The alcohol and sex fuelled ramblings of an semi-sane, sometimes forgetful, permanent tourist.
The first bar I visited in AC was Gecko – I can’t remember what year it was but I was a late arrival to Fields Ave and certainly didn’t experience it in the 70’s or 80’s like so many of my expat friends keep going on about ad-nauseam.
Crazy House is at the end of Soi Cowboy (Bangkok), and then just turn right. Go there… mmmkay? It’s fucking fantastic. It’s one of the only places I’ve seen a plethora of vagina in my face that’s not masked by shyness or a short pek-pek skirt.
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