Barrief

It is very difficult to get Aids from a Girl during normal Virginal sex. However, the risk is much greater if you participate in anal penetration, in as much as the aperture is much smaller and the chances of causing an abrasion of the Penis are that much greater. If you have an abrasion, through over use etc., then if you have unprotected sex, virginal or other, the risk of getting an STD is very high indeed. I posted the above cautionary story a few months after I learned that Ooy had died of an Aids related disease, as I felt obligated to warn others of the 'pit falls.' When Pete posted this thread I thought that perhaps it was time to reproduce it. The dangers are no less now than then. I was a newbie back then and really thought that Ooy would keep her promise not to go with others and risk spreading the disease. I have learned a lot about Thai culture since then, and realise that it was a forlorn hope born out of naivety.

. Pacman and I, were having a beer one summer’s evening, about a year after I first met Ooy. We’d returned home from Pattaya a few weeks previously. While we were on that trip Ooy had developed a persistent cough. I took her to Boots, the Pharmacy, in ‘Big C’ for some medication, but it didn’t seem to help much. After we returned I spoke to her on the phone a couple of times a week, and each time we talked the cough seemed to be getting worse. She was also losing weight. She was down to 39 kilo. Sitting there by the Sea, on the Coast of Kent, on this summer’s evening, with a mate and a beer or two, what could be better. But Ooy kept slipping into my mind, and how ill she seemed to be getting. She had all the symptoms of Tuberculosis, which is rife in Thailand, caused by drinking infected unpasturised milk. I voiced my fears to Pacman. We discussed it for a while, when he said “why don’t we go back there next week.” We’d only been back home around five or six weeks, and so returning now would wipe out my cash reserves. But I couldn’t see any alternative. Tuberculosis is curable these days, but left untreated for too long, it’s certain death. We arrived in Pattaya six days later. I hadn’t told Ooy that I was returning so she freaked when she saw me walking down Soi 8 towards her Bar. It was great to be back and it was about now that I started having thoughts of taking her back to the UK. Returning to Pattaya then was a good idea. I’d not been sleeping well for worrying about her and wondering what to do. It was such a relief being there and knowing that the next day we would be in one of the Hospitals and getting her sorted. I slept well that night. Roy (laffnlive) had recommended a Doctor near the Bangkok Bank, on Second Road. Dr Belen. On a previous trip Roy had been very ill indeed. She’d put him on a drip and sat with him in his Hotel room all night. She spoke to Ooy for five minutes or so, when she turned to me and said, “I would like to send her to the Bangkok Pattaya Hospital for a full examination.” I readily agreed. She made a phone call to the Hospital and ten minutes later we were at the reception desk. They were expecting us, and after taking a few details from Ooy, we were shown into Dr Prasit’s office. He’d obviously got information from Dr Belen when she'd spoke to him, and I voiced my fears about TB. He sent Ooy for an XRay and blood tests and told us to come back in an hour. I was elated as we sat in a restaurant on the Sukhumvit Road, having lunch to pass the hour away. Ooy was going to get treated and in a few weeks she would be OK. I was thinking of what I had to do about getting together all the info needed for a Visa. I’d not said anything to Ooy about taking her back to the UK. But when I returned in a few months she would be healthy and I would have all the paperwork needed for the Visa. I would ask her then, but I couldn’t imagine her not wanting to go. The hour flew by, as I was absorbed in my thoughts about being at home with Ooy. We were shown into Dr Prasit’s office, where he was in the process of putting an XRay up on an illuminated box. He turned to me and pointing to the XRay he said: “She doesn’t have TB but she is HIV Positive. I think it’s worse than that. I think she may have AIDS.” He paused for a second or two, as my brian buzzed and went numb. He continued: “I can’t be sure how far it’s progressed, unless we send a blood sample to Bangkok for a ‘T’ cell count.” He looked directly at me, and I could tell he was wondering how I would react. “Do you want to do that?” he asked. I nodded. “I’ll give her some antibiotics for the chest infection now, then if you come back in three days I’ll know what we need to do for the future.” I nodded. My mouth was dry and I was developing a headache. He turned to Ooy and presumably told her the same. I watched her closely not knowing what to expect. Her face was impassive, set in stone... When he finished she said something to him briefly. He turned to me: “Will you