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 over 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 a former bar girl from 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 the 6th and final part 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 (Part Three)
- Walking the Wild Side – The Life of a Sex Tourist (Part Four)
- Walking the Wild Side – The Life of a Sex Tourist (Part Five)
WALKING THE WILD SIDE
THE LIFE OF A SEX TOURIST
BY ALLAN DUDSON
I had arrived back to the othersâ just as the penalty shootout was about to begin between England and Germany. It was at that point I realised my surroundings. The bar was split almost equally between German and English clientel. After the final whistle, Germany had won because one of our players had missed the penalty. I will always remember how polite and almost apologetic the German fans were in that bar at that time. They were calmly approaching the English fans and shaking hands, and in a German accent saying things like; âZe English played zerh gutâ and âVe wver luckyâ¦ you played better gameâ. I remember thinking that if England would have won, the arrogant English fans in there would have been on their feet, ridiculing and demeaning the poor Germans and shouting abuse, making references to the 1966 world cup and the Second World Warâ¦ Iâm not always proud to be British.
After the match, we headed off to a bar that John knew about called âThe Termite Barâ; the seediest joint in all of Bangkok at the time. It’s got a lot nicer in there nowadays. There were not a lot of girls in there, as I remarked to John. He said it was a bit early; I looked at my watch and it was just gone midnight. I saw a jukebox playing in the corner so I went over to it after getting a drink and the others followed. In my opinion, the best disc in there was âThe Beatles, Live at the B.B.Câ. It had some good old rock ‘n’ roll tracks on it, so I inserted ten Baht and played some. I looked around while I was enjoying the music and I saw a huge, mixed race man standing over near the doors and I noticed his remarkable size. He must have been a marine or something because he was arguing with two little Thai men, who were half his size, and I could hear his American accent.
John and I started a conversation and he told me that a few years ago he was in this Termite Bar, when a woman came over to him with a young girl. He said that this girl was her daughter and that she could not have been more than twelve years old, and the woman was trying to get John to take her back to his room. I asked him if he took her and he didn’t answer, he just smiled and took a drink from his bottle. I told him that I would love to try a young girl but twelve years old was a bit too young for me, she would have to be naturally ready for sex, but not necessarily legally ready. Just then, we both started laughing because the next track that I had selected began to play and it was called, ‘Young Blood’ by The Beatles.
Whilst this song was still playing, I turned towards the big guy who was getting more vocal by the second. Then, out of nowhere, a little Thai man came running up from behind and jumped up the big manâs back, threw his arms around his neck and slit his throat. The big man dropped to the floor and his assassin disappeared. Everybody was told to get out quickly and I remember looking at the dead body as I left. The blood was still coming out of his neck and into a puddle around him. There was so much blood, it wasn’t like I’d seen in the movies, and it was real. We stood outside for a while as many motorbikes pulled up; some were police and some were the Thai Mafia, but all with shotguns by their sides. A little old Thai lady was sweeping the blood out of the bar doors and into a drain outside.
Strangely unaffected by witnessing a murder, we all made our way to the main road and decided to go back to âSoi Cowboyâ where we had been the previous night. On the way towards a Tuk-Tuk, I saw two little girls walking towards us. They stopped and one of them asked me where we were going, I told her that we were heading towards Soi Cowboy so she said, âI go with you?” I looked her up and down and thought about what John and I had just been discussing in The Termite Bar. I asked her how old she was and she said nineteen. I didn’t believe that at all as she looked more like a ten year old. So I asked John what he thought and he told me to take her because I had just said that I would like to try a young girl; and not only that, he wanted her friend. So the six of us got into a taxi and we headed off to Soi Cowboy.
My girl sat in my lap in the taxi and I felt her body. My mind was telling me that I couldn’t go through with it because of my morals. She had no tits at all and her body was so tiny, but she wanted me to fuck her; I was confused. We all got out of the taxi and I told John that my girl seemed far too young and that I would never be able to look myself in the face again if I was to violate that small girl. I gave her one hundred Baht and told her to go home; John did the same to his girl. The girls both just stood there as we walked off. I don’t think they understood what had just happened. As we entered another bar, I looked back to see if the girls were still there and saw them being escorted away by two big, fat, German looking guys, so I guess they were going to get fucked anyway, but not by me. Those girls could well have been old enough to be doing what they were doing as some of the Thai girls do appear a lot younger than their actual age, and by 1996, there were strict rules introduced to eradicate underage activity around the bars.
We ended up in a go-go bar called âSkools Outâ. It was very similar to the âClassroomâ bar in Pattaya that John had told me about. All the dancers were dressed like schoolgirls. We had quite a lot to drink in there that night. We all sat at the bar and we each had a girl stood next to us. I was having a lot of fun with my girl with my hand in the back of her panties as I was openly caressing her buttocks. By this time I was sat with a noticeable erection so my girl had got it out and was playing with it; John was leaning over his girlsâ shoulder and was looking at my erect penis. I noticed a sign hanging up over the end of the bar that read âNaughty Boysâ Cornerâ so I asked John what it meant. He told me to go and sit there and I would find out. On that occasion, due to John’s inadequate answer and the smug look on his face, I decided not to. We stayed in there for about one hour and then all decided to go back to the hotel, without girls. It was dictated by John that we get some sleep and get a taxi in the morning to go to Pattaya.
(NOT) THE END
Don’t worry, this isn’t the end of Allan Dudson’s 301-page book but pretty much only the beginning. It’s just the end of our series of excerpts from Walking the Wild Side â The Life of a Sex Tourist that we were allowed to publish here.
If you’ve enjoyed our âliterary appetizersâ and want to join our “sex tourist” narrator on his first trip to Pattaya in 1996 – you can purchase the book at the Amazon website at just Â£2.67.