Phuket Town is the capitol city of the island. When “Phuketians” talk about going to Phuket, they mean the town. The town can be easily reached from Patong for a few Baht on the Songthaeow (a type of bus that collects on route), or on the hired motorbike. Taxis are not recommendable due to them being pretty expensive. I was there a few times on my motorbike, went shopping during the day (there are many gold shops there and a very good gallery with nice copies of all sorts of oil paintings). And a brothel that opens in the morning. This place is only for hard bastards, the girls are all older.

I went there anyway and found it quite amusing. It’s called the “Siam Hotel” (known by all taxi drivers), open from 10 in the morning until 8 in the evening, is 3 stories high. Nearly reminds me of the whore houses in Frankfurt, but is only for the hard core friends amongst us… The Expats just call it the “juicing station”. You can get a gobble here for 250 – 300 Baht; the best thing to do is to hire a couple of whores. There are a few massage parlous in PT, but they are pretty expensive. The massage parlour in Patong called “Christins” is absolutely rubbish. They have no competition and I can only warn you that you should not expect much at all from the place.

There were four of us so we treated ourselves to a taxi for the evening. Mr Lohs telephone Nr: 06 – 5945177. Can be recognised on some of the pics. He takes 1000 – 1500 Baht for the whole evening including the trip from the hotel to PT and back. In PT he shows one the relevant points of “interest” such as whore houses and karaokes etc. We suspected him of getting a commission from one of the Karaoke Bars, the bill was a bit steep, but with there being four of us to pay it, we didn’t find it too bad. All in all, the evening was quite amusing, but we got really smashed in the end in a Disco. In the Karaoke Bars we spent quite a time with bored girls, but some things were ok. Yeah well, that’s what it’s like, there more accustomed to Thai audiences, and when Thai men go out, they really paint the town red. They are not so “Ki niau” (miserly) as the Farang.

In Phuket Town there is also a brothel road, locally known as “Soi 11” (ssoi ssipp aed), all taxi drivers know it. We were there at 10 in the evening, probably to early. There was not much going on, and the girls just yawned as they saw us. Just as I said, the deeper you enter the province, the worse the service gets.

Above: Siam Hotel, on the corner of PHANGNGNA RD and THANON PHUKET. Hen in hotel, room with view from the 3^rd floor. Gold shop, body massage in PEARL HOTEL (ugly girls and expensive, left straight away). If ugly then better a BJ in Siam hotel for 300 Baht…

The karaoke was huge with at least 50 – 80 girls. They sung alternately and sat on the men for a talk, a bite to eat and of course a glass of alk. Up to now it had absolutely nothing to do with sex… Thais have other ideas about “amusement” than us from the west. Found it interesting just for a change. The best thing was a queer, or better an older Gathoey (Ladyboy) who worked there and got hold of my mate. Was quite funny, we had a good laugh (even he did as well). The girls in the larger bar were also all pretty good looking, some very good looking and nice. Mr Loh gave it rocks again; of course we paid for all his drinks as well.  

Of course one can meet them after knocking off time which we did, that’s why we landed in the Disco. I think the hens were just looking for a few prats to pay for the drinks… Doesn’t matter, was quite amusing right to the very end. Anyway, as you see, if one ventures out of the tourist areas, the cards are shuffled quite differently. Don’t forget lads, we’ve got to pay for it…

Back in Patong we popped into the Thai Pan and ended up in bed alone… On the way back we discussed whether Mr Loh deserved a tip or not. Most voted against and were probably right because we reckoned he had made his cash in the karaoke bar and had had a really nice evening – at our cost. He pulled a pretty long face as we said goodbye, that’s the way the cookie crumbles.