pay for her treatment?” he said. I asked how much it would cost. “About seven or eight thousand baht a month.” I said OK, not giving it much thought at the time. We rode back to the Hotel in the Baht Taxi in silence. Holding each other tight. When we got into the room she sat on the edge of the bed. I sat beside her, putting my arm round her shoulders. “When me die teerak?” she said. Tears streaming down her face. My first thought was “Bastards. Don’t these people have any humanities?” He should have sent her to a Councillor who could have explained that it was not a death sentence. With the right treatment she could live a long and near normal life. I did my best to explain this to her and she eventually fell asleep. I laid down on the bed beside her considering the implications. I don’t know if I can say that I was in love with Ooy. But I was certainly very fond of her. She was attractive and was easy to be with. I felt a bond between us. Could I walk away and let her die\x00\x00a? Right then I couldn’t. Seven or eight thousand Baht a month was easily affordable. It would have virtually no effect on my life at all. But... I would be paying for the rest of my life. When we returned to the Hospital three days later, Dr Prasit confirmed the diagnosis. Her ‘T’ cell count was so low that she could die within a few months. Her body had very little immunity from infections. He explained to me, and then to Ooy, the strict drug regime. She had to take six or seven pills every twelve hours. Without fail. No alcohol of course. The Holiday was a mess. We’d hardly left the room for the last three days. Ooy spent most of her time sleeping and it was difficult to get her to eat anything. When Dr Prasit gave her a diet sheet, and explained that if she were to stick to the diet and drug regime, there is no reason why\x00\x00a she wouldn’t have along life, she brightened up a little. As we were leaving the office Dr Prasit said to me: “Do you want an HIV test?” Oh Shit! Until he said that I hadn’t even thought about it. “No, I said.” There was no point in having a test now. If I were infected there was nothing I could do about it. I’d wait until I got home. I wasn’t optimistic. I’d been with Ooy since my very first trip to Thailand, one year and three trips ago. I’d had at least 80 unprotected shags. I was in turmoil. Not least because there was the possibility that I was infected. But what to do about Ooy? There was no way I was going to send her back to the Village with a monthly allowance. That would cost another 20,000 Baht a month... for the rest of my life. There was no way I could bring her back to the UK now, they wouldn’t let her in.\x00\x00 I definitely wasn’t going to Thailand to live. Not for many years anyway. If I sent her back to the Village the nearest City where she could get treatment was 80 miles away. So that was another complication. Not for the first time I wondered if I was doing the best thing in paying for her treatment. But I still couldn’t bring myself to walk away and let her die. The only alternative was to leave her working in Pattaya. She had to work to survive. Even back then as a Newbie, I knew that she w\x00\x00would go with Farang while I was away. Before she was diagnosed I didn’t care if she did. But now?.... ===================================================== When I got home I went to the clinic for a test. I explained why, and all the circumstances. The Female Doctor seemed concerned. She was obviously thinking the same as me. She offered me Counselling, even before the result was known. I declined. The Clinic ask you to phone in for the result in about a week. I didn’t want to do that. If it was bad news I wanted to be in front of a Doctor \x00\x00and get it sorted quickly. The Clinic is just a mile from my home so I drove there. I hadn’t got an appointment, but in any case the Receptionist gives you an envelope once you have given your password. She pulled the envelope out of a pigeon hole and I could see a note attached to it. Looking up from the note she said: “The Doctor want’s to see you. Can you wait”? It was almost an hour before I was called to see the Doctor. By then of course, I was convinced that it was the worst possible news. She said: “The test has come back negative.” I should have been elated. But I wasn’t. There had to be something else. She went on to tell me that it could take up to three to six months before HIV antibodies show up. (Oh f***ing great!) She said “I want to see you in three months, and if that is negative then again three months after that.” On my return three months later, she told me it was negative. She asked about how I felt in general. “Do you have any Flu or Cold like symptoms?” I told her that I didn’t, I felt fine. (Silly Tart. If I get a a cold or something during the next three months, I’m going to worry.) “Hmm. You may be OK,” she said. I was. The last test was clear. Later I had another test in