That picture is a bit much, isn’t it? Well, jackass, you are the one who clicked on the link to read about the Bangkok sex shows.
First, start here
Second, I have gone ahead and given the travel thai-aries® it’s own page. Look above, see the ‘what I am reading, about me… etc’, it is there. This is if you want to skip over my usual brilliant blathering and get straight to the Thailand and Southeast Asia fun.
There are a lot of hyperlinks here, they are all safe to click on at work except for the very end.
This is a story about Pat Pong, the fabled Red Light District of Bangkok, Thailand. In order to discuss this adventure, there will be words and situations that may make you blush. So, if you are easily offended… then definitely read on – and stop being such a pussy about everything.
We knew our hotel was very close to the Red Light District, easily within walking distance. We knew this because every time we told a taxi or a tuk tuk driver where we were going (our hotel), they would say “Ah, you mean red light district. It’s ok with me. I take you there now.” This was actually helpful, as in the end we didn’t bother explaining our hotel. We would just say ‘pat pong’. No one believed us anyway about the hotel.
It is composed of about 3 small city blocks. It is sex clubs, supposedly… but we think it’s a myth, maybe. This area may have been notorious for sex, but in the last 20 years it is more notorious for scams. If you google the red light district (go ahead and do that at work, I dare ya! Make sure it’s an image search) you will find stories of people getting shaken down, hustled, drugged, robbed… all kinds of nasty shit. The rule of thumb seems to be NEVER go into these clubs… and certainly never go in alone.
What they advertise isn’t sex. At least, not in the sense of a guy and girl getting is on. Though, that is likely available. Mostly what they offer is weird voyeur stuff. Most famous is the ‘ping pong show’. I’ll let Wiki take it from here.
The Ping pong show is a form of stage entertainment that takes place in strip clubs, most often in Thailand. The show consists of women using their pelvic muscles to either hold, eject, or blow objects from their vaginal cavity. Ping pong balls are the most iconic objects used, but others include long strings, whistles, pens, cigarettes, candles, darts, spinning tops, razor blades and chopsticks. Another activity is the shooting of goldfish into a bowl, or stuffing a rather large frog inside to see how long she can keep it in.
Yeah, there is a wiki page for that. Can you believe it? I was with my wife, so I don’t know how that colored my experience, but it didn’t seem to make them shy. My wifey is awesome. She was as curious about all this as I was. Each bar has at least one guy out front approaching people. They show you a laminated menu with various sex acts to watch. Every store front/bar had the same menu. So, I am guessing there is a single owner over the whole thing. Problem is, you see, it seems no one ever gets to see the sex show. They lure you in, charge you a LOT, and then lure you in more… but the sex show never seems to happen, unless you have a ton of patience and money. I am speaking anecdotally, as I never went in to the clubs. There was a period after we had been drinking and I needed to pee so bad. However, I knew if I used these clubs I would come out $300 poorer, and likely pregnant. Of course, that is why we kept no more that about $20 in cash when we went out anywhere.
It seems no one ever sees the show, so we (the wifey and I) questioned if there even was a show. I named it the Great Pumpkin – talked about, promised, discussed, but never happens. Here is a shot of the menu. I would prefer to embed it below, but maybe you are at work.
This guy summed it up on Trip Advisor with many less words than me.
Patpong is two small narrow streets and is a red light zone. Its safe enough, but if you venture inside some of the red light bars expect to get seriously ripped off, and the police won’t do much to help.
Oh, I forgot to mention this. Bangkok, and Thailand in general, is incredibly, and impressively, gay friendly. There is a whole other sex and class of people known as ‘lady boys’. Interesting article here. These are gay men with their male junk still in tact, yet they present themselves to society as women. You often can’t tell if it is a boy or girl until they speak. The Pat Pong district had a whole gay section too. It not only included bars with men dancing out front in tighty whiteys that looked to be about 15 years old… but hair cut places. These were hair cut places specifically for gay men. It was to get the ‘gay cut’. You may think there is no such thing as a gay haircut, but you would be wrong. As Meese once said about pornography, I will say about gay hair. I can’t describe it, but I know it when I see it.
In closing, I got you something. Since you came all this way, and stayed and read this far… I found a ping pong show for you. Someone snuck a camera in, so the footage is grainy, but unmistakable. I didn’t want to be a tease. You came here for a ping pong show and you shall get one. The footage is interesting. Maybe because I am happily married, or old, but there isn’t anything erotic about this… to me, anyway. Needless to say, don’t watch this at work.
I have to say I had a lot of fun researching this post.