Good guys go to heaven, Bad guys go to Pattaya, Thailand (a tale of ladyboys and letchery)

Prostitution is officially illegal here, as it is in the city of Las Vegas, but the law is similarly ignored. However, here the prostitutes are not hiding behind the venue of an escort service. They are siting at beer bars, touching and calling out to every male-ish lifeform that isn't attached to some type of female.
It's practically the city mantra. "Hey sexy, wewcome," they repeat in their Thai accents as all the beer bellies, gray hairs and double chins stroll by.
As Devin Atherton put it, " I finally know what it feels like for a girl to walk by a construction site. "

Now there were some things to like about this town. Jomtien beach provided us with its semi-clear blueish green bath temperature water. You plop down in one of the beach chairs and the parade of vendors stroll past you. "Foot massage?" "Seafood?" "Ice cream?" "Tattoo?" You want it, you got it. Right there under your shady umbrella in your cozy beach chair.

There were a lot of memories acquired from this place, although most of them are wildly insane (notable the tour of an Alice In Wonderland style sex hotel, quite similar to a place an acid trip would take you) or based purely on bad luck (honourable mentions include motorbike accidents, bribing cops, flat tires, losing wallets, missing buses) however, I must say I thoroughly enjoyed myself and require little to no sleep or food to party pretty damn hard. Now time to sleep til New Years Eve....


xo
emilalawronge