Pattaya. Everything OK. ===================================================== Before I'd left Pattaya both the Doctor and I, told Ooy that she was not to go with any men. None! Not even with a Condom. I\x00\x00n the heat of the moment Condoms come off or break. Farang who are into arse shagging are particularly at risk. I wasn’t. I was lucky. I knew she wouldn’t take any notice of that. Especially if some Farang waved three thousand baht under her nose. After all she has to live. I still didn’t know what to do. I still couldn’t walk away. Should I tell the Bar Owner in the Hope that he would keep her on as “Service Only.” It was a risk telling him. If he kept her on as “Service only” he would be able to keep an eye on her. But the odds were that he would get rid of her bloody quick. Later I discussed it with Roy. I had no one else that I could confide in. We kicked it around for a long time and even then we couldn’t come up with a solution. \x00\x00I gave that a lot of thought. It would accomplish nothing if I told the Bar Owner. If he sacked her, then she could just move to another Bar, in Jomtien or Bangkok, or anywhere, and continue to infect others. Then there is another factor. Many Bar owners compel their Girls to have monthly STD checks. This was obviously not happening in this Guys Bar. Had that been the Policy here, then I would not have been exposed to the risk of being infected. He didn’t give a shit about me, so why should I care about him. I remained silent. The Beer Bar on Soi 8 (No longer there... demolished) was one of Roy’s favourite Bars. Roy is virtually resid\x00\x00ent in Pattaya, so he could keep an eye on her without her suspecting that he was doing so. He was already a regular customer. So I offered Ooy a deal. 1/ I would pay all her medical expenses, even if she had a cold or broke a leg. She could go to the Bangkok Pattaya Hospital for treatment, and they would charge my credit card along with the AIDS treatment. 2/ She would work Service only. I knew her Boss and his Wife would have no objection to that. She worked hard behind the Bar and got on with Customers very well. 3/ I would pay her room rent each month. (I paid it quarterly) Which means that all the money s\x00\x00˚he earned was hers, with no expenses. She would always have a roof over her head and never go hungry. I would just mention at this point that Ooy was a mature Girl. But she was attractive. She had two kids, a Girl and a Boy. The Girl had married a Japanese Guy and the Boy (20) worked on the family Farm. There were no real pressures on her to support the Family. Ooy agreed. She had no alternative. It must have been terrifying for her to know that her life depended on an unpredictable Farang. (That’s how they see us.) It worked well. She stuck to the strict drugs regime, attended the monthly appointment at the Hospital on time, and as far as I could tell she kept to her diet. I had a problem trying to get her eat three or for bananas every day (She considers bananas to be Monkey food) but she needed the calories to put weight back on, and needed the potassium. During the next couple of years or so I was going back to the LOS three or four times a year. The last time I saw\x00\x00 her she weighed 49 kilo. She was almost chubby. I always went to see Dr Prasit who kept me updated on her progress. He was incredibly pleased with her. On one occasion he told me that her ‘T’ cell count was almost that of a normal person. We made frequent trips to see her family in Nong Song Hong, and had some fabulous Parties. (Those Thai Guys can’t hold their drink. HA!) I loved the kids best of all, they were fun. I wrote several trip reports about my visits to Isan. I couldn’t have sex with Ooy. Not only because it was risky, but I would not have been able to get turned on with someone who had AIDS. This caused frequent arguments and tears. But she and I just had to live with it. Then on one of my visits to the Hospital, I asked Dr Prasit if she had told him if she knew how she had contracted the disease. Apparently, she worked in Bangkok, as a singer in a Band, before she came to Pattaya. She was having an affair with one of the Band members. She had been having this affair when she discovered that he had the Virus. When she confronted him about it, she was sacked. I tried not to show my dismay. But I think he knew he’d done wrong by telling me. What he was saying was that Ooy KNEW that there was a strong possibility that\x00\x00Ö she was HIV Positive when she was going with me. I felt betrayed. I hardly need mention that I was angry. She didn’t care about me back then. She didn’t give a shit if I got AIDS or not. This came at a time when Roy had told me that she had been missing from the Bar on a few Occasions. I really didn’t want a confrontation with her at that time. I was going home in a couple of days and I needed time to think. I was a coward. I pushed the problem to the back of my