aye but… she’s got a bloody big hard-on… and it’s poking into my back!”

Tar shyly giggled, hiding her shame behind ‘Fie Dollah’ as that thin cheese cloth smock wasn’t about to hid anything, when ‘Fie Dollah’ ordered, “Now go and order me a cup of tea at reception!” Tar couldn’t make a move, as she couldn’t get rid of the hard-on, until ‘Fie Dollah’ persisted again, wile we all pissed ourselves laughing.

Fair play to Tar, as she got up with her back to the old guys, and with one hand, grabbed the smock, and pulled it out about a foot in front of her, turned, walked past the two old guys, around the pool, and into reception to order the tea.

We were almost rolling on the ground laughing, and the two old guys couldn’t hide the fact that they were eavesdropping, because she still couldn’t get rid of the hard-on, and had to walk all the way back from reception, around the pool, and past the two old guys, who must have thought ‘fuck it’, and eyed her the whole way back pissing their selves laughing at Tar, walking still with the smock pulled out a foot in front of her, still trying to hide the hard-on.

The two old guy’s were veterans, and if they had never been with a ladyboy, I’m sure they were out on the hunt that night, because it was written all over their smiling faces. I’m sure they wondered a bit, as they were seeing up close, just how soft, gentle, loving, and fun, being with a ladyboy can be.

Anyway, the sun going down finished off a nice relaxing day, and Dear and I when again for some Thai food, in the ‘Hole in the Wall’, where Dear mentioned once again about her favorite dish, which was done by an old lady on Jomtien beach in the evenings. After dinner I managed to catch Billy in one of the bars, and told him all about the boat trip, which I could see he was thinking he should have went, but it was a pity he already arranged other plans. So I talked him into going with us the next day without much effort, and arranged a meet-up with him.

We just had a couple of drinks with Billy, and then went back to the hotel, where after a bit of a session in bed, the hunger got to us again. So I thought I would take her to Jomtien beach, to see what all the fuss was about with this dish she was always harping on about. So we headed out to Jomtien just before midnight, where it started to piss it down with rain. Just managed to get under cover by the old lady, before it got too heavy, and found the dish she was talking about, was Chinese which I knew this dish very well.

I use to travel 30 kilometers to get the dish in an old famous Chinese restaurant in Maastricht, which was served only in the winter. I explained to her, that it was traditionally made by the hill tribes of north China, only in the winter, and made from usually mutton and five-spice. She was happy for the little lesson, and she happily stuffed her face with it, as she always thought it was Thai- Muslim food because of the meat. Later, the old lady confirmed what I said, but thought it was weird that I knew all about it.

As we were in Jomtien, I thought it would be a good opportunity to call into Sally’s Bar for the first time. But because of the rain and the Buddhist holiday, it was a bit boring, but the music was good, and I was glad I didn’t come on my own, as I don’t think I would have taken any of the selection in there. So one drink and we were out of there, battling the hard rain all the way back to the hotel, passing 3 motorbike accidents, because the roads were so wet.

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The Three Musketeers and a Few More! (Continued)

Day 21

Got up the next morning, but acting the fool in the room I broke my toe again, and I say again as I did it the year before, same room, on the corner of the same bed, and the same fucking toe. I have only a couple of days to go, and the last time I did it, the girl I was with then, got me a bunch of pain killers, just to get me through the whole journey home, But now I’m just about to got out on a day’s outing with the other two musketeers, and we will be walking around most of the day. So fuck it, I put my shoes on right away, to keep down the swelling, and just got on with it.

Fie Dollah, Tar, Dear, and I drove around to meet up with Billy and his girl in Soi 8, where Billy decided to baht bus it to the ‘Sanctuary of Truth’ wile we would go on our bikes, and meet him there at the ticket office. Hard luck for Dear, we didn’t have time for breakfast.

So in the ticket office, the guides first start to make their long drawn out boring speeches about the place, and what it had to offer. I haven’t time for this, so I ignored them a carried on with ordering tickets for a few thinks, that they didn’t even bother to mention, but as I was I started to get pissed off as they kept butting in making thing more complicated, and confusing…… well confusing for them. So I had to tell them to be quite, that I knew what I was doing. So I made sure every one got their tickets, and got out of there, leaving the staff there standing even more confused, “Right guys over here first!” and directed them to the ATV’s, where I made the guys only get tickets for the girls, as I knew they would enjoy it more, than three old grumpy git’s.

