Last Week in Patpong for 29.5.22

Happy Sunday to you, reader. Thanks for stopping by. My name’s Seven and this is my blog. Bangkok’s oldest red-light district, also known as Patpong, had itself a festive week. A new gogo bar opened on Soi 1, and there were two big weekend parties on Soi 2. And this intrepid gogo rat was there…

Last Week in Patpong for 22.5.22

What’s up reader, my name’s Seven and this is my blog. How’s your dry day going? If you’re reading this on Sunday morning, you’re more than halfway through 24 hours of imposed sobriety thanks to local elections—that is, if you didn’t plan ahead and stock your fridge yesterday. Stay strong. Alcohol will resume flowing this…

One Night (and a Half) in Pattaya

In The Smiths song “The Queen is Dead,” Morrissey asks “Oh, has the world changed or have I changed?” I wonder the same thing, only about Pattaya. How they hangin’ reader, my name’s Seven and this is my blog. The last three times I’ve gone to Pattaya—heretofore I’ll refer to as Ptown—has produced a disturbing…

One Night in Nana

What’s up reader, my name’s Seven and this is my blog. I’m what you’d call a Pong Rat—a monger/punter who prefers the dark, sinister sois of Patpong to the other RLDs in BKK. I love the grit, the history, and most of all, the girls. They’re an eclectic collection (eclectollection) of party monsters, most of…

Last Week in Patpong for 1.5.2022

Happy Sunday, reader. I’m Bangkok Seven and this is my blog. It’s been 9 days since my 3-week purgatory vacation in the United States, and 7 straight nights in Patpong has proved to be adequate therapy for purging any negative effects caused by exposure to the poisonous hellscape of America. (Pictured above: at Black Pagoda,…