mind, refusing to deal with it. I’d been home a couple of weeks when I got an Email from another mate. Ooy had been missing from the Bar for two or three days. I had to face the truth. But I needed to find out for myself. I called her at three in the morning, Thai time, knowing that she would be back in her room by then. Or... She never turned her phone off. Not after I'd had a real ding dong with her for doing so on a couple of previous occasions. So, it didn’t surprise me when it rang. What did surprise me was when she answered with “ello?” Tentatively. She never said that. It was always “hello teerak.” And from there, she would gable off ‘ten to the dozen’. This time she was hesitant. What also surprised me was that there was an echo behind her voice. Like she was standing in an oil drum, but which I knew was a Hotel Bathroom. “Where you?” I said. “Loom me,” she replied. “You Lie!” “You Lie!” Then I heard a mans voice. German or Scandinavian accent: “Who that?” the voice asked. Ten seconds passed when she said to me: “me outside now.” “You Hotel Bathroom with Man Farang,” I said angrily, my voice moving up a notch or two. “No, me toilets, at Bar.” I heard the Farang voice say something again. “You Lie.” I cut the connection. That was the last time I was ever going \x00\x00to speak to her. I was at work when I called her that night, delivering the Chinky grub. For the next couple of hours I can hardly remember doing the deliveries. I was as angry as I could get. I hated her as much as I had hated anyone for the next couple of hours. Not because she broke our agreement, but because I knew I would withdraw my support and she would eventually die. And it would be me that was responsible for her eventual death. I was a coward. Even then I didn’t cut off her medical funds. I couldn’t send the Email to the Chief Cashier at the Hospital, cutting off her lifeline. I had about twenty days before the next payment was due to be taken off my Credit Card. I prevaricated. I needed someone to talk to. But I had no one. I was due to go to Dinner on the following Monday with Dave (Mirkwood) and Add, his Thai wife. I made up my mind to tell them about Ooy and the AIDS thing. And the recent events. Dave was surprised. Not so much at the AIDS thing, but at the fact that she would throw it all away. Add treated it all off handedly. As far as she was concerned it was normal. She was basically saying that the money comes first. Both dave and I said nothing when she said this. We went across to the Pub for a beer. I couldn’t cope with the difference in Cultures. Dave said nothing. But I think he was surprised at his Wife’s reaction. It was a couple of weeks later when I stopped the funds for Ooy’s treatment. During the next couple of years I had many E-mails and Phone ca\x00\x00lls. I answered neither. Except that she caught me out on my Birthday last year. I’d been having calls from the Kids and my Grandchildren, wishing me a happy Birthday. So when the phone rang yet again, I picked it up without looking to see who was calling. It was Ooy. She sang me ‘happy birthday’ all the way through, in between sobs. It was so hard to put the phone down. I wanted to grab her, and put my arms round her and say sorry. I wanted to get the next flight there. But I had to remind myself that she put my life in danger by having unprotected sex with me, knowing she had AIDS. She didn’t care about me. I’ve been away from home for a week or so recently, so I was out of the loop for a while. There was an Email from Roy (laffnlive) \x00\x00,and in replying I had to tell him that I couldn’t come to Pattaya in March. His next Email was pretty bad, but not unexpected. This is it word for word. ======================================== “OK, so now will tell you about Ooy. Didn't want to tell you until I was with you. Ooy has passed away. We were told on Jan. 20 that it happened two days before. But you know about Thais and Thai time, not that it makes any difference. Her problem was known but not talked about. Nee knew but didn't want to tell me, and I knew but didn't want to tell her. Nee was VERY worried about you, but I explained that you had been checked at least three times and you are OK for sure. Sorry to tell you by e-mail as it seems so impersonal to do so. That's why I wanted to wait until you were he\x00\x00re so I could tell you in person. Please don't agonise, Barrie. I know you. None of this was in any way your doing. Ooy was her own worst enemy. It's all very sad, but also very true. You did wonderful things for her, but she had no respect for you or for anyone else as proven by her behaviour. I just hope she didn't infect anyone by her irresponsible behaviour. ========================================= I said before that I didn’t know if I loved Ooy or not. I think maybe I did. This affair was a dilemma that I didn’t know how to solve. I thought for a couple of years that I had cracked it. I was wrong.

