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A true story about an old pal of mine.

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1 minute ago, rough diamond said:

Yes!  As even a door mat would be beneath you!

GOAT.

 

You are a GOAT.

 

The Don.

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    Just walk or swim across .  There are no barriers between the borders

  • 25 yrs ago.... well then you would know one can cross border easily.   or more likely you are full of <deleted>.

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11 hours ago, rough diamond said:

Bob never sleeps with real women, only ladyboys, as he says in many of his posts, under hid/it's various names!

I was talking to bubblegum. 

When I did border jumps in Mae Sai back in the day.....

There were markets across the river & boats ferrying people back and forth from one side to the other....

All you'd have to do is take a boat across & not come back.....

I have been to Cambodia twice without a visa. First time I paid 1000 baht and got waved through.

Second time I was driving with some Thai friends when I noticed that we were driving on the right hand side of the road. Had passed into Cambodia without me even realising it.

3 hours ago, Ralf001 said:

I wil be winding back from the forum due to you BOB and I expect others are too...., 


Sure you will. 

 

these posters who so deeply offend you are the only thing driving engagement here  beyond the endless asshattery of US politcs

 

3 hours ago, Don Giovanni said:

Way back when I first moved to Thailand, during my hedonistic party days, I ended up on 'The Islands.'

 

Now back then the Islands were full of all sorts of contraband, you name it you could get it.

 

I met a guy there who was from the same part of the world as I was - so we became pals.

He, however, was into those little pink tabs that can be smoked. I, on the other hand, wasn't - just booze and birds for The Don back then...

 

One night I got a phone call at about 04:30am saying that, let's call him Vito, had been arrested for possession of said pink tabs and was remanded on 100,000 baht bail and they asked if I could help.

 

At that time I hardly had a pot to pee in due to my own wild ways so the answer was no. I was also informed that the cops had confiscated his passport.

 

Almost a week went by and our mutual friend informed me that he had managed to scrape together the funds for bail and was out again, with a date set for his first court appearance. 

Then about 3 or 4 days later, our mutual friend informed me that despite him having no passport or legal documents, he had managed to escape to Cambodia to a safe house.

 

From there he went to the embassy, got an emergency travel document and flew home.

It was at this point that I had contact with him for the first time since his arrest, though he was reluctant to go into details of how he managed to cross the border.

 

I haven't seen or spoken to him for over 15 years, but as far as I am aware he is living happily somewhere and has married and has also found god.

 

Now my question is, that given his lack of a passport - how on earth did he manage to cross into Cambodia?

Was this kind of thing possible back then if enough palms were greased?

 

Anyone who has been through, or knows someone that has been through a similar situation could perhaps help shed some light on how he did it.

 

The Don.

It was really easy to cross the border  in the 1990s  if you chose the correct place  very few checkpoints ,, lots of open places ,  smuggling etc , The minefields  would have been an Issue and The kyker rouge were around  ,, I had to do it once and i knew a few others who did it    but paying a local guide 1000baht  did the trick ,,, Cambodia was less bureaucratic so arranging  anything on that side was simple ....now it may be different , Cambodia is changing rapidly ...

3 hours ago, Don Giovanni said:

Way back when I first moved to Thailand, during my hedonistic party days, I ended up on 'The Islands.'

 

Now back then the Islands were full of all sorts of contraband, you name it you could get it.

 

I met a guy there who was from the same part of the world as I was - so we became pals.

He, however, was into those little pink tabs that can be smoked. I, on the other hand, wasn't - just booze and birds for The Don back then...

 

One night I got a phone call at about 04:30am saying that, let's call him Vito, had been arrested for possession of said pink tabs and was remanded on 100,000 baht bail and they asked if I could help.

 

At that time I hardly had a pot to pee in due to my own wild ways so the answer was no. I was also informed that the cops had confiscated his passport.

 

Almost a week went by and our mutual friend informed me that he had managed to scrape together the funds for bail and was out again, with a date set for his first court appearance. 

Then about 3 or 4 days later, our mutual friend informed me that despite him having no passport or legal documents, he had managed to escape to Cambodia to a safe house.

 

From there he went to the embassy, got an emergency travel document and flew home.

It was at this point that I had contact with him for the first time since his arrest, though he was reluctant to go into details of how he managed to cross the border.

 

I haven't seen or spoken to him for over 15 years, but as far as I am aware he is living happily somewhere and has married and has also found god.

 

Now my question is, that given his lack of a passport - how on earth did he manage to cross into Cambodia?

Was this kind of thing possible back then if enough palms were greased?

 

Anyone who has been through, or knows someone that has been through a similar situation could perhaps help shed some light on how he did it.

 

The Don.

How do you know he married?

