The smell of death hung over the decrepit furniture and the stage had a couple of fellows on it who looked like they had wandered out of a concentration camp and only recently put on a bit of flesh. The beer was a hundred baht and ice-cold. Not to mention a dozen or so Thais who were giving me death looks. The next bar I wandered into had all these muscle builder types flexing their biceps as they danced erratically to the Laotian music. There was one farang, naked from the waist up, who had a chest so huge he looked like a humanoid from a 21st century film that illustrated how wrong evolution could get things.
Thai girls like to fall for.
A couple of the foreigners were fellow devotees of the go-go bars, grinning devilishly in revenge mode, full of themselves on what they could get away with for a few hundred baht. Before I could hit Silom again I threw up, violently sick as if my soul was trying to force its way out of my body.