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So with breakfast done and slightly disappointing we slowly, very slowly headed back out into town. We wanted to go over to the island, it’s off the coast and you can hire scooters and guns. Marcin had never shot anything before and after being surrounded by weapons through our trip he wanted something to go bang in his hand.
We had a wait for the ferry so we went and got some food, I was still hungry after my guts had taken the opportunity to empty out their entire contents
After that he was hungry so we stopped for him to eat some deep fried dead things on sticks and headed back to the ferry. A guy offered us a ride on a smaller passenger speed-boat for only 200bhats each, only £1 more than the slow, boring, plodding ferry. We took that and it was far more fun. It crunched and jumped over the waves, crashing down hard until doors on cupboards fell off inside and the female passengers screamed. It was cool. We were back in around 10 minutes and delivered right to the hotel. We had been left a message by a guy in the hotel. We called it up and the guy was a fellow biker from the UK who had moved to Pattaya 6 years ago. We arranged to head out to eat and meet him later at the hotel
I guess the omelette had whetted my appetite and I fancied something distinctly western. We found a kebab shop run by an actual Turk so we gave it a try. I had falafel and Marcin had something with meat in it. It was spicy but far and away the best Turkish food I had eaten outside of Germany, the food in Turkey was actually quite poor. We had a quick chat about it with the owner who seemed happy to be appreciated and then went off to meet the guy. We grabbed some beers and sat in the lobby waiting. He turned up later on a Harley Davidson. We wandered down to the beech and chatted for hours. He had an interesting perspective on the red-light district. The previous night we had walked through and I had begun to find it a bit on the offensive side. You can’t go 5 yards without being offered a show or a good time. One guy offered a show where a girl would shoot needles and razor blades out of her vagina I told him angrily I wanted to see him do that with his vagina and he backed away fairly suddenly. Unfortunately there were plenty more where that came from.
Now this biker was older than us and maybe a bit wiser, either way he’s seen a side of this country i’m not too fond of. He said Pattaya is "reject city". All the girls are damaged goods, they’ve got kids they can’t support, husbands who ran off and families that don’t want them. Girls here have no earning power, they make less than £100 a month in honest jobs and obviously can’t live on that, even more so when they have to send money home to support their children. The guys are damaged too, mostly they’re fed up with their home countries, they’re old or fat or just not attractive to women and mostly he was right. The place simply isn’t crawling with young lads on a party weekend, it’s full of guys and women simply making the best of it in an economy that is just hopelessly biased.
So the last night in Pattaya we spent having a few quiet beers on a beach with a nice guy we met here. Nothing heavy and no crazy adventures to report.... at least officially.