Hello Fellow Travelers!

I‘m writing to you from my usual spot in the “Secret Room” of Il Redattore (you know i’m Italian, and “Il Redattore” it’s my nick name, wich means “The Editor” in English) , and maybe one day I’ll introduce it to give you an idea of where I spend a good portion of my time when I’m not out causing trouble^^. I’ve just returned from the land of smiles, where, as usual, I recharged my batteries before heading back to the cold winter of the Italian boot and its surroundings.
I’ll start the summary from where we left off, which is Friday, January 5th. I strangely woke up at the time when I usually go to sleep when I’m in Bangkok. Since I was awake, I headed over to The Game, the American bar with a veranda overlooking Sukhumvit under the BTS Nana station. This time I ordered a burger, which wasn’t bad as breakfast. It’s definitely better than McDonald’s; I’d say it was worth trying. I’m not a regular there, but there are a few waitresses, and one of them remembers having served me a few days earlier. She seems eager to chat, and since there weren’t many customers at the time, after taking my order, she brings me a Chang beer and sits down next to me to talk, even though I was just messing around on my phone. In the end, she’s nice, and if it weren’t for the fact that there’s too much choice here, and there’s better entertainment elsewhere, I’d say she wouldn’t be half bad. But I’ve got other plans and I’m there to eat in peace, so I don’t pay much attention. After a while, she gets back to work, brings me my food, and later comes back with a smile to ask if I need anything else. I smile politely and tell her I’m fine. She gives up and I finish my meal in peace while browsing through pictures of the girls working at 7 Heaven on my phone, thinking about who my next pick might be.
There’s this girl named April, who seems to have a nice body, but the photos have her face obscured, so I can’t tell if she’s cute or not. I’ll have to investigate in person, of course. I finish my hamburger, call the waitress from before, and she comes bouncing over asking, “Another beer?” “No thanks, I’ll pay and leave.” “It’s 9:30 in the morning, do you think I’m an alcoholic?” I wanted to say, but since I haven’t even had a tea, I stay silent. After paying the bill, I say goodbye. I take the skytrain upstairs and spend the rest of the morning at EM Quartier and its surroundings. Then, in the afternoon, I head back to Soi 33, and when I enter 7 Heaven, I directly ask about April, who is listed in the reception book. I see an uncensored photo of her face and think she’s cute, so I choose her. They tell me to wait 10 minutes, so I leave the 1300 Baht at the cashier and settle down on the couch while a couple of customers come and go, both clearly Japanese, confirming that the place caters mainly to Japanese clients in the area, although of course, I’m not the only foreigner there. I hear a voice beyond the reception, and the cashier invites me into the more interesting part of the place, where April is waiting for me. When I see her, I can’t help but smile because she looks much better in person than in the photos. “Banzai!” I follow her up the stairs to the room, same procedure as always. She leaves me there, I take off my clothes, and after a while, she comes back. She’s not chatty, but she’s nice and plays her role well with a voice like an Hentai dubbing actress It’s the kind of experience that, for my taste, really stimulates the senses. No wonder that when she’s stroking me by the sink, I’m already rock hard—and she hasn’t even taken off her top yet. That happens as soon as I lie down on the bed, revealing a pair of respectable breasts, nicely proportioned to her petite and well-shaped body.
From that point on, I just let myself be pampered by her tongue and those carefully crafted moans—sure, it’s all theater, but it adds to the atmosphere, along with the genuine gurgling from her deep throat when she takes it all the way down. I like it.
What I liked less was that at the end she dodged finishing in her mouth, opting instead to let me spray only on her lips and face with the help of her hand. Not that it’s bad in itself, of course, but considering that CIM is supposed to be their specialty here, it wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. No tip for her, but in terms of looks, she’s currently at the top of the Seven Heaven girls—at least for now.
I head back out into the street feeling satisfied and go for a walk to Asok, then take the train back to Nana, even though it’s only about 700 meters from one station to the other. In the evening, I return to my favorite playground: Nana Plaza. I go to Angel Witchjust enough time for a beer before heading out again, as there’s nothing particularly interesting going on. I move over to Billboard to see if there’s Miao That I liked it but I don’t see it, however, I’m sitting on a stool poolside and I have to say, the girl with number 300 really catches my eye. She’s got that mischievous vibe I like—seems a bit wild in a good way—and besides having a nice ‘teen-like’ body, her style is totally my thing. A little devil I’d happily let tempt me, especially since we exchanged glances a couple of times and she kept smiling. But I was stuck there between a depressed Chinese guy and a half-drunk Indian, so I left her to her business and headed downstairs, where I had a couple of drinks at Rainbow 5 with a girl covered in tattoos—even on her ass (literally, her entire back and buttocks all the way down to the sacred orifice). But aside from that, she turned out to be less interesting than she seemed at first, so I left. Outside, I came across a little lost lamb who works at Rainbow 4 right next door. I take her inside for a drink—she’s really, really cute, but unfortunately also a bit bland. Eye candy, sure, but no real spark. So I head down to the ground floor, walk past Twister, and spot a girl with little glasses who really catches my eye from afar, so I go in for a better look. The place isn’t exactly one of my favorites, but in my opinion, if it were managed better and properly updated, it could easily stand on the same level as Butterflies or Billboard. The lineup of girls is impressive, with a few exceptions here and there, but overall there’s plenty of variety to suit all tastes. One strange thing that really shows how the Twister is poorly organized is that after I sat down at the back of the room, I was left there for at least 10 minutes without a drink. I didn’t call anyone on purpose just to see how long it would go on, but eventually, since I wanted a drink, I called the Miss Glasses from the stage, who looked a bit puzzled seeing me there without an open tab. So I explained the funny situation to her, telling her I was just thirsty, and she took care of it. She kept me company until around 2:00 AM, repeatedly suggesting that we go somewhere more Hotel considering that, between one drink and another, the preliminaries had already started, let’s say. I like her—she’s 24, outgoing and funny, doesn’t cause any trouble, and likes to play all around. The problem is, at that moment, I’m just not in the mood to have sex. It’s strange for me to say that, but it’s true. If we were already in the room, she’d probably already be in position for the “sacred sheep test” even though I’m not in top form and my blood alcohol level has already gone a bit beyond what’s reasonable to fully enjoy it, the thought of calling for barfine, or better yet, waiting for her to change and leave considering the late hour, going out and getting to the hotel totally drains me, so I prefer to stay there and do some heavy petting while I finish my last drink before heading out. By the way, she’s also a smoker, which I like because I don’t feel guilty about smoking in front of her if I feel like it, which may sound trivial but it sets the context. I say goodbye, leaving her the tip, which she kindly shares with the colleague waitress (so she’s not even rude, another point in her favor), and I tell her that I’ll definitely come back to visit because I really like her. I expected an apathetic or annoyed reaction, given the rejections to her proposals, but instead, all smiles, she hugs me and wishes me good night (if they were all like her, the world would surely be a better place, but that’s a detail).

