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Thigh Bar Patpong & dancing girls

As detailed elsewhere here, my friend and I used to write letters for the girls in Patpong.

One evening in Patpong, we had a nasty (self-inflicted) experience in Thigh Bar.
Probably after consuming too much beer to do with the letter writing we used to do, we wandered off along Patpong soi 1.

There (were) some decent bars along that soi. I can’t say what it’s like now as times change and the last time I went there all the bars seemed to be a lot more “money-orientated”, especially the girls.
Before, all those years ago you could go in there and have a good time, a decent evening out for not too much money.
There didn't seem to be any scams in those days. But inevitably things change.

A Brit I know was telling me a few years ago, the first time he came Bangkok was 1968 when he was in the navy.
Patpong was operating even then. They were given shore leave and left to their own devices.
Beer was one Baht or two Baht. A girl expected to receive ten Baht for her services for the entire evening.
Oh, how the times change.

After visiting a few of the watering holes we went into Thigh Bar, a GoGo bar.
Because in Thai there is no TH sound (thanks, thick, thespian, etc) Thais would tend to say Thai Bar, rather than Thigh Bar.
OK, too much information.

Anyway, this particular evening we went into Thigh Bar and had a few drinks.
After three or four drinks there was a show - remember those, before all the political correctness?
While we were innocently watching the girls on stage, a couple of stunners came and sat down with us and plied their wares - as in body parts.

So there were the two of us doing our best for customer relations, including me wearing a white jumper (five sizes too small) belonging to one of the girls. I remember it as if it was yesterday - not nearly twenty years ago.

In walked our girlfriends and caught us in the act, so to speak.
My friend said to me, “Don’t look now but your girlfriend is standing behind you.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” As if I’d fall for that one.
But of course I couldn’t resist looking behind me.

Jesus Christ.
It was her.

My girlfriend and also my friend’s girlfriend found out where we were and came to check up on us.

The retribution?

We had to return to our regular beer bar called The Blue Sky Bar. Here there was a boxing ring where they had basically “exhibition matches” through the evening.
Once, when two katoeys were arguing over a bloke they fancied, the boss got them up in the ring to fight for him.
The loser sat in the ring crying. The winner had the chance to go for the unsuspecting victim.

So, back to the matter in hand. We had to sit there and squirm while our beloveds worked their way through the top shelf of expensive alcohol, drinking themselves stupid and us broke.

Well at least they both suffered the next day. They had enormous hangovers, so there was some sort of feeling of making amends.

We didn’t do that again.
Well, we just didn’t get caught again. It took more planning to avoid it the next time.