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6 minutes ago, Harrisfan said:

How do you know he married?

That was the last I heard, 15 years ago. That he had recently just got married and was living in another country.

 

He will never return to Thailand out of fear of being re-arrested.

 

The Don.

3 minutes ago, Don Giovanni said:

That was the last I heard, 15 years ago. That he had recently just got married and was living in another country.

 

He will never return to Thailand out of fear of being re-arrested.

 

The Don.

He could be dead

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3 minutes ago, Harrisfan said:

He could be dead

....and what do you expect me to do about that if he is??

 

The Don.

16 minutes ago, Don Giovanni said:

....and what do you expect me to do about that if he is??

 

The Don.

Another weird topic

Haven't been on here for sometime......is this Bob or Colin who's posting?

Just now, Fat is a type of crazy said:

You missed Elvis in between 

And Robert the true Bob Smith.,.. apparently.

5 hours ago, Don Giovanni said:

Way back when I first moved to Thailand, during my hedonistic party days, I ended up on 'The Islands.'

 

Now back then the Islands were full of all sorts of contraband, you name it you could get it.

 

I met a guy there who was from the same part of the world as I was - so we became pals.

He, however, was into those little pink tabs that can be smoked. I, on the other hand, wasn't - just booze and birds for The Don back then...

 

One night I got a phone call at about 04:30am saying that, let's call him Vito, had been arrested for possession of said pink tabs and was remanded on 100,000 baht bail and they asked if I could help.

 

At that time I hardly had a pot to pee in due to my own wild ways so the answer was no. I was also informed that the cops had confiscated his passport.

 

Almost a week went by and our mutual friend informed me that he had managed to scrape together the funds for bail and was out again, with a date set for his first court appearance. 

Then about 3 or 4 days later, our mutual friend informed me that despite him having no passport or legal documents, he had managed to escape to Cambodia to a safe house.

 

From there he went to the embassy, got an emergency travel document and flew home.

It was at this point that I had contact with him for the first time since his arrest, though he was reluctant to go into details of how he managed to cross the border.

 

I haven't seen or spoken to him for over 15 years, but as far as I am aware he is living happily somewhere and has married and has also found god.

 

Now my question is, that given his lack of a passport - how on earth did he manage to cross into Cambodia?

Was this kind of thing possible back then if enough palms were greased?

 

Anyone who has been through, or knows someone that has been through a similar situation could perhaps help shed some light on how he did it.

 

The Don.

 

Cool story bro.

My stories are better than yours, no matter what you might say.

 

5 hours ago, Don Giovanni said:

palms were greased

 

I never do this.

 

Yes, Cambodian border was just like that: IN'n'OUT

many criminals (farangs) escaped TH that way.
Friend got pissed in BKK and woke up in Seam Reap - friends went on minivan to Cambodia to visit their old friend. 

30 minutes ago, GammaGlobulin said:

My stories are better than yours, no matter what you might say.

 

Yes you are levels above Bob. He's a C grader.

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Way back in my glitter-queen party days, when I first flounced into Thailand with a suitcase full of mesh tops and questionable dildos, I ended up on The Islands — a place where morals went to die and everyone was either queer, high, hot, or all the above.

 

Now girls, back then the islands were like a gay fever dream. You could get anything your little heart desired. Party favours, jungle juice, boys named Peachy — it was like a Pride float crashed into a pharmacy.

 

I met a hottie there — let’s call him Vito the Diva. He was from my neck of the woods and we bonded instantly over shared trauma and a mutual appreciation for coconut oil and chaos. We became inseparable. But while I kept it classy with vodka Red Bulls and emotionally unavailable bartenders, Vito was into these little pink tabs that sparkled like sin and could be smoked in a pipe shaped like a penis. I wasn’t judging, but I did keep one foot out the door in case the Feds showed up with latex gloves and questions.

 

Cut to one night at 4:30 in the morning, I get a call. Vito had been arrested for possession of his sparkly treats. They wanted to know if I could help with bail — one hundred thousand baht. Babes, at that time I didn’t even have two sequins to rub together. I was couch-surfing between sugar daddies and living off minibar peanuts. So I had to say no, and apparently the police had taken his passport too, probably because they fancied the photo.

 

Nearly a week passed. I assumed poor Vito was rotting in some humid hellhole eating rice and staring at his todger. But then a mutual friend — let’s call him Glitter Greg — told me Vito had scraped together the funds, posted bail, and was out. Court date set, wig intact.

 

But then the plot twisted harder than a RuPaul lip-sync. A few days later, Greg whispered that Vito had somehow escaped Thailand altogether. No passport, no documents, no dignity left, and yet he made it across the border into Cambodia and into a “safe house” which I assume had throw pillows and blackout curtains.

