Sunset Joywalk Dongtan Beach – Google+ Embed!

Learning My Blogging Skills

Ladies and Gentlemen I’m just learning by leaps and bounds, today’s accomplishment is embedding Google Plus posts into my blog. Last time it was FaceBook posts. Because WordPress is just too complicated for my simple brain, I’m trying other things.

More people see my FaceBook posts, but adding Google Plus posts raises my SEO on Google Searches. So you can expect to see more of both kinds right here on

Daily Routine

These pictures are typical of my daily routine in Jomtien Beach, Thailand. I’m such a late riser it’s usually past lunchtime by the time I find a good cheap breakfast. Today was a quick bowl of thin rice noodle soup with pork balls, fish cake, and ground chicken, a pinch of the four Thai condiments: sugar, chili powder, vinegar, and fish sauce. A few greens added. Just 40 baht ($1.33) at a roadside stand.

Caged Parakeet

Next I might grab a massage at the Thai Blind Massage Institute. A one hour Thai massage is 180 baht, I tip the reception 20, and the masseur 100. About $9 total! Tea or coffee is given afterwards out on the front porch, where you can relax and chat with the caged parakeet.

No Cutie Pies Today

It’s late afternoon by this time so I might head to the beach for a sunset joy walk and photo adventure. I try to see how many cute guys I can convince to be photographed, but today was pretty slow on that count. The weather was just perfect, about 80 degrees f and lightly breezy.

That’s The Spirit!

The highlight of this joywalk was a cluster of spirit houses near the far northern end of the beach. Spirit houses are similar in concept to the Mexican Deo de los Muertos altars which honor the dead. In Thailand they’re also meant to give them a place to hang out, eat, drink, relax, and pray. Placed outside and away from people, they hopefully distract the spirits from haunting those that are still living.

Krap, Khun Krap

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Wish You Were Heeeeeeeeeere…

Relaxation Vacation

I wish all of my friends, including you, my devoted viewers, could join me on my relaxation adventure here on Dongtan Beach, near Pattaya, Thailand. I’m staying at the extremely affordable ($21 a night) DD Inn Guesthouse, just 50 feet off the beach. My typical day consists of waking up around noon, slaving away at my blog, or hanging out at the air conditioned Tuk Com or Central Festival shopping malls where I feast on ice creams and gelatos.

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When the heat breaks, around 4 or 5 pm, I take my new Samsung Galaxy S4 Google Play unlocked international version for a photo adventure on the beach. The goal is to see how many cute guys I can get to let me take their picture.

The Farangs Have Gone

In this video, I’m Having a cold Singha, the national beer of Thailand, in the lime green chairs section. The weather is extremely pleasant, a balmy 85 Fahrenheit. Most of the ugly farangs have gone already, except me, 555 (Thai slang for hahaha, or lol).

What’s left are mostly the concession workers, gorgeous local boys, packing up the chairs and tables, and raking the sand clean of stray trash. The sound of them joking, laughing, and giggling like little schoolgirls is music to my ears. They’re generally quite friendly and eager to have me sit in their section, and ham and pose for as many pictures as I like. There’s even a stray dog at the end who comes over to say hello.

Sorry You Couldn’t Join Me

Since your not sitting here right next to me, thank you so much for dropping in and letting me share this pleasurable sunset moment. Be sure to subscribe, so you can be the first to see my photo adventures as they unfold right here on my splashy photo blog.

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Krap khun krap,

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Jomtien Boys Pushing And Pulling…

Man Watching

Watch as these hard working young men clean their concession area of Jomtien’s gay beach, pushing and pulling the sand with rakes and smoothing shovels.

Sweet Service

Every day at the beginning and end of the day, the sand must be swept of trash and debris. This particular section is a favorite of gay tourists: Rit Beach Orange Chairs section 15. To pull in more customers, free wifi is offered, and top notch bend over backwards and forwards service is given by these gorgeous cutie pies. The pie faced sweetie-pie in the hat is especially nice to me, always making sure I have what I need, smiling and batting his eyelashes, why, he even gives me pieces of mint candy!

Anything You Want Meesta?

A minor annoyance at Jomtien Beach are the peddlers, constantly hawking their wares and services, such as porn dvd’s, poppers, viagra, cialis, the latest un-authorised Hollywood releases often before they hit the screens in the US, chachkas, jewelry, watches, ice cream, deep fried seafood, massages, manicures, pedicures, etc.

One item I found quite amusing was a plastic pig that quacked like a duck when squeezed. I want one!

Easy Pushover

At the end of this video, you can see that I’m an easy pushover as I give in to an older woman pedicurist. I remembered her from last year, so I had no problem trusting her with all those sharp and pointy instruments being used on my delicate little tootsies. She did such a good job, on my hands too, all for about $9us. Now I must go and find some black nail polish.