Sure enough it was the first time the girls were ever on these things, and they really enjoyed it, when they went around the circuit, and wanted to go again. They were surprised, as all they thought they were going to, was a silly old temple.

Then it was little pony & carriage ride for the girls, to our next stop, which was the shooting range, wile the three musketeers walked to it, with me really starting to feel the pain of my toe.

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The Three Musketeers and a Few More! (Continued)

Day 21 (continued)

At the shooting range, we let the girls go first, and again they were over the moon with this, as they also never did this before. Then the musketeers took over, and this is where things get nasty. That fucker Fie Dollah cheats, by finding the automatic switch, and emptying the whole magazine into the target in one blast. Then the Thai guy comes round to check all the scores with a pen and paper, slowly adding up every ones scores, until he came to Fie Dollah’s target, and just burst out laughing saying, “You win mister! You win!” because his target had a massive hole in it, that you could pass a tennis ball through.

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Day 21 (continued)

Then we walked a short way to the view point to take a few photos, and now I’m starting to limp, and dreading the climb down the steep steeps of the cliff.

On the way down the wooden steps of the cliff, we took some more photos, and this is where you can see Dear when she moans about being hungry, as in one photo you can see what she does, rubbing her stomach, with the lips pouting like a big baby. I at this stage was having a hard time down the steps, so the other two musketeers, helped me down a bit.

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The Three Musketeers and a Few More! (Continued)

Day 21 (continued)

At the bottom of the cliff, there is the restaurant, where after all that so far, a cold drink would be in order, before we go any farther. So as I started to take the crew over there, the tour guides started to get on my piss with, “No, no! this way sir!..... and you need to take a hard hat sir!” “No, no madam!..... we are going for a drink, and we don’t need hard hat for that….. and we can pick them up over there ourselves when we continue!” she knew by my tone of voice not to continue the conversation.

After the cold drinks, we picked up the hard hat, and posed for a few more photos, before entering the grounds of the temple, which is the hard hat area. With Dear making silly poses for the camera.

On the way over to the bells, the girls saw a bunch of workmen’s tools, and thought it would be a good idea to act the fool with them, and then let them ring the bells for good luck.

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Day 21 (continued)

Then we entered the temple where I gave the crew a shorten version of the place, than the long drawn out stuff that the tour guides were doing

The Brummie midget did it again!

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Day 21 (continued)

I could see a big storm coming in from the sea, so I got the crew out of the temple, and a quick stroll through the workshop, with a bit of explaining about that on the way. But the next stop should have been the dolphin show, but I was given the excuse that it was too hot for the dolphin to perform. Of course I took Miss Buffalo Cock a couple of weeks before, and the excuse then was, they were cleaning out the lagoon. I remember 5 dolphins in that lagoon in the beginning, and the last few visits; I saw that go down to two, and the year before they had only one performing. So I think they simply died off to be honest.

Anyway everyone’s hungry now, especially Dear who rubbing her stomach, and pouting her lips again, so it was off back to the restaurant again, where we had a great meal, and watched a traditional show, where the rain came down monsoon style, so we sat there and took it easy, until it blew over climbing up the wooden steps of the cliff, and back to the car park, to get out bikes, and a baht bus for Billy.

When we got back to the room bringing some food with us for later as the weather was bad, and my foot was killing me now, dear got on her knees removed my shoes, and gave me a gentle foot massage, which helped a bit. Being as it was going to be my last night tomorrow, we had a hell of a hard session in bed all that night.

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The Three Musketeers and a Few More! (Continued)

Day 22

Up bright and breezy, breakfast, but none for Dear as she didn’t want any for the first time, as that skinny thing eats like a horse, it was very rare to see. Then shopping of last minute stuff, and then back to the room to do the bulk of my packing, wile Dear was writing something. Then to join Fie Dollah and some of the lads out in the swimming pool. Still bitched like an old woman about my foot, but that was only to get another foot massage from Dear, which seemed to be working better than a pain killer. Now wile we were all having a bit of craick at the pool, out in front of everyone she came out with, “Hey Paul!... How come you fuck me very hard last night…. When you got a broken foot?” having a confused look, wile she massaged my foot, forgetting the rest of the lads where there. Everything seem to stop for that moment, and we all looked at her, when I said, “Yeh! I fucked you hard all right!..... but I didn’t fuck you with my fucking foot, you silly cow!” “Oh yeh!” with a silly look on her face, wile the rest of us laughed.

