The end is nigh

Thailand, Pattaya.

I did tell Miss fohn that I would have another lady staying with me last night. Still I presume this twenty-five year old Hot Momma with an infectious smile and a sexual body that always when I talk to her on the boulevard incited a huge ecretion in my pants.

Leaving her on the boulevard disappointed all over her pretty young face I walked back to soi Honey-Inn finding I-Fell-off-motorbike-while-Mau waiting for me and quickly following me up to my room where in no time we were naked and ready for action.

I presume Miss Fohn really needed her money knocking on my door just minutes after penetration had taken place.

This is the sort of "shit" I try hard to tell my friends about back home in Amsterdam, the sort of stuff that their alcoholic minds, ravished by too much cheap Albert Heyn upermarket beer, too much Nederweed and small balls of crack, find hard to comprehend.

Take Rob for example, a seripous boozer if ever I have met one but still into the ladies either jacking off late at night in the privacy of his house in front of his telly with super hard hardcore porn or else banging down and out Westerpark female drinking buddies, being off to the infamous Red Light District downtown in Amsterdam.

Better to save up your pennies and get off here with Thailand's beautifull Hot Mommas at a fraction oif the prise having to pay back home.

But my time, how ever pleasurable it might be, here in Pattaya is fast coming to an end with my Eva Air plane leaving from Suvarnibhumi New Airport in less then forty-eight hours.

Back home to Amsterdam, back to my volunteer job at the animalfarm for children, back to my house and my social wellfare Uitkering, back to that fucked-up and chaotic life that I never seem to have any control over full with addiction problems and no more horny Hot Mommas, no more tranquil drinking of Leo beer on the boulevard while pretty young and a bit older Hot Mommas try hard to chat me up, a few hours of sexual sexercize in my New Star Guesthouse in exchange for a meagre five hundert baht note.

The end is nigh and I realise that if people ring my bell late at night back in Amsterdam it will be the Westerpark brotherhood of drunks looking for a few free can of beers instead of hot to trot Thai ladies.

TOO BAD INDEED!!!