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Crossing into Laos with Vehicle – Any Issues?
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Has anyone used Friendly Thai Visa’s airport safe entry service? Only real experiences plz
I see no indication in the OP's posts to suggest the that a DTV would suit him and his partner, ie that they need multiple entries for the next five years with stays of up to 180 days for the reason of either Muay Thai training or medical treatment. -
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Tourism Israel-Iran Conflict Puts a Damper on Thailand's Tourist Dreams
Wow. This is like Sophie's choice. -
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Coffee, Scooters, and Maybe Someone Else’s Missus — Pattaya Life
Why do you keep posting this rubbish? Did anyone request it? -
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Coffee, Scooters, and Maybe Someone Else’s Missus — Pattaya Life
....here is 'your story'... Right, so there I was, wandering through one of them grimy Pattaya dive bars, you know the sort — sticky floors, neon lights flickering like they’re about to bugger off any minute. Nature called, and I made a beeline for the bogs, expecting the usual chaos of too many blokes, no paper, and that faint smell of regret. But as I pushed open the door to the gents, there was this fella in the corner, proper unusual sight — middle-aged, Western bloke, decked out in a floral skirt that swayed as he moved, sitting prim and proper in front of the cracked mirror, expertly applying lipstick with a steady hand. He caught me peeking, gave me a cheeky grin, and said, “Don’t be shy, mate, just getting ready for the next round.” Didn’t quite know what to say, so I just stood there, fascinated as he dabbed on the brightest red, lips puckered like he was rehearsing for a stage show. The way he moved, the confidence in his eyes — it was magnetic, no two ways about it. I felt this odd buzz creeping up, heart beating a little faster, the kind of excitement that sneaks up when you least expect it, like the first sip of a cold beer on a scorching day. We got chatting — his name was Mark but preferred Shirley, from somewhere up north, been coming to Pattaya for years, loving the freedom here, dressing how he wanted without a fuss. Said the toilets were the best place to sneak in some touch-ups away from prying eyes. I joked about the lipstick stain now blossoming on my shirt from when he’d accidentally brushed past me, and he just laughed, eyes twinkling. That night, walking back through the sticky streets, I felt a little lighter, a bit more open, like Pattaya had thrown me one of its weird little curveballs again — and I wasn’t complaining one bit.
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