Thais are stupid because they think that we are. They think we don't know about their little scams. And when they're pulling one. And, after just 2 days of sex profess their undying love. And, oh, do I want to buy a bar. Only one million Baht. A quote from a Waiter: "no have Steak, have Beef." Then served fish. OK so Thais can survive in the Jungle and we couldn't. So can Monkeys.

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Yes… agree. I don't know what I was thinking of.

Thanks Martin. Hope you liked the improvements you suggested. Especially the Sound track stuff. Your feedback was a great help.

I have wanted to make a music video, ever since I bought a camcorder a couple of years ago. A Sony TG3. It's a great little HD Camcorder, but it has it's limitations… it's useless in low light conditions. Especially VARIABLE low light conditions. So, when finances allowed, and after much research, I bought a Panasonic HMC150. Bloody hell! I thought I'd never be able to get the hang of it. It's got almost more combinations of functions than I have in any computer software I possess. FLB Bar took on a new Band some time back, 'Rhythm Tracks.' (A big improvement on the 'Ugly Bros.") As a long standing customer of FLB (Ten years) I got the OK from the powers that be, to make a Video of the Band with my new toy. I was in luck! I was due to arrive in Pattaya on the Day of a Party in the Bar. 19th November. It would give me a chance to take a few experimental shots and to get some atmospheric crowd clips. It couldn't have been better. ( I thought.) How was I to know that it would be the busiest, biggest, Party the Bar has ever had. By around 10.00pm you couldn't get into the Bar. (No exaggeration.) It was impossible to move around the bar by then, without getting pushed about and elbowed, and no chance of getting any usable video shots. It eventually got so busy that 'Frosty' had to stand on the stage to get many of his pics. I gave up when I went back to the counter in the corner, where I'd left some of my video gear and drinks. It was three deep in bodies, all trying to get served. Trying to get through the barrier of bodies to retrieve my gear, was a challenge. At around 11.00pm I called time on my attempt to get any reasonable footage. The first Video clip below, shows a little of how it was that night, but at it's peak I couldn't do any filming. I usually make a point of introducing myself to the Sponsor(s) of an FLB Party, and buying them a drink. That was impossible on this occasion, and as a consequence, I don't know who the Sponsors were. Sorry. Below is a short compilation of usable Video clips from the Party. However, during the following seven to ten days I got some decent footage, with the considerable help of 'Frosty' and maximum co-operation from the band. If you were in the Bar during that time, and saw a nurd with a Video Camera, it was me. Rhythm Tracks - Bohemian Rhapsody. This project was way above my level of expertise. Both in the filming and editing. I started the edit process during the first week in December, and have recently finished the 10th Edit Version. I've lost count of how many hours it's taken to get this far, and I started with the most complex of all the Tracks I filmed… "Bohemian Rhapsody.' The Band will never be able to replicate the original track by Queen, but they do a really competent job of it. There are not many Bands that would even attempt it. I would like to have had another recording session with the Band as I was in desperate need of usable close-ups during the edit. However, I hope you enjoy it. If not… sorry. It's the best I can do at this stage. View other Videos like this. Click here!