Saturday is dedicated to relaxation. I wake up around noon and wander around Nana and Soi 8 and the surrounding streets in flip-flops, without doing anything in particular. I stock up on supplies at Seven Eleven and head back to the Stable Lodge Hotel until pizza time with the usual Italians.
There are six of us at Vesuvio pizzeria on Soi 8: four residents, myself, and another traveler I happen to run into every time I’m in Bangkok. It’s always a pleasure spending time with those rascals, and every time I learn something new I didn’t know—whether it’s a shortcut between buildings or a bar where you can hang out in good company. I always come away richer for the experience, beyond the already pleasant company.
What’s almost certain is that when we have these dinners, I usually don’t get laid afterward because I feel bad leaving the crew halfway through the evening. Plus, by the time it gets late, I’ve often had too much to drink to get anything going. But that’s fine.
So after a nice evening out at gogos and bars, playing billiards, I stop by Soi Nana before going to bed and meet Sala, an African girl who, of course, is there to offer her services to the wanderers, indeed. I offer her a beer at a cart near the closing bars, and she suggests going to the hotel to do naughty things. I ask, “How much?” She replies, “1000 Baht.” I dig into my pocket, take out a thousand-baht note, and gently put it in her hand, telling her those are hers and that if she wants, she can keep me company here on the street because I’m not sleepy. But tonight, I’m not going to have sex with her even if she gives me those thousand baht herself.
She laughs and thanks me. She’s really cute—not a knockout, but she seems like a calm and vaguely sweet girl, even more so than many Thai girls her age. I like her attitude, at least in that context.
Almost two hours later, even though she already pocketed her thousand baht, she insists a couple of times that we move to the hotel to do nice things. I can’t tell if she really wants to have sex or if she’s hoping for a tip since I already paid her for the service. Either way, the way she says it is pleasant.
We say goodnight, and shortly after, I let myself fall onto the bed in my room at the Stable Lodge, not even realizing I’m already asleep