There was nothing I was going to do today as I had an early 7 am taxi to the airport the next morning. But Fie Dollah, as he threatened the day before, to take an adventure on his own today, stuck out his chest and said, “I took Tar out on a road trip this morning on the bike!” “Oh yeh!..nice one mate!...... where did you go to?” “Buddha Hill!” “Buddha fucking Hill!...... Ya could have walked it up there you silly twat……. It’s as much adventurous as going to the bank!”

Come lunch time, and Dear still doesn’t want to eat, and not her usual comical self. Fie Dollah said he wanted to take us out to dinner saying it was my last night, in appreciation for doing tour guide, which was very nice of him. He said I could pick anything I liked to eat, so I just said ‘sausages’, as we can’t get a good one in Holland. So we picked the ‘Queen Vic’ in Soi 6 for that night.

So that night we all headed out to the ‘Queen Vic’ where I got my sausages, and still Dear wouldn’t order or eat anything, and just sat there wile the three of us ate. I had to laugh when Fie Dollah ordered for Tar some English food for a change, which was roast chicken dinner, and Tar not understanding what was ordered, she ordered a spicy seafood salad to go along with it. When she saw the size of the plate, she went, “Oh my God!” and when Fie Dollah saw the spicy salad he went, “What the fuck is that you silly cow!”

Wile sitting at dinner, a loud rap on the window beside us from the street, with the two heads of Billy and JCS peering through it, then came in and said their farewells, then they got back on the Soi 6 to continue their evening hunt, as Billy’s girlfriend has gone back home.

Fie Dollah ordered desert for himself, which was something like apple pie & custard, but it was served too hot, so he let it sit for a wile. Tar said, “Why you not eat desert?” “Too hot!” “Oh you poor baby!... let mom take care of you!” And took the spoon, loaded it up, blew on it, and started to spoon feed him like a big baby.

We split after that, after we said our farewells, they went on to some place and I took Dear back to the room, but on the way I tried to get her to eat, but with no luck. After a bit of a session, we actually stayed up all night talking, with Dear crying, and saying things like the first night I met her, so I guess reality had just crept in all day, and the reason she wouldn’t eat, being too upset.

So it was back to the lectures, to cheer her up a bit, which worked until the taxi came, and on the way to the airport I dropped her off at her room very sad. Not until I was on the plane, I was sitting changing cash from baht to euros in my wallet, getting ready for my arrival, when I found a letter in it, folded up into an origami heart shape, and read it.

Mr. Paul,

Thank you for a good time and happy time. Nice to see you. Have a good days. You make me feel good all times. I will hope to see you some place or some where. You are the monster of me now, thank you so much. And I think don’t forget me, we are happy together, so everything we do and we been before now, stay in my mind always. I think if I not see you, I think maybe I’m “chakwow” for sure because!!! I’m do that for sure no have someone help me!!!! Thank you for give my smile again. “You win of my heart Paul” sure! Take care, have a good time!

Bye bye Dear

THE END

[paultain]

The Three Musketeers and a Few More! (Continued)

Afterword

A couple of weeks after I left, Dear depressed and unhappy, got fed up working for Pook, and at the same time, Lita of the EZY Bar (whom Dear didn’t like), left to start up the Famous Bar in Soi VC, and took most of the staff. So Dear went to work for Karl who was looking for staff, under the pretext that she would be the bar tender, and cashier around September 2010. During that period between September until the start of November, she would only go with a very few selective customers, turning most of them down.

At the same time Karl was having some issues with his missus Lita, and in his tantrums did show up to open the bar several days (sometimes weeks) during that period, leaving customers and staff getting fed up with showing up at the door to find it closed. This made him loose his staff, and customers started to stay away, including Dear who was disgusted with her life anyway.