2:00pm Thursday… Beer Garden…. today. Right now. There is a nice wind coming off the sea. So cooling compared to yesterday. I'm sitting here recovering from last night's drinking and have a big hot coffee in front of me, while I look out across the bay, and the almost cloudless blue sky. I have nothing to do until later, so I'm just sitting here gathering my thoughts and appreciating the fact that I found this City many years ago. There is no doubt that Pattaya and I have changed over the years. But which has changed most? I sometimes reflect on the cost in comparison to ten years ago and accept that it cost's me 30/40% more. For whatever reason. But does it? My income has increased over the same period by at least that much. So the effect on my bank balance is roughly the same. What else has changed. I'm struggling with this. In this moment of almost sober contemplation, and looking at it objectively, virtually nowt has altered. I have had good and bad trips. (Haven't we all) In retrospect, the bad ones were caused by my attitude and lack of judgement at the time. I should never have come here then, expecting Pattaya to cure my miseries. I returned home just as miserable, and just as broke, doubting that I would return. These days when I arrive here, I hit the ground smiling. Thanking Buddha that Pattaya is still here and functioning just as it always has. There are many more Bars, and therefore, many more Girls. Which means that there are many more 'Dogs' and many more 'Star Fish." But there are tens of thousands of Girls here and if I end up spending a night with one of the former, it's my fault. I have made some very good friends here over the years, and each trip I look forward to meeting up with them once again and swapping stories. So, Pattaya has become a much more fulfilling place. One day soon, I'm going to wake up wearing nappies and sucking soup through a straw, wondering where my life went. But I won't be too sad. I will only need to think of Pattaya, and I will probably die with a smile on my face. But in the meantime I'm going to soak up as much of Pattaya as my finances will allow, knowing that I can get laid every day, even at my age. Thank you Buddha!

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Thanks for you comments. Much appreciated. Re Samet. I have only been there once on a day trip. Had an unfortunate experience on the beach but I will go back one day to have a better look. However I want to do Koh Chang before that. I have heard good things about it. Thanks again Barrie.

I don't understand the concept of "moved"

High Quality Pattaya Vids. I'm building a new Website to display LOS Videos. (i.e. No Trip reports.) The Vids are all high quality 720x405 format. They are displayed on my other site in 'Flash' format, but are not as good a quality as I would want. In the new Site they are embedded videos and should play almost immediately the moment you click on the folder. If you have a poor Broadband connection they may take a little longer to load, but the wait should be measured in seconds rather than minutes. The motivation for the creation of this new Website, is that on some Forums there is no HTML Embed function. There is a Beta version of the new website on line at the moment. The finished version will probably look very different and should be complete by Christmas. (Hopefully.) By then there will be another 15/20 New Videos added. If you have the time, I wonder if you would have a look at it and let me have your comments (positive and negative) as well as constructive suggestions. i.e layout, links, navigation, etc. I would appreciate it. As with my other Site, there are no adverts. The Site is there just because I enjoy doing it. Click Here To View HQ Pattaya Videos Thanks, Barrie.

Jantrevor... The Buddha on the Hill...... It's very impresive.

This place,'The Sanctuary of Truth' is cranky. It shouldn't be there. In my travels around Thailand I've seen all kinds of Temples and Shrines etc. but nothing like this. It's a 110 meters tall and made entirely of wood. BY HAND! Just about every British Tourist knows of the bridge on the river Kwai, but there is no comparison to this monstrosity. And most surprising of all, it was right on my 'doorstep,' in Pattaya, on Soi 12 off the Naklua Road. This little movie is the longest I've ever posted at around nine minutes, so it may take a little while to load, but it's well worth the wait. For best effect, let it load completely, then play it. I hope you enjoy watching it as much as I enjoyed being there. http://thailand-tourist.co.uk/A-Sanctuary%...ry-of-Truth.htm Thanks, Barrie.

Mulphy, If I spend 4,000bht, does that mean I get TWO free barfines? i.e can take two Girls back to the Hotel that night?