On Sunday, I went to Kokoro in the afternoon, a massage center known for being very Japan-style. In fact, in addition to offering a good Nuru massage on the menu, they also have the option for the therapists to wear Manga-style outfits, such as School Girl, Maid, Sexy Nurse, Bunny Girl, and others, which for fans of the genre is a nice little extra. As for the Nuru Massage, I only tried it once at Daisy Dream and I didn’t mind it, but wanting to try something new, curiosity led me to Soi 23, or rather a parallel street to it. After a 10-minute walk from the infamous Soi Cowboy, I arrived in front of Kokoro, which is in a quiet and low-traffic area. During the walk, I also noticed another massage center called AYA. I noticed it because a lady invited me in, even though I was on the other side of the street, which made me think they might not have many customers. However, after browsing their website, it seems like a nice place with prices pretty much in line with the competition. Maybe next time I’ll give it a try and let you know more about it.
As for Kokoro, I can say it was a great experience from the moment I stepped inside until I left. There’s a doorbell outside to ring, and the receptionist/manager (or whatever she is) comes to open the door. The place is fairly well-maintained – nothing that screams “miracle,” but it’s nice. The lady, who was also pleasant and very professional, had me sit on the sofas, then handed me the menu with all the options. A Chinese client arrived, and I know he’s Chinese because the girl at the counter spoke to him in Chinese. Same procedure – he was seated on the couch next to me and given the menu. Then the lady came back to me asking what I had chosen: 90 minutes Nuru with 2 Girls in the “Thailand” room i.e. one of those VIP rooms, totaling 8000 Baht. Then, with a somewhat pleased expression, she asks me where I’m from. I answer, “Italy,” and for a moment she looks at me as if I had said I come from Mars. Apparently, a Farang Italian guy who takes the full package with two girls isn’t something common in there, but whatever. I pay the fee and she tells me to wait on the couch. Meanwhile, the Chinese guy next to me has picked what he wants, and another customer is ushered in and seated on a couch at the back of the room. Two minutes later, the girls appear and line up in front of me for selection. I skip the ones who clearly look too serious and, among those who smile and flirt, I immediately pick the one who appeals to me the most (Bella) because she has a pretty face as well as a petite but very attractive body. The second choice is trickier because, for my taste, I’ve already picked the best one. However, since she doesn’t seem to have a generous bust, I compensate by pairing her with a colleague of similar height (Diana), less pretty in the face but more ample in the right places, while still, as they say, “slim-ankled”—neither big nor fat.
The other girls then move to stand in front of the Chinese client, who chooses one within 30 seconds, and the remaining girls go to the back of the room for the last newcomer. I’m escorted upstairs to the third floor (the fourth for the Thais) by my two chosen girls. After leaving my shoes at the bottom of the stairs and putting on the provided slippers, we enter the room. I sit on the bed while they prepare the tub and set the scene. Then they undress and help me do the same.
Afterwards, we move on to the “washing with preliminaries” on the special chair and then into the tub, where the ladies take turns pleasuring my senses. While one prepares the Nuru gel in a basin, the other gives me a blowjob in the water, which is already quite pleasant. Then they switch roles—one arranges the mattress and everything else, while I watch her as the other performs a semi-submerged blowjob that isn’t bad at all.
The real Nuru massage follows on the big mattress. I’m covered with this rather liquid and viscous seaweed-based gel called Nuru (not coincidentally another invention by those crafty Japanese), and the girls, in sync, begin to massage me with their whole bodies—and by whole, I really mean everything. The contact is constant, and the movement aided by the Nuru gel is hypnotic. I let myself be pampered by their bodies without thinking of anything.
What follows is a repetition of the same, except at some point a condom appears on my dick, and I let them use it in every possible way until I explode inside one’s pussy while I’m licking the other. If heaven exists, this must be it. Another lap in the pool before the end, time has flown by and finally I am rinsed properly, dried, cuddled and dressed. I pick up my shoes, say goodbye and when I get back on the street I am full, relaxed, satisfied, light, happy. A beautiful experience, not cheap, but worth every last cent spent.

