Hello Dear Fellow Travelers!
It’s been a while since I last said this, but writing it here always adds a little extra thrill—of course, I mean here in Bangkok, the city I’ve learned to love, which never fails to offer pleasant surprises and new adventures to experience. The more years go by, the more I feel at home, because alongside all the new things, some things remain the same. And it’s not routine—it’s a set of reference points to reconnect with and pick up from where I left off last time, even though many things here change very quickly.
This trip was extremely enjoyable, mainly because I flew Business Class with Swiss Air on the outbound flight. Swiss Air, Switzerland’s flag carrier and part of the Lufthansa Group, is worth every cent of the price difference from economy—especially since my upgrade cost only a few hundred euros more. Considering that I usually spend an extra hundred just to sit in the front row and stretch my legs, the actual difference is less than one might think.
To make it short, the first leg from Florence to Zurich literally flew by. Despite the short distance, a snack was served, and soon I was back on the ground. After a one-and-a-half-hour layover, the only minor inconvenience was a roughly 20-minute delay due to another connecting flight, which for me was almost a bonus—more time to enjoy an extra cigarette without rushing.
Priority boarding came immediately after the few first-class passengers^^. I have two carry-ons—my trusty backpack plus one more—which is another perk of Business Class. I don’t like checking bags; it’s unnecessary and could only lead to hassles like delays or lost luggage.
The Zurich–Bangkok flight was perfect. Champagne was served while waiting for takeoff. At that moment, the passenger in front of me politely asked if we could swap seats because his wife was in the one next to me. I explained that not all seats are the same and I had specifically chosen this one for the extra space and partial privacy from the aisle, so I just said, “I like this one,” and he gave up. He tried swapping with another passenger who accepted, so all good for them.
Once at cruising altitude, dinner arrived—delicious and properly served, not in economy-style plastic trays. I paired it with a couple of decent wines, which helped me drift off. Soon after dinner, I started dozing while watching a movie, then reclined my seat and fell asleep like a happy, pampered child.
Six hours later, I woke to the cabin lights still dim. Stretching like a cat, I took the opportunity to use the restroom while passing sleeping passengers. Shortly afterward, the lights came on fully, and breakfast was served—pre-selected from a menu with an overwhelming variety of options.
Landing is always a pleasure after a long trip, and by now at Bangkok’s Suvarnabhumi Airport, I move around like it’s my own backyard. I set up the TDAC on my phone and join the line for immigration; there aren’t many people, and in ten minutes I’m through. I go outside to smoke, only to discover that the open smoking area has been replaced with small enclosed rooms in the same spot, which makes no sense at all—it surely costs them, and despite the exhaust fans, the rooms are way too smoky. Some things really have no logic.
I peek inside but leave immediately, since even as a smoker I can’t stand spaces saturated with smoke. I try my luck one floor down, where just past the exits there’s a more hidden smoking area, mostly used by staff rather than passing travelers. I had noticed it before looking down from the upper floor, and for some reason, smoking areas are one of the few things my memory remembers easily.
Anyway, I quickly change all my money into Baht at Super Rich (the small orange booth on the floor where you catch the airport train—the lowest level, impossible to miss). Then I buy a SIM card with unlimited data for 30 days at the True counter, a well-known mobile operator, and get a token for the train to Phaya Thai. I take the train from the lower level, which rises to the surface and becomes elevated, then get off at the BTS station and buy a ticket to Nana. From there, I walk to Soi 13 and enter the lobby of Hyde Condo, where they register me with a facial scan to open the doors and give me an electronic key for the apartment and elevator.
The condo is modern, quiet, peaceful, and gives a premium feel, much like its namesake on Soi 11, where I stayed for about ten days last summer. The apartment is slightly smaller but still over 50 sqm, with a small terrace perfect for enjoying a smoke in peace or drying laundry. The view isn’t great, but I can see the Bayoke Tower and other parts of Bangkok’s skyline in the distance. From the glass wall and the small openable window in the room, I can see the Nana BTS station and the surrounding area, since I’m on the twelfth floor—not too low. There’s also a pool I haven’t tried yet, but it looks decent, and I’ll explore the rest over the next few days.
From now on, I’ll officially be living here for about a month. And I like it.
Anyway, in the evening I decide to return to my favorite BJ bar, and I notice that at the far end of the alley a new Japanese-style Nuru Massage has opened. I add it to my “to-do” list and head into 7 Heaven, right after an Asian customer who passes me while I finish my Marlboro at the entrance. As I open the door, two Japanese clients leave, laughing and chatting happily. Inside, there are two more, and a sign on the reception desk says that the attendant has gone to the bathroom, so a little queue is forming. Everyone is focused on their phones, while I take the time to look around because I like observing the scene.
Fortunately, no other customers arrive. The receptionist finishes her tasks and, with almost magical efficiency, sorts everything out in five minutes. Despite the coming and going of people and the three ahead of me who have already chosen their girls, there are still six available. In total, at least fifteen girls are listed on the tablet, but among those currently available is Mali, whom a friend had highly recommended. Without hesitation, I choose her, pay the 1,300 Baht for the standard BJ, and before I even sit back down, she’s ready.
She has a pretty face and immediately comes across as friendly and lively, though aesthetically she doesn’t quite compare to my favorite, Tokyo. In the second-floor room, I notice they’ve replaced the small storage cabinets, but everything else is the same, and the procedure is as usual. Mali immediately adopts a very seductive, professional demeanor—enough to make even the Pope hard—and she knows exactly what she’s doing. I enjoy her services and add her to my personal podium, right behind Tokyo and Lin, confirming that this Pink Salon never disappoints.
In the evening, I stop by Nana Plaza and notice there are plenty of girls around but not many customers, which works perfectly for me—more competition among the girls means more choice. I greet a couple of old acquaintances and then end the night at the
For now, that’s all. Hoping I haven’t bored you with my travel tales, I’ll check in again in a few days with the first proper summary featuring something more interesting. I actually plan to visit at least three more BJ bars—or “blowjob spots,” if you prefer—and I’ll let you know how it goes.
See you soon! ^^
