A sunny early spring in Amsterdam

Amsterdam.

Hard to believe how good the weather has been these last few weeks allowing me to go to the Anne Frank House nearly every day of the week, selling my Indian Games and making money for my next trip to King Bhumipol`s Kingdom. 150 games I have already sold and the season still has got to start!!!

I report pickpockets to the police and get a compliment frrom the neighborhood`s cop, talk with the Anne Frank`s security people about down and out polish beggars while watching them eat a half finished hamburger from the dustbin. No doubt these characters are actually coffee shop tourists sleeping somewhere out under the star filled heaven in a city park...a few days later I see them in the Schakel enjoying a free coffee.

Even my volunteer job at the Kinderboerderij is fun and easy these last few weeks with Magriet the meddlesome and dominant mananger out of the way and me in charge,. I even get Niño the Shetland pony out in the field after feeding.

Getting laid when I go downtown late at night looking to chat up tourist backpack ladies from an whole assortment of countries.

A letter to Ozzie Land

A letter two Robert and Christopher, two gay guys I met on the train from Penang to Bangkok last month in Asia.

Hey Robert.

Presume you keep yourself informed on all the shit presently going on in this so-called Land of thge Smile - not much smiling at the moment if I can judge from the pics I see on mt telly.

Hey tell me pls what the heck was Christopher doing in a room with two naked Lao ladies, excuse me but that is MY department, I am the straight guy, remember??? No wonder he got his passport stolen, the bloke just can`t handle naked ladies, Lao and all that!!!

You really should stay out of situations like that or else at least leave your valuables at the hotel`s safe, not that the hotel`s safe is always safe though I have to admit,.

Sorry, I seem to be having a bit of fun on your behalf guys, but in the end it is still the truth, don`t underestimate Asian ladies...they can be big fun to be with butalso a major pain in the proverbial ass!!! You fall in the hands of a professional prostitute and you can consider yourself done for without being even aware of it!!!

I remember a situation in Krung Thep`s Chinese district running down the street at 04.00 h. in the morning, a knife protruding from my left arm and a crazy drunk and all that Thai Hot Momma in hot presuit brandishing a second knife in one hand and a bottle of Mekhong whiskey in the other whioch she planned the smash over my farang head.

Not a pleasant experience I can assure you - I still have the knife from my arm here in my house by the way..

Still I`m glad to hear it all came together sort of okay with you guys back in Ozzie Land despite the torrential rain. I seem to remember hearing about it on the news and realising that was in your heck of the woods.

Hope you like my blog stories, I presume you are findfing out things about me you didn`t realise.....hehehehe.

Let me know okay and take care.

Hans from Amsterdam.

Goodbye Sonja.

Amsterdam.

Last year on the second christmas day morning Bert - Sonja`s boyfriend - woke up to her inert body, a soft but weird sounding snoring filling the still quiet early morning.

Whatever Bert tried he just didn`t seem to be able to wake Sonja up so in the end he phoned 112 - the Dutch emergency number where, after listening to his story, the telephonist lady asked him to take the phone to the bedroom so she could hear the snoring.

Despite the rushed removal by trauma helicopter to the nearest hospital, nothing could be done for poor Sonja, cerebral haemorrhaging had already done its destructive work on her brain cells.

Even if she would ever wake up again it would be as a vegetable!!!

With life support equipment stopped poor Sonja woke up in another Kingdom that us, mortal beings, know very little about as long as we are alife.

Sonja died the day after X-mas 2008 at 42 years of age, her Smallest Gallery just around the corner from the Anne Frank House sold a few days later.

Goodbye Sonja.

A Mekhong River full of cheap alcohol

Amsterdam.

Back a full three weeks now, back from the country that keeps fascinating me, a nation that holds my mental processes going despite the countless trips to this oriental tropical "paradise".

I wake up well past any sort of healthy state, I`m shivering like I suffer from a strong feber, my body clam and damp with sweat, stale and clammy perspiration with a heavy odour that betrays all the beer and Red Wine I drank today.

As always my mind is a mess due to The Dream, Moo visiting me in the Kingdom of Lord Morpheus surrounded by her "sisters in arms" looking at me with damning eyes, blaming me for the wretchedness of their excistence.

No big surprise there somehow!!!

Maybe I should give up the booze and get a healthier dream world. On the other hand going back to the Brotherhood of Evil Friends sounds good too, get drunk out of my farang mind in Westerpark, countless walks to the neighborhood`s coffee shops, finding myself in bed at all hours of the day sleeping off Mister Hangover only God knows what number. Find myself cycling back to my house, my head heavy on a full Red Wine at God forsaken hours in the darkness of the night and a tourist lady on the luggage rack ready for action of the physical type.

It doesn`t seem to make a difference to my financial situation...I`ve lived like that for years always somehow or other making the dough necessary to pay for the Chaotic Life Style.

Drown these darned Thai bitches in a Mekhong River full of cheap alcohol, burn their accusing eyes out with the sharp smoke of expensive coffee shop joints, fuck them up their collective asses, good heavy doses of male sperm in their thight pussies.

At least that way I wouldn`t be able to keep my volunteer work at the Kinderboerderij, wouldn`t have to put up with La Jefe Magriet`s dominant character, her useless screaming, her unbearable behaviour.

Adios to the moral side of my soul and Hooray back to the Brotherhood of Evil Friends!!!

Or maybe better not......

A letter to Letitia

A letter to Letitia, the Chinese lady I met in Lamai/Kho Samui/Thailand.Hi Letitia.

How is life out there in the Chinese Republic? Today we had our first real sunny day of the new spring so I took my Indian - or were they Chinese? - games, went over to the tourist hotspot the Anne Frank House and made some money.

