Men bellowing on Patpong
Listening to/watching the bellowing of deer in the Netherlands is a time-consuming and costly affair. But now that the season in Thailand has started again, we can also see this phenomenon here.
No kilometers of long trips in the cold through threatening landscape, stumbling over tree stumps, wading through mud puddles, but we can limit ourselves here to pleasant walks of about ten meters on reasonably well-paved roads to observe the rutting behavior of the farangs while enjoying glasses of wine. watching the go-go bars with the added benefit of the performance of scantily clad girls hanging from chrome poles.
Since belling requires a lot of energy, we see the bucks crowding together at stopping places like McDonald's and the more finely tuned among them at the Japanese sitting behind a plate of raw fish, good for the libido.
For my periodic health check I traditionally go to Chulalongkorn hospital because of some acquaintances who work there. A small hotel nearby is efficient and that is why my exciting and not so strenuous treks are often limited to Patpong. An environment very familiar to me, where I don't have to look for long to observe the rituals of the belling. Although a visit to the water place "Thermae" is also very worthwhile.
I usually start with a visit to the second floor where three courting places can be distinguished:
- the massage parlor where the sweaty bucks are bathed and a quick response is needed so that the doe you want is not chosen by someone else
- the occasion where the hinds perform acrobatic acts to impress the bucks
- and the most seedy place, deliberately kept very dark, the name of which I cannot name under penalty of censorship, where no initiative is needed: it happens to you without having to ask for it. The advantage of this place, however, is that the drinks are cheaper, so to get in the mood I lay the foundation for an exciting evening here. The girls know me, know they're getting a beer and don't act on me.
On the ground floor we have the go-go bars, music cafes and the night bazaar. The contrast between the families, the young couples and the bellowing bucks is remarkable. The families, who think they can get their money's worth here, the couples mostly in the music cafes whose man, grumpy, wishes to go out alone and the doe desperately wonders how to compete with the exotic beauties and the perky striding bucks feeling superior with their body mutilations in the form of ridiculous tattoos and rings through the nose and other places ready to be chained.
I never skip one waterhole. Here you will find the most beautiful girls of Patpong: long, black hair to the waist, slender hips, finely carved face, beautiful legs and a (too) perfect top. Expats have developed a sixth sense to limit themselves to offering just one drink. They also once had a groundbreaking experience with these beauties.
The less traveled farang does not know what hit him when such a beauty actually cares about him. One drink after another is ordered on the initiative of the beautiful, so that by the time the march is made to the hotel, the beauty hopes that the powers of observation have been affected in such a way that the goat will not be faced with the surprise of its life.
In any case, these encounters are extremely beneficial to avoid overcrowding. I saw it again at 23.30:XNUMX PM. Having become wise through trial and error, I have been able to reasonably limit the wine intake. Once again I notice that it seems as if the girls are not nearly as beautiful as they used to be and the commercialism has become considerably tougher / fiercer. I used to think all girls were beautiful, now I seldom see a girl that surprises me: even paradise cracks after a while. One last cappuccino and satisfied I go to my hotel, convinced that nowhere is better than home.
Great display.
I can watch the same ritual from the pool on our roof. There are pigeons there that bellow or rather coo. There is always a group of males present, waiting on the fence for a female to show up. One by one, the males try to convince the females of their serious intentions and sexual skills with dance steps, swollen crops and lots of bellowing. Rarely, if ever, have I seen a female respond to the advances of such a male. Apparently they are very selective in their mating behavior, which is not nearly as clear in the rest of the world around me. I have twice witnessed a female lying dead or critically ill on the water filter on the side of the pool. Once I saw that one eye was still moving so it was not completely dead. For the males, however, it was bullshit without end and a bonaza of horse drive with females not moving at all. The spectacle often reminds me of the behavior of many farang in the red light districts of Thailand who cannot stop bellowing.
I have been enjoying most of the topics and correspondence on Thailandblog for months, even years now. It is true that I have only been to Thailand on holiday and to visit friends a few times, but as a result I have become and remain a loyal reader of Thailandblog, with the exception of the holiday periods of course.
This short article is in my opinion sublimely written and actually deserves more than (or than?) one comment!
No, my next trip is definitely not going to Patpong! 🙂
Very nicely written! I used to come to Patpong very often and have had different experiences there every time. Been alone, with family, with colleagues (male and female), with a good friend who introduced me to the bars inside… every experience was different.
I have sat on terraces and seen things up close and from afar.
But I haven't been to every bar. All in a long time ago, when you could still celebrate all night.
Now I have lost interest in it: too expensive, the bars are too loud, my curiosity has been satisfied in the past. I went through it again with my girlfriend for a year or two, who did not know this and then closed it completely.
But as I read the story, old memories came to mind. Beautiful! My compliments for this story!
I've seen it there several times as well. I always find it striking that the Farang behaves very calmly. The Farang, on the other hand, is confronted with calls and seduced. Farang women feel less at ease there and often radiate this. I often wonder whether a farang woman actually likes to visit the 'night life' of Bangkok. What I always find a bit 'strange' is the street in front of the 'Japanese market'
The "Chinese market" is also served "separately" in certain places.
A non-Asian cannot enter there.
Packed together like herrings in a barrel in this photo, awful. I used to go there a lot in my younger years and then it was a quiet street with, of course, many bars. Was sometimes thrown out by a Thai bouncer. Oh yes, it's part of it and as a sailor you get used to that. For the rest it was a nice nightlife street. Soi Cowboy was just starting to emerge and the nightlife in Soi Nana didn't exist yet. Also there was Martial Law with street prohibition at night. Texas bar, based in Patpong, hosted after-hours bus trips and a busload of girls and drunk dudes on their way to Pattaya. If you wanted to come along, it cost 200 baht for a ticket. Had a wonderful time there in Bangkok.