did you guys get rakeback from party poker for july?

Sure, will you cook?

Do they have turkey in bangkok?

There sure have a lot of chicken

Actually I'd be happy to if there's a place to cook. There's going to be fingers chopped off if you try to interfere though.

KKF, sounds like you really need that rb FWIW, none of the people I know personally in Thailand (some of whom are active on this thread) play on Party. You can try emailing Degen since he's an affiliate and would know about this.

A nice story for you guys: ( well worth a read IMO )
"All hiss and arrogance and sex power. She made me wilt." (Fanta)

KRYPTONITE IN WHITE

I'm heading for the big glass lobby door of the AA Hotel and before I get to it I see an apparition of femininity, and sexuality, and smoldering ego coming down the center of the soi from the 2nd Road end that just stops me in my tracks. She is about 5'10" in heels, serpentine curved, sexually vibrating like a tuning fork, and clothed in a bare shoulders-to-knee micron thin white dress that looks like it had to pulled on with pliers. White heels.

My hand does not even get to the door handle. I am just frozen, transfixed, hypnotized. And then it hits me. I saw this same woman going up Soi 8 a couple of nights ago. I was sitting at one of those kinda open air bars with a nice Thai lady when this woman in white appeared walking up the center of the soi. I could not help but stare and the woman I was with did not take offence. "Bootiful lady", she said. I agreed and the two of us watched her walk all the way up the soi like two old fishermen staring at a lights blazing luxury liner going by. Most of our lives are bluff and bluster but once in a while you just know that your tawdry life and your common thoughts have been trumped. Gods and goddesses walk amongst us and every now and then you get to see one.

And why in each case was she walking in the center of the soi; the other night on Soi 8 and on this night on Soi 13? Walking down the centers of sois is dangerous because of motorbike and car traffic. No sensible person would do it. Thais know better. She is walking down the centers of the sois in Pattaya in this gaspingly beautiful white dress and white heels because that is her job. Her job on earth is to display. To show the world our sex dreams in the flesh. Sure I know that when you were young you had hidden in your bedroom National Geographic magazines with pictures of bare breasted native women. And then after that in your teenage years you graduated to the fancy men's magazines or maybe in your small town you managed to score some porno playing cards. Then of course you were in the military and you still tell big stories about bad girls from that experience. Marriage followed, then divorce; and then some catch up time with girls. Yup, you're a real man. Done it all.

Well, not quite. It's tough sometimes to retrench mentally but this woman's job is to show you what you do not know, and what you have not done. You are not qualified to be toilet paper stuck to the bottom of her shoe. She knows it and you looking at her as she walks up the center of any soi in Pattaya would know it also. This is a different game, and a different woman, and a different level of sex. It is start over time for you Mr. Big Talk. This is sex you didn't dream of when you were looking at National Geographic pictures of dusky maidens with dirty feet and fleas. That is why she is using the sois as stages of display. The walk up the center of the soi is the maximum exposure, the biggest show; the performance she was put on earth to do. She is doing her job. She is fulfilling her destiny. She is sex.

Sweet Jesus on a cracker she is headed for this hotel. God give me the strength to breath, she is coming up the AA Hotel steps. I open the glass door and put my arm around her and start to walk her to the elevator. I know what I want, and I am not going to turn a gift from God down. But she twists out of my embrace and makes for the front desk. ID card time. Hookerville. That means she is here to meet someone.

Just then the elevator door opens and out comes Bill. Bill who I had chatted up in the Sportsman's Bar yesterday at breakfast. Bill who is from Australia and worked in Jeddah, Saudia Arabia for a US construction company building plywood forms for pouring concrete at the new airport in the 70's. I had done the same work at the same time for the DeFelice construction company out of Connecticut in the United States. So Bill and I had something in common. We were not equal but it was fun to make a connection. Then my new Sportsman's Bar breakfast friend Bill got hired on at Aramco in Saudia Arabia. I had entertained the idea in the 70's but wasn't man enough to make it happen. Like I said, Bill and I were not equal. Then the oil industry and Bill hooked up for good. They spent money on him and he never let them down. He became a global player with a file in Human Resources that had a cover stamp that said--WILL GO ANYWHERE ANYTIME. Never went back to England. Bill is about my age now and has had a life of well adjusted gypsy work, and a well adjusted gypsy personal life all over the world. Not for most. Worked for Bill. He does what he wants, and he gives his employer good service, and the rest is nobody's damn business. Living the life of a man.