Sitting out there in the sun - twenty degrees - and watching all these people from all over the world queueing up to see Anne Frank`s hidingplace during the Nazi occupation of Holland.

I was making money while watching the free show. Did I tell you about my games, these funny little games I make myself and haver been selling in the street for 21 years now, making money in the summer that I spent in winter in far away countries.

Also I am back at my volunteer job at the animal farm for children here in my neighborhood, cleaning stables and feeding the animals, goats, pigs, sheep, chicken, ponies, rabbits and the like, we even have a big 500 kilo cow and of course our visitors, young mothers with small children all in awe.

Great job with hard work and no pay but then that is why it is a volunteer job. You have anything like that in China?

Yes, I agree we have similar minds, my dear. I sort of noticed that when we chatted on that bench in front of that supermarket in Lamai.

I presume upbringing, race or the sex of a person have to do a lot with what goes on inside a human`s mind. However every so often when I travel I meet somebody or other who is pretty much on the same brainwave as myself.

A bit like bodily chemicals colliding and readjusting to each other with ease and even a certain pleasure.

As for my other travel plans...I would love to get on a bicycle trip across Europe this summer / I presume you followed my cycle trip to Berlin and Eastern Europe / but I take my volunteer job seriously though I have the luxury of no debts or financial problems, I am quite well off at the moment and could go anywhere in the world without a set return date fianancially speaking.

However I am involved with the society I live in here in Amsterdam, I need to do something to make my life in this city worth living for, been something to the world around me. I seem to remember trying to explaiun that to you down there during that relaxing evening together on that plain bench.

Just travelling around can lose its pall, its atractions after a certain time. I have been away on severall trips that took well over a year / one trip to Asia took over two years / and I did started to get a bit bored with it all despite the exotic locations of my travelling.

So please you take care and do not do any things I would not do myself...hehehehe...enjoy your life and keep me informed about your inner secrets.....another hehehehe.....after all I know of nobody to tell them to.

You already know all mine from my travel stories. I do not give just anybody my webpage.

I am sure we weill meet again somewhere in this big wide world, maybe Thailand or else here in Holland / which would mean free accomodation and a personal travel guide to the city, or maybe down ther in your native China with me hoping for the same service provided.

I send you a farang´s love all the way from ancient Amsterdam.

Female sex tourists; do they excist? Post two.

Thew discussion on www.travelblog.org on female sex tourism continues.

Another extract from my own post.

Not so sure prostitution is readily acceptable.

I didn't use the words "readily acceptable" but "more easily acceptable", maybe I should add that the Thai s*x industry isn't as massive as in some other countries but definitely more noticable maybe due to the fact that the Thai as a whole are less coy about it - a more open s*xual morale, remember?

I've often heard European women say they didn't discover their s*xuality untill they were well into their thirties. Discusing this with Thai women always produced blank incredible faces - a difference in upbringing as I mentioned earlier in this threat using the diference in my own and my sister's as an example.

If a hotel does not allow Thai people in the rooms like for example the Khao Sarn Road area in Bangkok it is because of police rules that excist in that particular neighborhood. In the Khao Sarn Road Thai people aren't even allowed in the room when they are married to a farang - as far as I know anyway.
Of course many resorts apply this rule because they wanna offer a high standart accomodation. But even here in Amsterdam guests can order escorts up to their room, even in five star hotels with escort brochures and telephone numbers available at the reception upon request!!!

"Most prostitutes have been raped by their father??????", This I consider an outlandish statement. Does this apply to all or most male gigolos as well?
I will readily accept that many women working the "Game" don't have an easy background. Many women just consider prostitution as an easy way to make quick and easy money, or even for plain old s*x.

In Thailand lots of people - male or female - work twelve hours a day, seven days a week for a meagre 5000 Baht a month whereas in the Sell-Your-Body industry prices start at 500 Baht for a so-called shorttime.

Needless to say the threshold is easily stepped across.

Hans form Amsterdam.

Female sex tourists: Do they exist?

A moral discusion on www.travelblog.org's forum and my own reaction.


Why would the long standing gate keepers of sex suddenly decide to pay the gate toll? Have you ever met a female sex tourist? Women, have you ever been a sex tourist? If not, would you consider it?


Excuse me but there is a BIG difference in paying for s*ex and romance. Prostitution - wherever in the world - is simply a financial transaction between two people and not necesarily bad in its very nature. Real romance - loving one another with romantic feelings of being in love - on the other hand has nothing to do with prostitution and I seriously doubt it can posibly be for sale at all, not in its sincerity anyway.

And YES female s*x tourism does excist, older European women often with fat bellies and even fatter wallets walking the beaches south of Banjul/Gambia with young muscular local males accompanying their every step.

A bit like their male counterpart in Pattaya or Patong Beach/Thailand.

I could go on excusing this whole sorry issue by pointing out the absolute poverty most of the female members of the Isaan - a Thai province in the north - come from, how prostitution has been a cornerstone of the Thai economy for ages, how these sad creatures of the night - Isaan females, remember? - have come to the Thai farang beaches with innocent hearts full with hope of falling in love with an European male and ended up addicted to booze, Yaa-Baa and the like, selling their bodies to overs*xed european males....but I believe it is everybody's own opinion.

As for the member Panmu....I am not really sure how to translate your statement "Isn't it disgusting how some people actually have sex outside of their country of birth with people they are not married to?
Bali should be excluded as it is the number one sex tourist place for Australian women." Sorry but I don't see what country or place of birth has got to do with one's choice of bed partners, whether it be prostitution or romance.