Prubangboy

Part of the pantie sniffing thing is that you have some pretend-relationship with the sopping clam in question. Like an only fans encounter or a little chit chat behind a bush behind a Shinto temple. No one just want's to just take a whiff of Jiff from random panties. Altho, for many, I'll bet the any port in a storm argument works here. I had a friend, he had school girl panties in a baggie that he had bought at a sayonara sale. He had a test: sniff the baggie or depart his life forever. Verdict: a bit like over-ripe cantaloup.

For the school girl connoisseur, there is the delightful sub-fetish of Roose Sox. Imagine a bad girl who had further defiled her school uniform by taking the elastic of of the tops of their socks -rendering them slutishly roose (loose). Magazine are stocked in piles chronicling famous Roose Sox girls. Can you buy panties AND Roose Sox? From the same nymphet? Only if you have -well, I can't say price here, can I? PM me if you need to know.

Sadly, this has been over-blown. The was ONE used panty vending machine for ONE day. It was an art project. I doubt the panties dispensed was funky. You can buy panties in a baggie with a pic of the wearer in a porno place. Most porno places won't let white people enter. Pantie-fans usually cut out the middle man and negotiate directly with one of the little sweeties hanging out together in a park with their Fendi bags. After the all-access thrill of Thailand, Japan is like taking a Mormon vacation.

Top tip: Tempura at the train station. That oil is always fresh due to the foot traffic. ....And then, hopefully, explaining the existence of Yukio Mishima to the 99% of J's who have never heard of him. A j-woman friend asked me to write a little speech about Zen Buddhism for her -for an audience of J-women. What they got was my hippie mis-remembering of zany Alan Watts books from 3 decades past. Japanese people like their Japanese culture on the light side, and hopefully involving near-nude cartoon waifs.

Like most Americans, I never think of Canada one iota -even less so since Bachman Turner Overdrive had their acrimonious split. I have been to Vancouver and Montreal. Nice 3 day towns (at the outside) with tremendous bagels. And Nova Scotia, which makes Maine look shabby. Net Impression: Socialist Ohio with one tenth the black people. Def. heavily blah (the no black people problem), but the locals are smarter than Americans. I'd retire there if I could, since Canada is like the dull milk of magnesia antidote to Trumpism. If a one bedroom apartment cost $500 in Toronto and you could date Thai transplants on a budget, would you?

In the position they typically end up in, just how much of the top of your head are they really going to see?

I worship 60's Soul, but Rod The Mod did it better. My wife feinted into a bowl of Khao Soi Noodles. 3 times. Put her right off Khao Soi noodles. She said, she was there, and then she was not. As she went face down, she felt bad for me, and then she felt absolutely nothing. (She's had that looked at and is better now).

Gagging to know the titles. My top 3: Zombie, He Miss The Road, Black President. Basically, James Brown with 6 drummers. If anyone wants to dip a toe into Afrobeat:

I def had a David Cassidy, slightly androgenous, feathered hair thing. If only I was gay so I could really really have milked that. I had a 24 inch waist too (now -well, not QUITE doubled). Today, I look like a claymation cartoon they did in a hurry.

Not to be crass, but we're sort of waiting for Mama to you know, buy the farm, so that we can sell the farm. We're the opposite of a lot of the Issan happy endings here. We had a great rural life (home grown veggies, old growth wood lot), and now we're more like, bring on the sushi options. I can see why someone coming from a dank mid-sized English town would find the raw nature of Issan healing. I've just had enough of nature. Doi Suthep viewed from my balcony covers it. Also, rural living here is very cheap. In the states, it costs a lot of money to be a back to the land minimalist hippie. I'm sure that each of my San Marzano tomato's cost me $7 -but they were good 'uns.

In the old movie theaters of my youth, the ladies room would often have a seating area lounge attached. I asked my Dad why. He said, "For their periods". They needed to rest. A lot. Often, at the drop of a hat.

Which so-called original thought are you plucking off of the well-worn original thought shelf and claiming as your new original thought?

Agreed. It's not a huge money-spinner for us after the agent, air BNB fee etc. It's a giant lump of capital netting out at 4% return. Plus, we are sick of home (and farm) owning. A one bedroom apartment that the maid cleans is more our old age-style. If we ever went back, we'd buy a small condo. But why would we? Whatever health needs we might have can be done here cheerier for a third the money. We don't have any family ties (or at least no family ties that we're not actively dodging). This doomsday scenario where we must suddenly flee, exodus-style, from Yuppie-Nimman Chiang Mai seems a little drama queeny. End of life-wise, I am moderately covered. My wife is 10 years younger, my best friend is 20 years younger. Someone will (probably) be on hand to sign me into somewhere decent if it comes down to it.

....post album #2, they were driving cabs in London. The DJ's, Andy Kershaw and John Peel were major boosters. Andy has a website with some good playlists on it. Mid 80's, England had a bit of Afro-interest with Peter Gabriel, Sting etc playing with international players, plus The Real World festival. King Sunny Ade could sell out 5K seats. Y'sou N'Dour seems to still be in that prestige, $100+ a ticket world music market.

I've seen M'bila -twice. In that Soukous-style dance music, for me Kanda Bongo Man -with the guitar genius Diblo doing the same riff sometimes 30 chorus's in a row- is the peak. Best ever Congolese show was Franco at the Rumble in the Jungle Ali fight. He opened for James Brown (another killer performance worth seeking out). James was impressed. If anyone wants to hijack this thread to talk about old African pop records, I'd be grateful. I saw Fela 4 times.

Like Marin said, good for a couple-ish honeymoon vibe, but for a little life, restaurants etc, Ko Chang is better. Ko Mak is another good quiet one, a little less upscale than KK, flat as board, but a lush coconut plantation feel. Both KK and KM have a rep for sand flies, but I never saw any. You can drift between them on pretty boats.

Dakar, Senegal had Goree Island, one of the big slave trading ports. It was like Luang Prubang or Old City Chiang Mai -a classy guest house/nice restaurant/crafty shop kind of place. I could def see a stay there. In general tho, I seem to enjoy my African-ness second hand; in Harlem or Brixton. Paris is the best second-hand African experience. There's enough of an Afrophile market to fill a mid-sized theatre with a big name like Salif Keita or Baba Maal. The audience will be 95% white, like I used to see at a B B King blues show in the states.

Before I was obsessed with SEA, I was mega-obsessed with Africa; partic the music. In the 80's, African band legends came through New York every week. -Do you enjoy anything African (Art, textile, Ethiopian food, Paul Simon albums)? -Have you been/where would you go if money were no object? (Me: Senegal in '94). -If it was safe and cost 50% less for a better beach view, would you consider it?

-Boomer racism alert.

Are you saying Bob is 'alf a pint of Guiness? (learned that phrase from Jade Goody).

Go to Jamaica. If you buy pot from them, they'll call you Blood. One time, a black person let me call him homie.

They kept calling you Bro? I believe that is their highest honor, an abbreviation of the complement, Soul Brother. Like getting big upped by Malcom X.

He said he wanted a virgin. In a lot of Japanese marriages, it's a one and done on the wedding night. So close enough?

I'm here for Gamma. His posts are like Dadaist collage haiku's: "Spot on my windowsill, Thelonious Monk -What say you?"

We have to look to ourselves. Bignok, Bob -Really, they're only one man.