 

From there he flounced into the embassy, got an emergency travel document, and sashayed all the way back home. He messaged me once — mysterious, cryptic, very “Jason Bourne in heels” — but refused to spill the tea on how he pulled it off. All he said was, “A lady never tells.”

 

Fifteen years have passed. Last I heard, Vito found Jesus, got married, and lives a quiet life somewhere rural where the gays wear cargo shorts and don’t speak of the past.

 

But I’ve always wondered — how the hell did he cross into Cambodia with no passport? Was there a special wink wink and a wad of baht under the table? A flirtation with a border guard? A bribe in a jockstrap? Or did he trade his back door for an entry?

 

If anyone else has been in a similar situation or knows how he might’ve pulled off this great escape, do spill. I’m still dying to know what he did — and more importantly, who he did it with.

 

Yours in mystery and marabou,

The Dink.

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10 minutes ago, Harrisfan said:

Yes you are levels above Bob. He's a C grader.

That makes you a capital 'F' for FAIL.

 

The Don.

5 minutes ago, Don Giovanni said:

That makes you a capital 'F' for FAIL.

 

The Don.

I'm A+ single malt. You are cask wine.

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1 minute ago, Harrisfan said:

I'm A+ single malt. You are cask wine.

....and Kamala is Buck's fizz.

 

The Don.

1 hour ago, Mike_Hunt said:

 

Cool story bro.

I haven't heard that word "cool" since the 1980's so I'm guessing your from that era 

Kids nowadays don't understand if you say the word "cool" 

May I ask Mike if you walk with a limp or walking stick, I noticed and please let's not get off the subject ,but I noticed men your age are not walking in a straight line ,knee injury ?

Why don't you get it fixed Mike instead of complaints on here ! 

18 minutes ago, georgegeorgia said:

I haven't heard that word "cool" since the 1980's so I'm guessing your from that era 

Kids nowadays don't understand if you say the word "cool" 

May I ask Mike if you walk with a limp or walking stick, I noticed and please let's not get off the subject ,but I noticed men your age are not walking in a straight line ,knee injury ?

Why don't you get it fixed Mike instead of complaints on here ! 

I'm from that era, and I have zero knee issues. 

39 minutes ago, Mike_Hunt said:

I'm from that era, and I have zero knee issues. 

Oh get off your knees darl !

8 hours ago, Ralf001 said:

ask your freind.

Hw wouldn't have any freinds.

17 hours ago, Don Giovanni said:

Way back when I first moved to Thailand, during my hedonistic party days, I ended up on 'The Islands.'

 

Now back then the Islands were full of all sorts of contraband, you name it you could get it.

 

I met a guy there who was from the same part of the world as I was - so we became pals.

He, however, was into those little pink tabs that can be smoked. I, on the other hand, wasn't - just booze and birds for The Don back then...

 

One night I got a phone call at about 04:30am saying that, let's call him Vito, had been arrested for possession of said pink tabs and was remanded on 100,000 baht bail and they asked if I could help.

 

At that time I hardly had a pot to pee in due to my own wild ways so the answer was no. I was also informed that the cops had confiscated his passport.

 

Almost a week went by and our mutual friend informed me that he had managed to scrape together the funds for bail and was out again, with a date set for his first court appearance. 

Then about 3 or 4 days later, our mutual friend informed me that despite him having no passport or legal documents, he had managed to escape to Cambodia to a safe house.

 

From there he went to the embassy, got an emergency travel document and flew home.

It was at this point that I had contact with him for the first time since his arrest, though he was reluctant to go into details of how he managed to cross the border.

 

I haven't seen or spoken to him for over 15 years, but as far as I am aware he is living happily somewhere and has married and has also found god.

 

Now my question is, that given his lack of a passport - how on earth did he manage to cross into Cambodia?

Was this kind of thing possible back then if enough palms were greased?

 

Anyone who has been through, or knows someone that has been through a similar situation could perhaps help shed some light on how he did it.

 

The Don.

About 10 years back I was visiting some friends of the family near the Cambodian border. A friend of theirs invited me to his home. I did not know he lived in Cambodia. I got on his bike, and after about a 40 minute ride, passing a group of soldiers at one point, we got to his house. It was then I found out I was in Cambodia. He told me that in that area locals could travel about 10km into the other country. I am sure that did not pertain to me, but it shows crossing the border without going through immigration isn't that hard.

18 hours ago, Ralf001 said:

all your posts are made up bull<deleted>.

<deleted> me why you are allowed to keep posting your <deleted>.

One thing is for sure I wil be winding back from the forum due to you BOB and I expect others are too...., 

He has had a couple of ridiculous threads zapped in the last few days. Perhaps this will continue. One can hope.

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