On my way back from Kokoro, I stop at the grill cart that’s always in front of the 7-Eleven on Soi 8 in the afternoon. I ask for the last four chicken satays left on the grill, and the girl ups the ante by filling the tray with a storm of steaming chicken wings. I decline the offer, tempting as it is, and pay 100 Baht for the skewers with spicy sauce, which I eat on my hotel balcony, washing them down with Sprite. Simple but always a pleasure to eat without any fuss.
Early in the evening, I head back alone to the GoGo Butterflies because I had unfinished business with my new petite little friend who was being antisocial (so to speak) the night before when we passed by with the dinner crew. I offer her a drink, and without me asking, she tells me that my waitress friend has left and no longer works there. Then MamasanRompiball passes by, and I ask her, who corrects what the petite girl said, and I realize the little one doesn’t understand a thing, and that my friend will be back next week because she’s up in Isaaaaan with her family. I care just enough, but I’m glad they take the time to tell me— it means a microcosm has formed where I’m not just a passing customer but a good one, and I like that.
I mess around with the playful petite girl, and by the second drink, I call the barfine (1000 + 3000 Baht for her again). She’s small but a firecracker, and after just over an hour in the room, she wins, and I raise the white flag, or else I might die. I walk her back to Nana Plaza, taking the shortcut through Soi 6, and a bizarre idea strikes me: “It’s eleven o’clock, I might go to 7 Heaven for a double bedtime pump.”, so without thinking too much I go straight to the BTS and about twenty minutes later I’m in Soi 33, I’ve never been there at night but the side street where the place is is quiet, there’s a pub at the end but not many people around, I go in through the door, I approach the reception desk and the lady asks me if I had an appointment, I say no, at that point she apologizes and tells me that there are no girls available and they close at midnight, so apologizing again she invites me to come back tomorrow. I feel a bit bad but it was a possibility given the late hour, I turn on my heels and go back to finish the evening on the stool of a quiet and anonymous bar in Soi 7 drinking a beer relaxing without other adventures because by now I feel literally emptied of everything, in a positive sense of course.

Monday the 8th is my last actual day in Bangkok since I have a flight the next day around 1:00 pm. I start to feel the pressure of returning, I get out of bed late and stay in the hotel until the afternoon to rest and eat the snacks I have in the fridge sitting on the balcony, then given the disappointment of the night before I dress humanely and go back to 7 Heaven. I cross the threshold, get to the counter and on the usual Photo Book on the tablet this time there are 6 free operators, I avoid the ones I already know and I feel inspired by one that I hadn’t even seen on the club’s website but who seems like my type, a bit like Bella from Passion (“Bella” means “Beautiful” in Italian) and Bella from Kokoro (coincidences?), but this one calls herself Green, and when I enter and find her in front of me my eyes light up, she is much more Beautiful (Bella) in person than in the photos and she is more beautiful than the two Bella. I follow her beautiful behind up the stairs, she invites me to take off my shoes before entering the corridor where the little rooms are, then as expected she parks me and comes back after two minutes, she tidies up her things, carefully washing my little dick which in her hands goes wild and rears up instantly, she takes advantage of this to get ahead with the work, lingering on the wash, she has gorgeous little hands and I like her a lot, if she is as good as she is beautiful I’ve hit the jackpot, then we move to the bed and when she discovers her beautiful natural and practically perfect breasts I can’t help but test their goodness by caressing them until after having teased me properly she positions herself on her knees between my legs and takes it in her mouth; from there on it was one of the most pleasant half hours I’ve ever experienced, so much so that at the end-of-game wash I would already be ready for another round and the little soldier stands at attention in her honor, but time is up and the service is “one shot” so I give up and go back in civilian clothes, but before leaving I leave her a generous tip because she deserves it all and because I hope to find her there when I return. In conclusion I can say that she is without a doubt the best of the lot among those I met there at 7 Heaven, and that the place was a nice discovery last summer and is confirmed as one of my favorite places to relax here in Bangkok. My last evening is a bit of a summary of the previous ones, I eat some good Padthai at Det 5, I go to the bars of soi 7 for a beer, then I go into Nana Plaza and look for inspiration that never comes, I smoke the last Marlboro on the balcony high up outside the Billboard, I say goodbye to the Plaza and go back down to the street. All in all it’s a dull evening for Nana’s standards and even though it’s only midnight I don’t feel like looking for adventures, maybe because I already have the thought of returning home in my head and I don’t want to arrive at the airport with a hangover and I don’t even feel like taking someone to my room on the last night because then if I have a good time I’ll be sorry to send them away because I have to leave in the morning, in short the games are over now and in any case the last ride on the carousel of the afternoon is a great memory to take home with the others. Before going back to the hotel, however, I take advantage of the souvenir shops in the area, I’m not used to buying tourist junk but this time I make an exception and buy some gifts for friends and relatives, just to do something different, then I get hungry and I stop at McDonald’s where there are also four Italian guys in their thirties who with a melancholic air are about to go to the airport, I hear them talking and they don’t seem very knowledgeable about how things work in this area, they are probably just passing through Bangkok to go home, but those blank stares make it clear that they also have no desire to go back to the cold, then they leave in single file and as soon as I finish my hamburger I also go out to go back to the hotel, I check in for the return flight directly online because I have no luggage to check in and I don’t have to do anything else, then I sleep like a baby until morning.

