By crikey; Chiang Mai (Thailand) has a
cruis’n n root’n establishment not dissimilar to KKK. But
there again if ya know the tart with the brains behind the biz then
you’ll fully understand it’s conception, dead set.
But cum with me mate and lets have a gander and a
Captain Cook of this ‘ere place. Firstly, cobber, I wanna tell ya
that the House of Male (HOM) is not located back-o-bourke, as
you’ll find it on the edge of the CBD in a quiet Soi (a cosy lane
for those uninitiated with the local lingo) with easy parkin’ for
both 2 an 4 wheelers. The Soi is back street behind arguably Chiang
Mai’s major shopping centre (Kad Suan Kaew) and very close to
many hotels, guest houses, restaurants and lotsa different
establishments for you (us) nocturnal quee.s.
The HOM fully occupies a traditional Thai Teak
Donga which is a real bewdy, has had the full-monty DIY and is set in a
tropical lush garden. The whole place is just ideal for cruis’n
and ya don’t have to worry about lilly law.
Farang’s (that’s the Thai lingo for
the likes of you and me mate) and local to-die-fors can be seen sharin'
the delights of this place including frolick’n in the pool,
doi’n hard yakka in the gym, sweat’n it out (or up) in the
steam room, finding their way through the maze of bods in the dark
room, or staggerin' out of one of the many rooms for 2.
And once you’ve dipped the donger & got
your rocks off and you’re just about to flake you can veg out and
order some tucker or sip on a Bundy or down a tinnie whilst ya mingle
on the upstairs balconies, or around the pool, or you can just sit back
and relax in the lounge bar watch’n the latest musical DVDs.
But what’s really dinky-di about this place
is it’s all male, male and only male, and best of all, unlike
most other places in Thailand, all the hanky panky here is absolutely
gracious between consenting willing partners and those ask’n for
some do-rae-me are quickly given the old heave ho.
Or, you might like to catch up on all the local
goss. &/or check out what’s appening throughout the
“Land of a Thousand Smiles”, &/or “The Rose of
the North” (that’s Thailand and Northern Thailand for us in
the know) by casting your beady eyes through one of the many local
mags. “ere there’s a bloody wall full of
em. Now you can be the full bottle, just like us expats.
So mate, if ya wanta have some fun, or get ya
rocks off, &/or meet some of the lush locals then unless ya got a
few roo’s loose in ya top paddock you’ll head straight to
the HOM and do some fossickn cos if ya shoot through like a Bondi Tram
and miss the place then I recon you’re a bloody idiot. Hooroo