Go Go for trying to do something different. So that's where I get my daily exercise, right there, running up and down the stairs between Rock and Cowboy girls. In the meantime my old friend Steve sits outside in the BBQ, talking to the police guys, who have chosen Rock Hard their second home. Steve hardly goes into the Go Go any more, except when he has to take leak. But he is wrong, of course.
Nothing is better in Bangkok.
Everything is better in Patong. An evening out in Bangkok begins and ends with sitting in a taxi, looking at traffic. In between you sit in another taxi, driving from one place to another, looking at more traffic. There is nothing at all which can compare to the uniqueness of Patong. Here you wander around in one long, happy intoxication from one bar, one A Go Go to another, until your good old Honda Dream takes you home somehow, somewhere.