An English amateur writer named Allan Dudson and of approximately the same age as your webmaster recently sent us an email asking us to help him promote a book he had written more than a decade ago but failed to publish the old-fashioned way.
In brief, the subject of his autobiographical work is Pattaya and his adventures here as a young British âsex touristâ over numerous visits to the city between 1996 and 2002 â a topic we thought some of our readers might enjoy too.
Allan has now published his book on Amazon Kindle, hoping to sell enough copies to get him and his family â an ex-bar girl from the now defunct Victory Bar on Soi 8 he married in 2002 and their two kids â back to Thailand once again; a country they last visited in 2006.
Weâre happy to support Allan and have now published a series of excerpts from his 301-page book Walking the Wild Side â The Life of a Sex Tourist here in our blog. If you like our âliterary appetizersâ and want to read more you can purchase the book at the Amazon website at just Â£2.67.
Here’s Part Three of our Walking the Wild Side series. You may also be interested in:
- Walking the Wild Side (Part One) â Introduction: Pattaya in the late 1990s
- Walking the Wild Side – The Life of a Sex Tourist (Part Two)
WALKING THE WILD SIDE
THE LIFE OF A SEX TOURIST
BY ALLAN DUDSON
continued from Walking the Wild Side – The Life of a Sex Tourist (Part Two)
The taxi Journey down to Heathrow, London was a bit worrying because we hit the traffic on the motorway and the taxi driver had to use the hard shoulder for some of the way to get us there on time. We eventually arrived and found ourselves sat in the bar at the airport as we had checked in and was just waiting to board the aeroplane. I felt that we were finally on our way. Another passenger from our flight was sat with us and he was telling us how he enjoyed playing games in the bars. He would sit with the girls in Bangkok playing âConnect Fourâ and a Thai dice game and âJengaâ. He was an Australian and after he had explained how he loved playing those games, I thought that I would be-little him somewhat, so I said, âYou can keep playing your games mate, Iâm going there to fuck the girls, not to play connect four with themâ. This left the Australian silent as our little gang were laughing at my statement and I could see that John was impressed with me again and that made me feel nice.
Once on the aircraft, the four of us sat together on the back row of seats. You were allowed to smoke on flights then, so we all sat drinking beers and smoking cigarettes for most of the twelve-hour flight. About half way through the flight, a little Australian girl, who must have been only about fourteen or fifteen years old came to sit in the next row of seats up to us, which had been empty until now. She was chatting up Dean and eventually she asked him to get a beer for her. She was sitting the wrong way round in her seat with her legs up, looking through the gap in the seating. I could see right up her skirt, directly at the inviting shape of her lovely little pussy that was tightly covered by a pair of little pink panties. I told John about this lovely sight and we both sat there staring. She knew what she was doing because then she started to open and close her legs so we could see her pussy lips moving under the cloth.
I was getting quite aroused by this point. I jokingly asked her if she wanted to join the mile high club and of course, her being so young, she had no idea what I was talking about; so I explained. To join this exclusive club, we would both have to go to the toilets, where I would give her the fuck of her life. She just sat there looking at me and sucking her thumb. Eventually, her big, mean looking father marched towards the back of the aeroplane. He grabbed the half empty beer can out of his daughtersâ hand, and instructed her to go back to her own seat. He gave the four of us despicable reprobates an evil look before he followed his daughter down the plane.
The plane touched down without a hitch and we were on our way to the Golden Palace hotel, Bangkok. John knew about this hotel because he had stayed there before and although the name suggests a guesthouse of great splendour, it wasn’t actually that good, but it was o.k. I remember the smell of Bangkok and thinking that it smelled almost familiar to me and that I had a sense of enormous well-being, it was as if I belonged there. Also the heat had struck me when we left the airport. It felt like when you open the oven door after cooking a roast, and that heated cloud of humid air hits your face.
The taxi ride from the airport to the hotel was fun. We were all comfortably seated in a spacious, air conditioned Mercedes. I remember stopping for short periods in traffic, when I saw a scruffy Thai man, mooching between the still traffic with two baskets hanging from a long stick over his shoulders. As he walked close to our taxi and I peered into his basket and saw that its contents were ice cold bottles soft drinks. I unwound the window to purchase some Cokes for me and my fellow passengers, and was immediately struck by the heat coming through the opened window, changing the atmosphere and temperature of the vehicle. It struck me funny because back home, you would open a window if you were getting too hot; but here you could open a window if you were getting too cold.
We had arrived at the âGolden Palaceâ and checked in. I showered and changed clothes before meeting the others in the reception area. On the reception desk, I saw a telephone and remembered that my mother had wanted me to call her as soon as I arrived to let her know I was safe and sound. At that point, I never made the call.
For the past couple of weeks, I had been complaining of a tremendous toothache, and I donât know if it was the air pressure during the flight, but my face had by now swollen up and the pain was excruciating. I informed John of my extreme discomfort at reception and he told me that there was a hospital quite close to the hotel, and that we could go there first. So my first ever excursion in the marvellous city of Bangkok, was to the hospital. Luckily, I had been examined, diagnosed and treated all within thirty minutes of arrival at the hospital. They gave me one big tablet, a wonder drug, and by the evening I was cured. We left the hospital and made our way to the International Beer Garden, and the next couple of hours I explained at the beginning of this book.
After re-taking my seat at the International Beer Garden, we all had a few more beers and I was still looking wildly around at all the girls. I was that âkid in a sweetshopâ. It was about 8p.m. now and it was dark. We all had moved around to the other side of the bar and to me, it seemed like a completely different venue. All the girls were different and the bar itself was now lit up like a Christmas tree. As I sat there, I felt a gentle hit on my arm from behind as girl passed me by. I just saw her from the back at first. She had on Denim Dungarees that were cut off at the knees and a yellow T-shirt, shoulder length black hair and a cute little school bag over her shoulders that had on it a cartoon caricature of Snoopy the dog. She turned around to me and curtsied. She was not beautiful at all, but she was just so very cute. I asked her to sit with me and offered to buy her a drink. She accepted and ordered an orange juice.
We sat for some time together and chatted. She said that she was nineteen years old and that her name was Nang; I even had a Polaroid photograph taken with her by a passing peddler, which I have still got somewhere. I noticed that John had found a girl and he was sitting with her, but I realised that we would not be in this bar for much longer because it was our first night in Bangkok and we all wanted to explore. I explained to Nang that we would all be going soon and she looked very disappointed so I said not to worry and that I would meet up with her at my hotel at 2a.m. I gave her the name and directions of the hotel and she made me promise that I would be there. When John and the others came over to me to say that they were going, I told John about the plans that I had just arranged with the girl sat next to me. He almost got angry with me as he called me an idiot, saying that there would be better girls out there that I would want to take and that I would be unable to do so now.
So as we were leaving, Nang got up and went over to join her friends, one of which was the girl that John had been sitting with. John saw the girls together, stopped in his tracks and went back over to his girl. We stood and waited for him and after a few moments, he returned and told me that he had arranged to see his girl at the hotel as well at 2a.m. I thought that was a bit hypocritical of him, but he had done this because he had realised that his girl was a friend of my girl. We left the bar and got in a Tuk-Tuk, (a local taxi, a scooter with a carriage stuck on the back) and we headed off towards the âPat Pongâ road.