Bill can see my misty eyes, and he can see his lady love at the front desk. "Sorry mate", he says: "Already taken. But you can ride up in the elevator with us if you want to get one more hungry dog look." I don't have to be asked twice. Three of us in the elevator. Two old dogs and a woman of such surpassing beauty, and ego dense sexuality that everyone can hear their hearts beating. Bill playfully pushes her towards me. Confident. He knows she won't leave oil rig money. She likes being offered up as sex bait. Mature people playing adult games.

I am staring at her without pride and without shame. Everyone doing their job. Bill making the process go forward, she filling the elevator cab with the Devil's temptation, and me worshiping like a dog staring at a meat wagon. Out of the elevator on the fifth floor and the three of us snake around the skylight that connects all the floors. At the maid's station I stand and stare as the woman in white and Bill go down the hall. She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles a kryptonite smile that would neuter Superman.

God bless trannies.

anyone knows a good hotel (classy) like the grand president?
maybe 100$ cheaper for a month?
the basic studio is 36k bath (1.1k) id like it to be around 1k or 900

Well done ofdabeat exactly what this thread needed!

I am really sorry to hear that. We were in Phuket for 3 days but flew out yesterday. Now we are up north preparing for a hill tribe trek.

Thailand: a haven for pedophiles, mad scientists
This is like a combination of Apocalypse Now and The Island of Dr. Moreau.

Thats some good writing ofdabeat. Where do you find these articles?

Koreans....they also eat dogs

That's from Dana, this guy is a legend.He's also a complete madman, writing a book about thailand since a few years now.

Another one from him that i like :

Captain Pattaya here with an idea of such brilliance and such 'smack-your-hand-on-your-- forehead' obviousness that when I lay it out for you embarrassment will be your emotional state. No ploblum dude. Not many people are as smart as I am. Hey, don't worry about it. I am used to people smacking themselves on the forehead when they are around me.

But first a review. It is estimated by Thai government officials that from Soi 1 to Soi 16 and from Beach Road up to 3rd road in Pattaya that there are approximately 20,000 working girls. And we are not talking about maids. We are talking about the wonderful women that your father should have clued you in on and had you meet when you were eighteen years old. But he was married so a lot of important things did not get done. He wasn't getting any sex so screw you. People get mean.

Since there is little or no control over how people breed there are a lot of idiots in the world and invariably the fascist inclined wind up in charge of some part of your life. All of these people hate happy people and all of these people hate sex. So just as the Universe has a background radiation noise that is constant; Pattaya has a constant noise from these moralists and leaders and community activists and church people and family advocates. And that constant noise is that the wonderful women of Pattaya that will exchange sex for money should be somehow . . . well, something should be done.

I believe their secret wish is that all of these angels from heaven be sent to Antarctica to service penguins. Maybe that is why all of the penguins have been wearing tuxedos for the last 10,000 years--they have been waiting. Anyway, in the opinions of these fascists and moralists and little dick dweebs; the resulting Pattaya community between Beach Road and 3rd Road and Soi 1 to Soi 16 would be improved by the absence of these angels. One could sell Bibles door to door again without having to hear the banging and crashing and screaming and moaning and heaving and grunting and laughing and giggling of people inside doing something Biblical. Sex.

Well, I am nothing if not a modern man of conciliatory impulse and bone marrow reasonableness and diplomacy. Add my brain to this and you never know what will happen. So it follows as the night follows the day that compromise might just be the social solution that would make everyone happy. I have an idea . . . oh forget the word idea. This is an intellectual explosion of brilliance that makes a supernova look like popping a pimple. Prepare to rewrite all of the Great Men of the World books. Luckily I am humble.

Anyway, this social concept will make the seekers of sex happy and will also make the haters of sex happy. That's right--I am going to make every single person in Pattaya happy without increasing the tax base. Do I hear the birds chirping the word genius?

To wit: The community from Beach Road to 3rd Road and from Soi 1 to Soi 16 will have no obvious signs of sex commerce but the total amount of sexual opportunity will not diminish. Grab your baht bus Heinz and Sven and Manny and Todd--here it comes.

Sound of Trumpets . . .

I propose that all twenty thousand prostitutes in Pattaya be moved to the Beach Road boulevard between Sois 13/0 (opposite the AA Hotel) and Soi 13/3 (Pattayaland 1). It is a distance of about two hundred yards. So that works out to about 100 women per yard. Naturally with density such as this there would be some spillage and there would be women on the beach and maybe even standing in the water. Guys cruising with big elections should probably avoid negotiating with the water girls because we all know what cold water does to . . . well, you know what I am talking about. Anyway, there would be 20,000 girls in about 200 yards at a linear density of 100 girls per yard. If you add another 30,000 guys to this mix you are going to be having 50,000 sexually interested people in one place. 250 people per yard of boulevard. It's a good thing there is the beach and water for spillage (don't you love it when a plan comes together). Anyway, there will be interested private parts touching without calculation or forethought. Who wants to party?

