Let me take you back a few years, namely to the year 1999. This was before I lived in Thailand, however, by this time I had already visited the countries’ sun-soaked shores over seven times. I returned each year like a nice chap and did my best to help third world poverty by employing some of the locals. Well, to be more precise, local females. After all, you have to do your bit! Feed the world and all!
I was familiar with the whole bar scene and I knew it all, or at least I thought I did. You see being a tourist and having numerous visits under your belt tends to make you a little gung-ho that way.
I used to hit the red light areas of Bangkok, all the well-known places: Soi Cowboy, Nana, and occasionally Patpong. My favorite haunts tended to be the Nana and Cowboy as they were a ten-minute walk from my hotel.
This is where I first met Chuun. Chuun was a 28-year-old woman from the Issan province. I met her at Soi Cowboy in one of it’s many bars, can’t remember off hand, funny the beer seems to have that affect on me. Well it was a long time ago, and many a brass has cum and gone since then.
Getting back to Chuun…she wasn’t a looker and I’m at odds as to why I ever picked her up. I think she looked okay in the darkness of that cowboy bar, coupled with the fact I had my beer goggles on!
Well I bar fined Chuun and took her back to the hotel. We talked in the bar and came to an agreement about her pay. I also told her that if she played her cards right with me, I might have use for her for the last couple of days of my holiday.
When we got back to the hotel, I got a look at Chuuns face, and it wasn’t any oil painting I can assure you. She looked rather gaunt, and to tell you the truth, I had seen fatter people walking out of Belsen. If my mates back home had seen her, they would have sworn I had been grave robbing! I immediately said to her, “why don’t you eat something, you look so thin.” Her reply was, “I eat nitnoi (I only eat a little).”
She didn’t get the pleasure of my member that night, due to the fact I was a little worse for wear. Therefore, I told her to save her energy because I’d be making up for it tomorrow!
We woke up the next day and being true to my word, I gave her a good time. After we had finished, she went to the bathroom. All I could hear was running water for fifteen minutes. After she emerged, we went out to get something to eat. We went to a small noodle stall and sat down.
I ordered some food and asked her what she wanted. Once again, she chose not to eat, “I’m not hungry.” Well please yourself, I thought, I can’t make you eat. So the day continued and I noticed she only ate very small amounts. When I confronted her, she again replied, “I eat nitnoi.”
We returned to the hotel later in the afternoon, and she made for the bathroom straight away. Now there wasn’t really anything suspicious in that. The only thing that struck me as strange was that she was in there for twenty minutes at a time. It happened very frequently.
I was determined to get to the bottom of this for I smelled a rat. Something just didn’t seem quite right and I felt the situation rather dodgy.
I noticed that when she went into the bathroom, she always took her handbag with her. What’s up I thought, does she think I’m a bit of a tea leaf (thief)!
When she went to the bathroom again, I tried to look under the gap at the bottom of the door. I couldn’t see anything, however I caught a whiff of something burning.
When she came out, I confronted her. What are you smoking in there? What’s that smell? Are you taking narcotics? Give me an answer now! She lied and denied everything. But there was a smell in the bathroom like I’d never smelled before. I said…. suup yaa mai (You’ve been smoking narcotics?)
Now in my younger days I dabbled in drugs. I’d done speed, valium, Temazepam, morphine, pot, LSD, mushrooms, poppers, slimming pills, steroids, and a few others, so I thought I knew a little about the subject. However, this drug was new on the scene and I had no idea about it, coupled with the fact that I’d long since given up this lifestyle.
She eventually owned up that she’d been smoking a drug called yaabaa (crazy medicine, methamphetamine) in my room. The reason I hadn’t smelled it before was the large vent in the bathroom that led onto the outside corridor. Everything made sense now…the gaunt look, the lack of appetite; geez how did I not spot that! The signs were all there right under my nose…talk about red flags!
Now what should I do?
There was only one thing to do, get rid of her!
So I made sure she got her belongings together then marched her downstairs to the reception area in a normal fashion whilst paying her for half a day. Then I walked her outside and made sure she left.
On reflection, if the cops got wind of this, or someone walking along the corridor outside got a whiff of the smoke, then I could have been looking at a boatload of trouble. You see, it would be more profitable for the cops to involve me in with the girl. Who knows she might have even turned around and said that I was the dealer, which boggles my mind. I felt relieved that the crack whore had now gone but I was still a little paranoid and ended up doing a search of my room to make certain nothing had been stashed.
The one thing I remember her saying is this… nearly all of the girls in the Nana are doing it! You have been warned!
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i remember reading about this in Maxim, and the biker gangs that all get high on that ish and race around on their bikes. even scarier considering how tough the drug laws are purported to be over there.
I saw a few girls high on yaba on my last couple of trips to BKK. The unblinking bug-eyes popping out of their head are a giveaway. As is the crazy behaviour. “nearly all the girls in nana are doing it” is perhaps an exaggeration, but if a girl does appear to be on something then give her a wide berth. A mate of mine bought a drink for a girl on the yaba in the Beergarden (Soi 7). I was giving a few funny looks and trying hard not to laugh. Her eyes were just about popping out of her head. When he got up to go to the dunny she started beating the cr*p out of me - my 130kg was no match for her 40kg, she got in a few good whacks and punches and a painful scratch down my side. We got out of there while I still had my balls.