So, after finding a nice hotel, and a means of travelling, it starts to get dark in Patong. The throat is dry as a bone, and the girls are waiting.

Today I really put my shoulder to the wheel, and screwed the wide angle and tripod onto the camera. Grubert turns night-time into daytime… There are not many things one won’t do… just like a catalogue tourist, strolled through the early evening bar streets dragging my equipment along with me… But I reckon it had been worth while, well, I think so anyway, the pics turned out good – anyone think differently?

The Tiger complex, the Bangla Road (This is where all the beer bar streets and stalls can be found, all those places that are dead during the daytime), catalogue tourists, sex, and quality tourists. Many couples, most of them completely different from each other. The ‘Thai Pan’, where one will find loads of freelancers, but only late at night. It has just got dark! Street traders with the latest crappy bric-a-brac, are hanging around, cigarette traders all over the place. Still nothing going on in the Tiger, they are filling up with beer, the first of the hens are doing themselves up. Depending on the time of year, this is a place where one will at a later hour not even be able to find anywhere to sit down.

Of course, in the meantime the scene in Patong has also changed to the effect that there are a lot of farang couples and cultural tourists. Of course the girls cannot profit from these people, and if one asks what they think about this they just moan quite a bit – even during the main season. OK, one has to take the rough with the smooth.

Doesn’t matter, people always differ and expect different things. In general they can be divided into two different categories. In the category where they screw up their nose because of all the ‘easy women’, and the other type, a little more pleasant, are those who smile when they see one messing around with a whore in a Tuk Tuk, as if to say – we used to be young as well. These people mainly come from Australia or somewhere similar, but not from a small village behind the German woods. Well, what can I say; many people are out of their depths in such a situation. Travelling educates, that’s the only thing I can say about this, it expands one’s mental horizon. But not if one is a stuffy old German – narrow minded, or what? Some people just make one want to puke.