Hell, all you would have to do would be to stand in one spot and you would have pale faced Chiang Mai wonders, and dark skinned Isaan minxes, and southern Thai Malays, and spooky Khymers, and incomprehensible Laotians rubbing against you. Works for me. Drop 100mg of Viagra and wander around with a tent stake sticking out. Honk if you love Asian culture. Honk if you love big elections.

The Bible people can simply avoid driving down Beach road and seeing happy human beings; and the sexually normal humans will have choice and convenience and happy vibes heretofore only imagined. Naturally I will be in charge of everything and I will accept my fee in trade (if you know what I mean). I will supervise from the 6th floor ocean facing suite in the AA Hotel and from the Starbucks Coffee 2nd floor outside terrace and from the mezzanine landing on the way up to Swenson's Ice Cream and from the steps of the Royal Garden Plaza.

There will be almost no rules of any kind. Women and guys can dress anyway they want. Ok, forget that. There will be some rules. The women will have to wear high heeled shoes. Now there are no more rules. Wait a minute, the guy thing needs some attention. No French, or mainland Chinese, or rich Koreans, or Japs, or Russians, or Eastern Europeans, or skinheads from Britain and Europe or Thais. I know what you are thinking--

"That's not a complete list Dana."

Yes, I know. There are some other religious-cultural party killers. Societies and people that do not treat others different than themselves with respect, and societies and individuals who do not treat women with dignity and respect. Don't worry. The girls will take care of that. All of the girls have been issued scissors and all of the girls have been issued monthly quotas they can't exceed. No worries mate.

Ok, that's it. Now it is party time. Hours for boardwalk liaisons will be 7:00 a.m. to 3:00 a.m. (we need four hours to clean up mystery meat sticks and eggshells from boiled eggs). No public misbehavior (it's a meeting place, not a performance venue), and no yelling and no arm waving (sorry Italians), and no displays of money, and no fighting and grabbing and groping, and no drunkenness (sorry rugby and soccer 'fans'). Although there will be 50,000 people in a two hundred yard strip of the boulevard that should not dilute the dignity of the gathering. It is all about love.

Ok, let's get away from the nitty gritty details and just imagine this guys. Every day of the year weather permitting there would be 20,000 Thai females of the happy bonking kind between Soi 13/0 and Soi 13/3. One hundred of them per yard. Any man who actually walked from Soi 13/0 opposite the AA Hotel to Soi 13/3 past the Royal Garden Plaza without falling in love would be instantaneously excommunicated because he was defective in some way. Active participants only. No neuters, gays, religious literature fools, backpackers, or farang women of any kind.

The above categories plus nationality and cultural group non-inclusions plus yelling and grabbing and groping and cigarette smoking and drinking and arm waving and fighting are some of the infractions, infringements and violations I'll be watching for from the various official vantage points like Swenson's and Starbucks and the AA Hotel and the steps of the Royal Garden Plaza.

Will I be incognito? No. I'll be extremely highly visible and addressed as Captain Pattaya. I'll be wearing the official Captain Pattaya uniform of elephant decorated beach pants, Indian cotton shirt, black foam Nike sandals, silver jewellery, cell phone, binoculars, laptop, head mounted antenna, megaphone, handcuffs, stun gun, mace, pepper spray (works on foreigners only--Thais actually like it), baton, ticket book (yes you can get ticketed for infractions--it's not anarchy), official badge on chain around my neck, rules handout forms, aviator sunglasses of the military kind, sun umbrella, pith helmut, clipboard, and big pen. I'll also have a backpack with emergency items for the girls such as cell phone batteries, condoms, tampons, and makeup mirrors. Ok, I can't run in this outfit (the head mounted antenna is a bitch) but there will be other deputized Danas working the crowd.

People think my job being in charge of this whole thing will be nothing but clear blue skies and slavish hero worship. Who are you kidding? When is the last time you were in charge of 20,000 of the world's most beautiful and most promiscuous women? In fact, not to put too fine a point on it; when was the last time you were actually in charge of one woman? It won't be easy for me but sacrifice for the team is practically my middle name. Selfless giving is my natural instinct. I've been giving to the girls of Pattaya for years and I intend to keep right on giving. Right living produces good karma and that is its own reward. Or something.

