Prubangboy

Many Trump blowing retards here (retards who blow Trump, or would if they could) end up in financially disastrous bar girl relationships. That delights me.

Not on google map, but there is a store next to GreenHead Dispensary on Nimman Road that sells odd lots celadon plates for about 100-200 baht apiece. I recently bought nice fake Japanese-style plates at Central Dept Store for 129 baht a plate (on sale).

He wants a virgin. They only want to part with the panties. I'm seeing a win/win all around here.

Sadly -Tragically, even, this is a complete urban myth. Here is the definitive research: https://www.techinasia.com/japan-used-panty-vending-machines-fact-fiction TLdr: -You do see panty vending machines with salacious advertising, but no claim to actual funk. -you do see panty vending machines saying Used, but they mean used as in appearing to be semi-worn out. Those crotch holes were done in a factory.

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.

Last year, Chiang Mais pot bars had a fair few Ukranians AND Russian draft dodgers, passing bongs back and forth. At one such historic encounter where I was bud-tending, I got to utter the astonishing phrase, "Igor, meet Igor" -possibly for the first and last time ever. It was We Are The World, Igor-style. They were both super-relieved to be smoking Lebanese hash instead of dodging bullets. I really like that aspect of Thailand that is like The French Foreign Legion, where the past is diplomatically forgotten while people develop convenient amnesia and just chase their hedonism of choice. So if some barely continent, chavvy old Brits and their bogan counterpoints want blow Trump to get a little hard, amusement and forgiveness (Igor-style) are the only correct response. On my side, I promise never to rub Brexit in, which would be the American equivalent of pub bores pretending that Trump doesn't laugh at them from his gold-plated toilet -and wouldn't love to see them quashed under the thumbs of Putin or Xi. The correlation between raped by bar girls chumps and Trump-blowing retards seems to run about 70% here.

I love your rueful and brutally honest posts. So I am really happy that you get to cosplay at being Trump Trash from your lofty, socialist perch with zero downside in real life terms. If they were like you, I wouldn't have left.

Most def. When I moved to Appalachian Dog Patch, USA, they were christian rednecks. Post-Trump, they became intolerable and we were getting hassled when out at the Walmart by cammo-wearing goobers -and then also by her brainwashed family while at home. Plug in the red state health care complete abdication during Covid and we beat Cher out the door. I could not be happier that Jesus took his Covid scythe and cut them down - to quote a beloved song of the region. Our congress rep. was a faith healer. Educated, well travelled people like you have no idea how stupid and bullying these people are. You would flee too. Like my wife said, he even ruined Free Bird. If he gets in again, I would likely never go back.

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?