The alcohol and sex fuelled ramblings of an semi-sane, sometimes forgetful, permanent tourist.
So… it’s been a while and I just thought I’d let you know what’s going on. Obviously, travel has been severely restricted and even locally we’ve been locked down to the point of insanity. My fingers, toes and balls are crossed that it will open up soon.
Continue reading “Fucking Covid”
I gotta be honest with you. Three of my favourite bars are called Angelwitch. I first encountered the Angelwitch in Angeles City near Walking St. Not entirely sure what to think of it, my friend – an avid homosexual Elvis enthusiast – decided it was worth paying the DJ four thousand pesos to get on stage and mime to Heartbreak Hotel. It was that moment I fell in love… with the girl in the red bikini and the glasses (did I mention I love girls in glasses?).
I promised a Part 2, and here it is! While I was only in Japan for a short while I did manage to have a few experiences in the local whore houses of Osaka.
I’ve always written off Japan – probably because it’s so fucking expensive for everything except fantastic food, but I realise now that there is a value to quality over low cost.
Continue reading “J is for… Turning Japanese (日本人) – Soaplands (ソープランド)”
Ok so we’re up to the letter J
Basically, there are no interesting bars starting with J. Correct me in the comments if you are an internet troll. Go on. I dare you. We’ll be drinking in a bar starting with another letter next week!
Continue reading “J is for … Fuck all. Mini-reviews and apathy!”
Imagine for a second that you’re walking down the street. It’s high 30’s (Celsius) and a million percent humidity. Beckoning you on your right is another girly bar where you are sure there will be 100 of the same girls vying for your attention. On the left – like a cool breeze on your sweaty face – is the VO2 Ice Bar. Wow.
Continue reading “I is for… (VO2) Ice Bar, Pattaya, Thailand”