She left the P4P scene completely, and went back home to the suburbs of Bangkok, and got a job selling copy handbags in a shop of a shopping mall, for a low wage, but a lot happier. Like myself, Dear is not one for mobile phones, nor does she have a lap-top with internet connection, but she still keeps in touch by email once a month or six weeks, by internet café, as she usually does when she was on the P4P scene, sometime checking her mail after 3 months.

She told me, although very happy, she wasn’t sure about that job, as selling copies, they were always prone to police raids, and the staff would take the brunt of it, and not the owner. So mid December, she managed to get a better job in a hair salon, with a little bit more wage, and feels a lot better, and she has been working there ever since. I got to give her 10/10 for trying, and struggling with a low income.

So I guess my lectures worked, although I think I over done it a bit, as in my opinion, as she is only 24, she has still got some shelf-life left for the P4P scene, and should have given it a few more years, and save the big money, for school or to start her own little business. Tar, also left the P4P scene, and started a pig farm, but that lasted about 6 months, and wasn’t any good for a proper income, so now she is working in a hair salon ever since also. So good luck to them both.

[paultain]

Coming soon The Three Musketeers Return to Pattaya

June / July 2011

(LOL..... Beat you to it, Fie Dollah)

[williethepimp]

Great stuff Paul,I love the updates on Dear and Tar...lets hope they are happy whatever they do,and it shows (to me at least)that what these girls are actually looking for ,is a nice man to take care of them.plus 1.

[Lin]

you are number one and vely bad men...lol:drinks: ----+4 for very very nice report and pics....

[paultain]

Great stuff Paul,I love the updates on Dear and Tar...lets hope they are happy whatever they do,and it shows (to me at least)that what these girls are actually looking for ,is a nice man to take care of them.plus 1.

Thanks Willie,

Nice to get a response like that mate!

[paultain]

you are number one and vely bad men...lol:drinks: ----+4 for very very nice report and pics....

Cheers Lin good buddy, but we're not as bad as you ...LOL

Thanks Lin

[Guest Fiedollah]

Update on Tar is, she went back home again as the pig which she proudly named after me ??? has had babies so she happy as a pig in shit helping out mother as the rain has come for next months harvest aswell. But Deer & Tar have been in co-hoots with each other and i believe as i turn up on the 19th there will be welcome party

nice picture Paul ya git !

the return is gonna be a good un

[paultain]

Update on Tar is, she went back home again as the pig which she proudly named after me ??? has had babies so she happy as a pig in shit helping out mother as the rain has come for next months harvest aswell. But Deer & Tar have been in co-hoots with each other and i believe as i turn up on the 19th there will be welcome party

nice picture Paul ya git !

the return is gonna be a good un

LOL...... Talk about giving a pig a bad name...... By the way! when are you having you're piglets..... LOL

But fair play to Tar for sticking too her guns though!

Yes I told you they will be scheming now.

[Luung]

I finally got around to reading this lot Paultain, you helped me get through a rather boring, wet Sunday with a gammy foot... So thanks, it was a great read, the incredible amount of time you've spent on this is well appreciated!

I especially loved the bit with the crazy tattooed Thai with the shooter! It's taken me 50 years to learn to at least try & stay out of those kinds of places & I've had something similar before now myself too. I could hardly function the next day once I started thinking about what might of happened, I'm still shuddering right now just thinking about it!... You've got some bollocks mate & more importantly, a cool head... I'd have never thought to get my thumb behind the trigger.

Nice to know there's another artist out there too, I can see the Frazetta influence & also 'maybe 'David Shepherd' the famous English wildlife artist?.. Please tell me if I'm wrong?

So many things fell into place regarding ‘Dear’ too. About seven or eight months ago now Karl allowed me to make a real fool of myself pining & chasing after her in Ezy (all to no end). The prick could have just told me what the score was, I'd have still kept drinking in there, you just move on, don't you!.. Anyway, she was really unhappy whenever I spoke to her & she just kept bursting into tears & saying that she wanted to go back to the village, she really was an unhappy little bunny; just glad to hear she's finding a different life for herself now!.. It's nice to know she'd been looked after nicely too, there's too many aresholes out there who just don't know how to treat these girls with any respect!