Actually, I would rather have cheese as a reward but I digress. At any rate, I'm in charge of everything which is why big ass midgets in short pleated skirts and big bulge trannies in clear plastic heels will be encouraged. It's a party. Get with the program. If you haven't had Wan the door girl from the Hollywood Strip bar and a rolling eyeball transvestite from the Obsessions bar and an anxious-to-please midget from the first floor NEP Lollipops bar in your hotel room at the same time--well, then . . . ok, I'm not a storyteller. You'll just have to imagine. Whether it is Bangkok or Pattaya you either know what a party is or you don't. With this new social program and geographical change we are going to ratchet up the P for Party in Pattaya. Get with the program.

Anyway I am not a Himalayan cave mendicant but a highly socialized animal not immune to the charms of public recognition. I predict that as this idea becomes a social success for the greater Pattaya community that I will become recognized by the Bible readers, and moralists, and fascists, and family value people, and community standards advocates (yawn), and given various kinds of awards and things. I love receiving awards and accolades and cutting ribbons and holding up plaques and trophies and posing for photographers because there is usually some kind of cheese around at these events. I love cheese. (Hint: If you put your medications in cheese you do not get that bitter taste.)

Anyway, it wouldn't surprise me if the mayor of Pattaya recognised me for my public contributions at a function where the centrepiece was a life-size bargirl carved from a giant piece of cheese. You could take a som tam spoon and scoop some mozzarella right out of her crotch. Just thinking. Cheese dips and cheese on toothpicks and slices of cheese and cubes of cheese. Cheese nipples maybe. Love cheese.

In the psychiatric treatment facility in Boston (diagnosis: 'Pattaya Possessed with Delusions of Grandeur') the nurses used to tape oven mitts to our wrists at night so that we wouldn't touch ourselves. Attempts at self-love were still possible but the fine motor skills were gone. A little like trying to put a worm on a hook wearing boxing gloves. Theoretically possible but hardly worth the effort. Oven mitts taped to your wrists and loving don't go together. It was kind of a bummer. But during the daytime there was always lots of thirty year old surplus government cheese in the recreation room. You could eat it until you got so stopped up they had to use the rectum apple corer to get you going again, or you could carve a huge chunk of it in the shape of a transvestite and wander the halls with a cheese tranny in your pants. So it was oven mitts at night--kind of a bummer; and cheese by day--simply fabulous. Kind of a ying and yang thing. Life works out. Love cheese.

Anyway, I predict public recognition from the Pattaya Municipal government and the World Council of Churches for my forward thinking social solution to the Pattaya Prostitute Problem (PPP). I also predict that an orgasm in Pattaya will become known as a Dana.

aptain Pattaya here beaming this question out to you worldwide through my head mounted antenna from the steps of the Royal Garden Plaza: Who thinks this whole thing is a great idea?

Who wants me to carve a cheese tranny for them? I'll meet you on the boardwalk between Soi 13/0 (opposite the AA Hotel) and Soi 13/3 (Pattayaland 1). Twenty thousand women will be there. And they won't be selling prawns or sunhats. Big elections? No ploblum. Don't speak Thai? No ploblum. Electric shock burns on your balls? No ploblum. You like to tie girls to the bed and lick their feet? No ploblum. You like to walk around with a cheese tranny in your pants? No ploblum.

Psychiatric ward oven mitts taped to your wrists? That's a ploblum. Oven mitts and loving don't go together. No oven mitts allowed.

This is a subject that has been take up before but in small bits and pieces but can get some answers together on the subject of what sites works and where they work(because its my understanding that some sites are blocked in different provinces and etc) I know this information is useful to alot of people:


FTP:[ ]
Party:[ ]
Ipoker:[ ]
Ongame:[ ]
stars:[ ]
Prima:[ ]

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neteller: [ ]


have I forgotten anyone?

Im in Phuket

I can tell you

acess fine for

FTP
STARS
PRIMA

Party BAD (IE blocked)

Neteller SUPER UBER BAD (If you attempt to login to an account from a Thai ISP Security will lock ur acct)

iPoker works. Party is blocked by Party. I don't know what network Betfair is on, but it works in Laos, so I assume it would work in Thailand. I think Moneybookers is the best ewallet available.

i need a favor..
who's gonna be in bangkok next week? im arriving thursday.

I need someone to check my poker game. im having a HUGE downswing and id love to talk it over with someone. im pretty sure im playing horribly even though its at least 60% huge badbeats
ill pay the beers

As long as you don't say "yes but it's because..." to all my suggestion ( and it's NL ) why not.

