I spend a long break each winter in the Thai town of Hua Hin
Two years ago after spending a few hours messing around on the computer, I went for a stroll. It was late afternoon and I had no agenda to find a girl, just to stretch my legs before finding a convivial bar for a sundowner.
I was walking down a street called Poonsuk Road, which separates the temple complex from the nightlife area. Originally a stream that was covered over, it meanders very slightly. Towards the northern end, there are many massage shops, a couple of them respectable, the others less so.
As one walks by the long lazy drawn-out calls of ‘Hello massage’ accost one from both sides.
The lane dog-legs as it crosses Soi 57 and the last stretch is dotted with more massage shops, laundry shops, and various other businesses.
As I approached one of the last massage shops, a girl stood outside, her trousers pulled tight revealing a hint of her camel toe, and with her legs pressed tight together.
‘Hello massage,’ she said, but in a clipped excited voice. Being different, it caught my attention. A couple of paces past her, I stopped and turned. ‘Thank you for stopping,’ she said, with a meek little smile, and the same little girl voice.
What the hell, I thought, and went in for a massage. As I did so, I noticed a slim middle aged man of Scandinavian appearance, putting his shoes on outside.
The girl looked mid-twenties, and of average build for a Thai lady, but much fuller breasted than most.
The shop was small, with just three cubicles, each with a simple bench covered by a thin mattress and towels.
The oil massage followed the usual routine - face down for a massage first, and then see what happens when she asks you to turn over.
If you are not interested in ‘extras’ then it is advisable to wear a towel or keep your boxers on, presenting naked clues the girl as to what you’re after.