The Story of my First Night in Bangkok

I started to write the story of my first night in Bangkok a few years ago when I started the blog, and recently realized I never finished or published it.

And you could ask, is it because I’m ashamed of it?

No. It’s actually quite a funny one.

So why the hell did I never finished writing this post?

Probably because I got distracted again, or confused, like I was that night.

So let me tell you what happened my first night ever in Bangkok, and Thailand.

A little bit of context

What was I doing in Bangkok?

Did I came for the hot girls, parties, smoking weed on the island…

Actually, not at all. It was quite the opposite.

I first came to Thailand in November 2011, right after my first year as a bartender.

I was only 21 but already burnout because I worked too much, drunk way too much, and because the girl I was completely in love with broke my heart again…

So I needed to break the circle and to take some time to focus on myself, far from all sorts of drinking and nightlife.

Here I was, on a plane going to Thailand, on my way to take some rest, think about my life, learn Muay Thai, and chill on the beach.

At least that was the plan.

Landing in Bangkok

On the plane, I met some people that were staying at Khaosan Road, one of the most famous streets in the world for backpackers and travelers.

A crazy place with tons of bars, clubs, loud music, drunk backpackers, laughing ballons, and hopefully… these guys.

We’re in 2012, adding them as friends on Facebook didn’t come to my mind and I didn’t even use Whatsapp.

So we just plan to meet at Khaosan around 9 pm.

One of my friends has an apartment in Bangkok, in Silom, so I’m saying goodbye to the guys at the airport and get on my way to the apartment to drop my bag before I join them in Khaosan.

If you haven’t been to Thailand or Bangkok before, the first time you arrive is quite an experience. Especially if you’re traveling solo.

Going through the long queue at the immigration, seeing signs everywhere written with weird vermicelli, people speaking a language you can’t even remotely understand… it’s quite intense, especially after a long flight.

Then you get out of the airport, finally. And the weight of the heat drops on you.

Hot, tired, confused, I grab a taxi to go to Silom at my friend’s apartment and get scammed by the taxi.

So far, it’s the typical first hour in Bangkok for anyone who’s going there for the first time.

I arrive at the apartment, drop my bag, and go straight to take a shower.

I can feel I’m tired but the adrenaline of being in a new place gets the best of me.

I change and get on my way to Khaosan.

First Time in Khaosan

As soon as I get down the condo I jump in a Tuk Tuk, because that’s probably the way locals get around, and I’m heading to Khaosan.

I can’t remember how much I paid for the ride, probably way too much, but I’ve made it to Khaosan, 1 hour late.

tuk tuk lights in Bangkok

For anyone who never been to Khaosan Road before, how to describe it?

It’s really noisy, packed, there’s all kinds of smells and weird things going on… it isn’t like anything you’ve seen before.

Fried scorpions and spiders on sticks, flames coming from street food stalls, people getting massages in the street next to a live band and drunk backpackers drinking in buckets… whatever cliché you get about Thailand is there.

I go up and down the street about 10 times looking for the guys I met on the plane but I can’t find them, and honestly, I can’t really remember their look like.

There are just too many people, and I’m too thirsty.

After about 1 hour, I give up. I go to one of the biggest bars in Khaosan road, order a beer, and look at people going crazy in the street.

When things get weird

Time’s passing, I’ve drunk about 3 big Leo (the most popular Thai beer) and I decide to play pool. I play 2 games with different people and go back to my table.

That’s when a Thai girl approaches me and asks me if I want to play with her.

I hesitate, tell her I don’t have any money, but she insists and pays for the pool, and for my beer.

I don’t know how many games or beers followed but I know that by the time the bar is about to close I’ve lost most of the games and I’m pretty drunk.

At this point, I’m not even sure what I’m doing here. I just keep drinking and playing pool.

I can feel the Thai girl is getting closer and closer to me, laughing at everything I’m saying and she’s drunk as well.

She’s a bit chubby, pretty small, not really my type, but at this point of the night (and in my life) I don’t really have a type anymore.

We kiss. And kiss again. And when the bar close she asks me if we can go to my hotel.

I tell her I live far away and there’s no way I’m bringing her to my room.

She asks me if I want to take a room in Khaosan so we can have sex.

At this point, I become suspicious, so I tell her I don’t have any money.

She offers to pay for the room. My dick agrees. And we go around looking for a short time room.

But every hotel we go to say no.

They’re either fully booked or I don’t understand what they’re saying.

Then she’s like “I know a hotel but it’s a bit far”. I’m like “I don’t mind, but I don’t have any money”.

She says “It’s fine, I’ll pay for it”.

So she stops a taxi, we get in, and I got no idea where we’re going.

I don’t know how long we stayed in the taxi, but I think we spent at least 30 minutes in there.

At this point, I got no idea where I am in Bangkok or what I’m doing there.

She stops for a minute to withdraw some cash and came back with a handful of thousand baht notes, so apparently there’s enough money to pay for the cab, and the hotel.


What is That Place ?

The taxi finally takes a last turn and enter a parking, where someone closes a curtain behind the taxi.

I got no idea where we are or what is that place.

That’s when I start to feel a bit anxious.

Are guys gonna come from behind the curtain and beat me up to steal my money and my phone? Is this the way people get their kidneys stolen?

She pays for the ride, we get out of the taxi and we walk into a room where there are a bed, a weird chair, and a bathroom.

sex char in love hotel in bangkok
That’s the real picture of the room

Now I think I understand where we are.

I know it’s some sort of love hotel, but again, who the hell is she?

Why did she accept to pay for everything? What’s the catch here?

She goes into the bathroom to “get ready”.

I look around and I start to freak out. I know I need to get out of there.

I knock on the door of the bathroom and ask “Do you have any condoms?”. She says “Yes, one in my bag”. So I tell her “Ok, I’m gonna go buy more at 7 Eleven”.

Before she got the time to answer or get out of the bathroom, I leave the room.

As I’m getting the eff out of there, push the curtain and walk rapidly to the main street nearby, one guard who works there starts to yell at me.

Is he asking if I need anything? Is he pissed because he thinks I’m leaving without paying (which I totally am)? No idea. I’m not stopping.

I wave my hand in the air to say: “I’ll be back soon” and keep walking really fast to the street.

Then as soon as I arrive in the street and I get out of his sight, I start to run!

I probably ran non stop for at least 15 minutes, always looking back to see if nobody was following me.

And nobody was. Except for some street dogs.

The Walk of Shame

“The Walk of Shame” There’s no better expression to describe that moment.

It’s about 5 am now, the sun is about to rise, I’ve got no idea where I am, but I know I’m far from home.

With the help of the GPS on my phone that is working even though I don’t have a SIM Card, I manage to find my way back home.

I walked to get back there. And it took me about 2 hours.

I still remember to these days, that’s approximately what the walk I did I was:

At least that was a good way to discover some parts of the city I would have probably never seen by myself.

And then I finally made it “back home”.

itf tower in silom bangkok

There you have it.

That’s what happened for my first night ever in Bangkok and Thailand.

Quite a story.

But nothing compared to other nights I’ve had after that.

I think anyone who lived in Bangkok for a few years could write a book full of stories you wouldn’t believe.

Anyway. If you want to know more about Bangkok, click here.

And if you’re interested to know how’s life for expats in the city of angels, click here.

Now it’s your turn. Tell me.

How was your first night in Bangkok?

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