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Krap khun krap,

Jimmeee Widgets

Robinson Crusoe and Man Friday

Selamat Melang (good evening)!
Sorry so long since my last trashy tale, the inter-net connections here are slower than molasses in January.  It’s hot enough to fry an egg on the seat of the motor scooter I rented.  I’m mostly staying in the room w/ac and two pools at the Kumala Grand ($20 a nite!).  Or at my favorite massage and warang (open air restaurant) called Callego, right on Ganesha Beach, the gay beach.
Am having a blast (no pun intended) here in Bali.
There is much to like, and then there is much to dislike here in the Kuta Beach area.  As soon as you step outside the airport, you are greeted by hundreds of screaming “taksi” touts.  It seemed I was the only one who knew about the official taxi counter, just 30 feet to the right, thanks to the Lonely Planet Guide.  For 50,000 rupiah (five dollars!) you can get a hassle free ride to the beach resorts.
The older gent was dressed in traditional shirt and head scarf–how did he not sweat to death?  Pleasant and conversational, he sadly pointed out the place where the bomb went off as we passed by on the way.  The roads are very narrow, zig-zaggy, and crammed with motorbikes.  He came close to my destination and had to ask a shop keeper the exact location which was 100 feet or so down an even narrower “gang” (small side alley).

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Russel Guesthouse was a hell hole.  The website advertised AC, jacuzzi, and it must have mentioned 10 times “gay man massage” and “just minutes from gay nude beach”, none of which were true.  I pulled the rope that rang a bell, the “Russell’s Place” sign was so faded one could barely read it.  Five minutes later the driver is asking if I needed to find another place, and I should have, but finally a very cute attendant who looked about 19 answered. “Oooh jess, d-d-d-Roossell tell me yoo combing.”
He apologized for the place being so dusty, “busyness veddy veddy bad long time now.”  I must have been the first person to stay there since the bombing 5 years ago.  The plumbing and electrical were well below code, the AC did not work.  To flush the toily one filled the red bucket and poured in by hand.  He showed me where the fuse box was and which one to push to turn on the pump , a noisy machine just outside my window, if I wanted a shower.
He chased a huge hornet out of the room with a broom stick, and apologized again.  I’m guessing that the owner Russel may have abandoned the place and went back to Europe, leaving the place to his young lover to look after.  I barely saw him again as it seemed he was too busy messing around with his suspiciously under-age looking girlfriend who I spied/heard in the next room.
Working up a sweat just laying on the bed in front of the fan, I decided to take a walk, a long, sweltering hot, 25 minute walk to the beach.
I arrived at the famous Double 6 Road area, and my eyes just about popped out of my head. A glorious, fiery sunset was the back drop for quite the beach scene, eye candy as far as one could see.  A group of god-like, rich, velvety chocolate skinned, sweat coated young men were playing a game of volleyball.  A few feet away a crowd had gathered around a fire dancing brigade accompanied by drums, bells, whistles, cymbals, and various other unique Balinese musical instruments.
I fumbled around with my new digital cam when one friendly cutie pie after the next spotted me and approached.  “Halloo sir, where you from?  First time Bali?”
“Ka-Lee-fore-nee-ya” (Ahnald style) I stammer, forgetting about the camera for now.  Not wanting to jump on the first opportunity, I chatted each one up for a bit and then politely excused myself until the next friendly but ever more aggressive cutie pie tried his luck with me.  What an ego booster for a lonely middle-aged leach like myself!
After a while the attention is getting to be too much, so I throw off my sandals, stick my toes in the water, and start heading north on the beach.  Past the bungee jumping tower where the occasional scream is carried by the balmy breeze, it’s just about dark by now.  I feel safe because I see plenty of other solo strollers, both tourists and locals, and everyone nods or says hello in one of many international languages.
I’m giddy and giggly, feeling this trip is about to get really fun, but I’m tired and exhausted from the plane ride and the heat.  I’m thinking how the hell–I mean heck, am I going to find my way back to the furnace–I mean guesthouse, when I spy yet another cutie pie in a white t-shirt and baseball cap lurking in the darkness.
He slowly approaches but is very shy.  “halloo, what’s your name sir?”  I asked him and he says “Ketut”.
“Too-too?  Tootsie? Cutie?”  I’m joking but really trying to get the pronunciation right at the same time.  A bit more small talk before I figure his vibe is friendly and that he’s not going to stab me and rob me on the spot.  I ask for directions back to Russel Guest House, and he offers a ride on his moto-bike.  I’m hemming and hawing, so he grabs my hand and puts it in his pocket, where something large, live, and stiff is throbbing, and that’s all I need to say “OK let’s go!”
Five hours, two orgasms, a nap and 4 showers later, he says he has to go, but we make one of three more dates which he actually shows up on time for!  A man of few words, this perfect gentleman was like my Man Friday come to save me from all the aggressive, almost cannibalistic touts, money-boys, trinket  hawkers and tour pushers on this beautiful, paradisiacal island called Bali.
Selamat tinggal (goodbye),