I remember at the time I posted some sketches of her on another site not long before I got slung off & I remember at the time you were kind enough to respond in a gracious manner. I actually think a couple of the drawings might sit well here... Do you think it would be an idea to re-post them? Leow tea' khun, khrup?

I've +1'd the artwork, even if you don't do mine & I'm going to sprinkle some more around the place once I've had another quick browse.

Cheers

[paultain]

Cheers Lung for the nice lengthy response, and I’m glad it filled in the time for you on a boring afternoon.

Regarding the crazy tattooed twat;

LOL….. I have to learn to stay out of those places myself, as I got a bad habit of going native anywhere I go. And yes it does take a day or so to wind down from it, when realizing that being full of drink, what could have gone wrong. And the twat being full of drink and drugs, he was totally unpredictable. In training, of a predicament like this, it is best not to keep your distance, but to close the distance between you both, by acting a little crazy, throwing him off guard, to get your hands close or on the weapon, then its all down hill from there. In this case he probable thought I would have shot myself in the head…..LOL

We learn things like this also when we were kids back in N. Ireland, in the case of drive-by shootings. Best to hit the deck and roll towards the car as close as possible that is doing the shooting, as the shooter is shooting through his window, the rest of the door makes it difficult for him to hit you, in those split seconds driving past. Hitting the deck at a distance, or running away makes an easier target.

The Art;

Nice to know somebody knows about Frazetta, and yes him and Boris, was a big influence on me as a teen. I do oil on canvas, only using 7 colors, but I won’t do the detail they put into their work, as I won’t spend any more that 10-15 hours at any one painting….. If I start I have to finish it the same day, as if I take a break like sleep, I loose interest in it the next day, and find it hard to continue. I’ve did a few of my favorites of Frazetta & Boris, but I don’t put in the detail like they do in the backgrounds. You must remember these; (as you can see I finished off with an easy background)

The wildlife has no influence at all, it’s just something I tried out a few years back. Just simply getting photos off the net, and putting a few animals together from separate photos, and then putting a weird but easy background to them, keeping the painting within my time limit. I don’t see the point in spending a few weeks putting in every detail when it’s only going to sell for $200 at the most. You’d be better off on the social…LOL

You have to laugh at this one; I took two separate photos of single tigers and put them together as a pair, only to find when I was painting in the stripes on the head, I realized it was the same fucking tiger, and had to quickly alter the stripes on one of them… I had a good laugh to myself finishing it.

This one was three separate photos rolled into one;

And of course the odd test peice;

Regarding Dear;

Yes I thought you might be interested in that, as I remember reading your posts wile over there you tried to bar-fine her, and I remember you saying something like, “She said, I would be no good for you!” I couldn’t comment at the time, as I didn’t know myself what her plans were. I did get an email from Karl during that time saying, I set the bar too high, as she was turning a lot more than you down.

Like I mentioned before, I posted this TR on 3 Str8 very homophobic forums, and to my surprise I got a great reception, and quite a following. And of course I get loads of PM’s that they can’t or ashamed to post, with questions like ‘who is good to start off with’, ‘the best bar for a newbie’, and ‘does such n’ such a bar have ST rooms, as it’s close to my hotel, and I fancy trying it out, wile the wife’s out shopping’ etc. But one guy who doesn’t belong to any LB forum told me he was quite fawned of Dear, and bar-fined her around Aug-Sept for 3 nights in a row, but never stayed or took her anywhere during the day. Just paid her off in the mornings, and picked her up in the evenings in the bar. He told me she was in tears the first night he took her with the same, “I ladyboy, what can I do!”, and after reading my TR, he regrets not keeping her during the day, and not treating her properly, as right now he’s still got it real bad for her.

Lung as you can see in the photos, Dear is a totally different person, and even 5$ can vouch that she is a very funny comical character that seems to not have a care in the world, for those few days, and a great pal to chum around with.

You’re Sketches;

I loved your sketches, and especially the ones of Dear, and like I said you should have a thread of them, and would appreciate you posting those few of Dear on here. I was very surprised to find you were banned on the other forum, and I must have missed something, as I don’t understand it. You should still open a thread of your talent though here.

Many thanks

Paul