I ran ridiculously hot when ofdabeat was sweating me. I would say things like "ok, now all I need to do is turn my set" and it would happen. It was actually kind of eerie.

holy [censored], thanks for the heads up.

PARTY: I played at party when I was in patong earlier this year(march). It worked then but it lagged. Then I heared it was blocked in pattaya, thats why I added the 'where they work' part. But I would trust teabag and not go down there with any money on your account.

ONGAME: I couldent logg on, the tables dident appear(betsson). According to the support on a smaller skin the website should be blocked but you should have access to the tables. This is the opposite of what i experienced.

FTP: Their clients where everywhere on the cafes.

WhoIam, ok thnx. Im heading up to Vientiane in early 2008, anything else then 'play on Ipoker- keep money on Moneybookers' I need to know?
Is Laos as simple as thailand to travel in? It seems like a hot place to be at atm. I like Thailand but its getting a bit wornout and its always good to experience something else..

eheh yes, I also remember 2 flopped quads in 20 min

It can be almost impossible at times to find a usable internet connection at public places. Assuming you have a laptop, you can get a reliable connection at Joma (Vientiane's version of Starbucks) but you have to pay roughly $2/hr. This is 4-5x what you would pay in an internet cafe. If I'm still here in '08, you can play at my house in exchange for some beer or coaching if you play higher than I do.

There are plenty of buses and inexpensive flights between the major areas of Laos. The country is a lot more spread out than Thailand.

Just woke up tired, drenk, shagged out TR:

Bangla:
Seduction Disco 12AM-1AM 30BHT drinks FTW!
5 Vodka redbulls and 2 red labels for 240BHT (little tip yo)

Tiger: 1AM -2AM
2 Beer Singhas

Crowd is mehish (too many old worn out birds)

Hop on the Motorbike:
21min ride down to Nai Harn.

Bamboo Bar (owned by German friend of mine) 230AM-330AM
2 sangsom and cokes
hr long chat with 70 yr old Dutch Expat artist who has lived in Phuket for 23 yrs and Cutie (though Muslim) Thai barmaid who I apparently made some sort of "if we're both not married in 3 years, we marry" pact with a month ago.

2min drive to ICON Disco Nai Harn
335AM-430AM:
1 Beer Singha
Meet multiple hotties.
Chat up young (21yr old) friend of bird I tried to pull a month ago
Bird I tried to pull a month ago shows up and to avoid drama I with 21yr old hottie in tow "leg it" to the door and motorbike.

5min drive to Laguna Bar Nai Harn
435AM-545AM
2 Beer Singha
1 Laguna Hamburger
Much grindy dancing with hottie to super bass thumping open air disco

She's convinced to take the long ride back to Patong with me.

Hop on motorbike.
15min drive to Safari Disco (outskirts of Patong on hill) ((She wants more dancing and it's hard to refuse)

6AM-730AM Safari
2 Beer SIngha
Mucho pelvic grindy mcgrindy with hottie
PS (she pretty drenk by now and losing inhibition)

10 Min ride to my flat

740AM-1230PM
Showered (both of us) hop i bed, turn on AC.
Shes pretty drenk so we decide to ahve a wee sleep afore any festivities.

1230PM "BANG BANG BANG!" on my front door
"Oh shizit!" It's the crazy ex-gf, blabbering on and on about curtains for her new massage shop and how some seamstress fecked up the sewing job. I tell her IM tired, I have a headache, and I'm going to sleep.

1235PM-1240PM
Explain to hottie that twas "baa" ex gf and I sent her away.
Hottie is cool with explanation, hops to batroom for another shower.
She returns to bedroom, drops towel and is, like, wearin nothing!

She hops into bed and proceeds to use me for like 70 mins. (Don't worry. I don't mind being used)

210PM-400PM
Sleep some morez

400PM-425PM
drive hottie back to Nai Harn for dropoff (with arrangement o meet Saturday night again at friends party at Bamboo Bar.

425PM-500PM
Drive back to Patong, pickup some tasty Khao Pad Kung (Thai shrimp fried rice)
and back to my flat.

Bout to take a nap, wake up at 1030PM, and see If i can go for a repeat performance tonight.


CLIFF NOTES: It's a hard life, but someone has to do it.

How did you find a safe and reliable place to stay for the long term?
Did you visit Thailand regularly before making the move?
Do I need a buddy to visit for about a month or is going by oneself viable?

lol actualy i just want to abide and get yelled at for probably playing like a donk

god im so excited... leaving in 5 days!