What really goes down in Bangkok’s Red Light District? And what has little ole’ Krissy gotten herself into?
While the red light districts of Bangkok can be uncomfortable to visitors (like us), we found out that it is actually not impossible to have a good time amongst the neon lights.
**We neither encourage nor condone the sex industry. However, it is an active, undeniable in your face, facet of Bangkok nightlife.**
With that said, let’s get into the night that became of me and my dear Kelly.
We wound up on Sukhumvit Road in search of a certain hostel we were reviewing for our Go! Girl Guides to Thailand (coming soon). We found it, loved it and decided to take a look around this infamous part of town because, well, we were in the neighborhood.
It was early, around 7 p.m., and not much was going on past the bright flashing lights of little “Las Vegas”. There were a few girls standing outside of each bar, looking bored and uninterested.
So, we wandered away and found ourselves some super-delicious, super-CHEAP, pad thai amid the stalls selling pornographic ashtrays and Viagra.
After some top-notch people-watching, we met up with friends and decided to get some drinks back in smut-ville.
The atmosphere had shifted within an hour.
It was now packed with groups of the stereotypical middle-aged gringos, cliques of young females scheming on their eager clients and vendors selling weird dancing bears.
With all the craziness surrounding us, we got no attention. No catcalls, no googly eyes, no looks. And it felt nice. As absurd as it sounds, it felt safe.
Eventually, curiosity (and 50 Baht tequila shots) led us inside these little Thai strip clubs.
There weren’t men flashing dollar bills or baht at these ladies like you’d see in the States. It was not as filthy as I would have expected either. But I was shocked by the dancing, if you can call it that.
Dancing definitely is not a requirement for these places. Instead, it’s more of a “look at me on display” type showcase.
Most girls looked miserable, others kept their focus on the adjacent mirrors while they tried to keep their bodies moving to the music. At times it was hard to watch.
Bars ranged from the scantily dressed to full-on, uncomfortable teenage nudity.
There was even a beautiful duo who danced to a Thai cover of a Beatles tune! Poor guys… if they only knew.
By the end of the night and a few bars later, the group of us were up dancing with the best of them, having a good time… until they expected us to take some girls home with us. A little innocent dancing turned sour.
And that was our cue that it was just about time to leave.
All in all, I had a good time amongst the flashy lights and loud music.
And the journalist in me wishes we did take some of those girls home to ask questions and get their stories. Because regardless of what I think about this industry, there is something really interesting about it. The taboo gets me.
Would you ever spend time out in the infamous district of lights and lust? Share your stories with us, we’d love to hear.
Keep it censored please…