At seven, I wake up early, grab a can of coffee, and step out onto the balcony to smoke while I check my flight and boarding pass again on the Lufthansa app. While I’m at it, I open Agoda.com and book a hotel in Zurich near the airport since I have a 12-hour overnight layover before flying to Florence the next morning at 7:30. I head back to the room and, after a refreshing shower, lie down on the bed with my phone on my chest and a couple of alarms set — because if I fall asleep and don’t wake up on time, there’ll be trouble. I relax, close my eyes, then open them ten minutes later, startled awake with my brain in panic, fearing I’ve overslept. I check and see everything’s fine but decide to leave early anyway since I have nothing else to do here.
The check-out at reception is one of the fastest I’ve ever experienced: I say good morning, hand over the room key card, the young lady checks everything is in order, wishes me a good trip, and in just two minutes flat, I say goodbye to the Stable Lodge for the last time — I think I even set some sort of record, but whatever. I don’t take a taxi; since it’s early and my trusty backpack-suitcase is easy to carry, I take the train just like when I arrived.
As sad as leaving Bangkok always is, the journey is relatively pleasant, and I arrive at the airport well ahead of time. I have breakfast, step outside for a smoke, then head back inside and make my way to the gates. This time, security takes only about half an hour with no issues. I spend the rest of the time wandering around the shops until boarding time at about 1:00 PM.
For this flight, I booked my seat ten days earlier as soon as I got to the city because on the outbound trip I didn’t know the plane model yet. But I noticed the return flight is basically the same, and the very best economy seats are the ones right next to premium economy, offering tons of legroom without worrying about the passage of carts and other passengers. It cost me 70 euros extra but was well worth it.
By my side, I had on the right a very composed Austrian guy and on the left a blonde compatriot model-type girl, and both slept most of the time, so peace and space to relax were not lacking. Having the young lady nearby (whose beauty I’d even noticed earlier in the security line) made the whole experience even more pleasant.
Once landed in Zurich, I look for the exit and find the tram stop about 100 meters ahead after buying a ticket at the vending machine just outside the airport. The temperature is around -2 degrees Celsius, and since I didn’t want to carry bulky clothes, I’m wearing only a T-shirt and a sweatshirt on top, but strangely, I don’t freeze. I start feeling cold only when the tram arrives, from which I get off two stops later, just steps from the Ibis budget Zurich Airport Hotelwhich cost me 95 euros for one night (and around the airport it’s still one of the cheapest, excluding the extravagant Capsule Hotel right in front of the exit), but in the end, I would have spent more by choosing the flight with the shorter layover, arriving in Florence at 11:00 p.m., with all the hassles of that time for getting home. Instead, the hotel is definitely comfortable, and the feeling of being warm and relaxed inside while it’s cold outside is always a pleasure. After a shower, I take care of a couple of things on my laptop, then enjoy a refreshing sleep until 5:00 a.m. I open my eyes in the dark; my brain takes a moment to realize I’m no longer in Thailand. I go to the window: the street is deserted, no noise, and outside there’s snow. Definitely not Bangkok.

Yesterday I was in flip-flops in 35 degrees under the sun and today I’m here with 4 shirts on leaving footprints on the snowy platform of the tram stop with 35 degrees less. Sometimes I wonder how the hell I manage not to even catch a cold after this madness, but that’s okay.

Zurich Airport is bigger than it might seem, but I have two hours before takeoff and despite having forgotten a bottle of tea in my backpack—which cost me a baggage check at security (I was so relaxed I didn’t even think about it)—I have plenty of time to have breakfast before heading to the gate. The Zurich-Florence flight is basically just takeoff with a short cruise over the Alps before starting the descent to land. The actual flight time is just a bit longer than what it takes the Skytrain to get from Nana BTS station to Suvarnabhumi in Bangkok, and since I have a window seat, I enjoy the view of snow-covered mountains poking through like islands above a white blanket of clouds — the last marvel before returning to the gray and cold winter in this part of the world. The only positive note is that I’m relaxed and have gathered memories that will warm my soul for a while, despite everything.

Thus ends this short trip to the summer playground. Now all that’s left is to wait for the next flight, but as I’ve already said, “it’s a pleasure to stay warm when it’s cold outside,” and on that note, the FKK clubs across the border are just perfect…

Greetings and see you next adventure my Fellows Travelers. Bye bye!