The Bangkok Blitz Pt3 - Picture Post

I'm not a huge fan of posting pictures on this blog, but as with all my other holiday posts, I usually use them more for a narrative account than to detail everything about the trip.



This was the night at Scratch Dog. It was insanely packed, I was already well intoxicated enough to drink Johnny Walker red label without complains and I couldn't remember how much they charged me for the sisha.

What I do remember was that the waiter who brought the sisha kept puffing at it and it pissed me off so badly I grabbed him by the collar and told him to get lost.

Then one of the local guys we got to know there came over to inform me that it was standard club practise for the waiters to start the pipe. Whatever.

The guy in the yellow polo tee was a local student whom we got to know along with his bunch of guy friends. He was a freeloader. Not that I gave a shit, because his female friends were going home with me anyway.


These were the other group of girls we got to know there. The great thing was that they spoke Mandarin because they spent between 3-4 years working at Taiwan. They weren't the best looking that was for certain, but sometimes, communication is a plus point.

The thing about the lighting at clubs is that it makes certain people look better than others and when I look back at the pictures it's like, 'is this how she looks like?'.

So in tangent with my dynamite fishing mantra, I just went along with whoever had the most interest in me. And there was quite a hilarious morning incident that followed.

Now, who was it that picked me..