Basaya Beach Hotel & Resort
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... Pen Rai. No problem. At the Bangkok airport, our bags did not show up so I left Tom to find the bags and I went out to see if I could talk to a ticket agent for Air China about extending Tom's departure date. I spent a frustrating hour without success at even being able to make a phone call to a representative, even with the help of three different passenger service agents. Their web site is totally unresponsive. Phone numbers do not wok. I would never travel with this ...
... new money" thing? You can see the demographic change in the signage , much more in Arabic ,Chinese and Russian . There are quite a few Russian owned Go Go bars with Russian girls working, quite what it says on their visas, if any, I wonder? I came here some 25 years ago and what a change ! Walking St was much shorter and the bars on the sea side of the Street were single story ,made of wood and on stilts out in to the water. Now all concrete and 2 or 3 storeys . Also many ...
... a long week at work having to readjust again ! And I was just plain old beat. Still the plan was to go out tonight and out we did! Yes it was quite a seedy spot were in. The famous Beach street. Hookers, lady boys and all manner of beings. I even had my penus grabbed and was told that by the lady I question hat she wanted to shag me. Later we ended up in a bar on the people watch again but it was just too much for me! It was time for ...
... whilst travelling even faster. However, my life is rarely like a movie starring a tough, rugged male star and instead I tapped weakly on Shelley's door (at first to no avail) until eventually resorting to sobbing. This did yield the desired result, also awakening Phil and Leyla, and I was soon having blood dabbed away by two concerned girls (whose maternal instincts were blossoming) whilst Phil looked on with a certain degree of manly respect (dampened ...
... was a noodle soup street stall. The lady running the show made the best noodle soup in town, and she soon started to recognise our faces as we went there almost everyday for lunch. It was a nice easy walk there from our hotel too, and cost us less than ninety pence each!
During our stay in Pattaya we learnt some devastating news. One of my dear friends back in England had passed away while struggling to fight with leukaemia. We knew he had the ...