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R&R In Rayong

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RR Rayong

The idea to go to the beach for an overnight stay during the long weekend cropped up last week with the plans changing on what seemed like an hourly basis.

I decided to schedule a bunch of stuff on social media just in case the trip actually went ahead but come Friday evening everywhere was full and there was no room at the inn apparently.

A lot of phone calls throughout Saturday had the journey south to Rayong all but shelved. That was how things stood until 8.30pm when someone on the planning committee made a breakthrough and a “house” was found.

We’d be leaving at the crack of dawn. Now to me, that would be 5.30am or 6… sometimes it’s better not to think too much and just go with the flow. Departure was in fact 10.30… or 11. Mai pen rai. Just give me a buzz when the wheels have arrived.

For me, the trip was nothing more than a good excuse to get out of town for a wee while, chill out, catch some sea air and do not a lot. If we leave at 11am. That’s fine by me.

And leave at 11am we did. Six of us with one more already down south in the house awaiting our arrival.

Plenty of pit stops along the way for food, coffee, beer replenishments, toilet breaks – at service stations and roadside emergencies (Guilty, your Honour!) – and of course, more food.

RR Rayong

I think we finally arrived around 4pm, dumped our bags and went for a wander, armed with a cooler full of beer.

We drank, looked at the idiots in the rough sea, took in the hoards of Chinese squawking and screaming all around us before packing up and pissing off back to our “house” across the road.

RR Rayong

The “house” was a cheaply built cabin with 2 rooms and a toilet. Outside area for eating and a stone’s throw from the beach. It did the trick. The small soi of cabins was busy with Thais getting away for the weekend and it was lively. Plenty to sit back and watch while food and more beer was getting sorted out.

I don’t think I moved further than the bathroom all night. Some of the group came and went doing who knows what before they started dropping like flies around 10pm.

RR Rayong

By midnight I was done and bed it was. Six of us in one room, our lone friend in the other as nobody could bear the noise he makes snoring when he sleeps after a skinful.

My plans for a lazy morning were scuppered at 6,30am when it was all go around me. Ah well, so much for a long lie.

The morning was basically a repeat of the night before although I eased off on the beer as I knew traffic on the way home would be murder and I wasn’t that keen on pulling out the python at the side of a gridlocked road.

RR Rayong

Although a banana boat ride broke up the eating and drinking which turned out to be a bad move.

Not only was the guy in charge an asshole for dumping three of us, including a kid, about half a kilometer from the beach when we were finished, I also pulled a muscle in my back pulling everyone back on after getting dunked about a dozen times.

The ride home was uneventful and as it turned out, the traffic wasn’t that bad in the end.

All in all, it was a nice break despite it coming across as dull. It was anything but. We all had a good time with plenty of laughs.

Stickboy aka Sticky Boy aka Mike McKay aka Mike McKwai, Wild Mike, Magic Mike, Mr Mike, and a fair few more best forgotten, is a party animal with hollow legs who loves music, current affairs, beer, food, causing trouble on Twitter, and making the most of life without worrying too much about what people think or say about his antics. You can send him stuff here - stickboybkk@gmail.com

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Opening Night At Nana Plaza Was A Blast

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Opening Night At Nana Plaza Was A Blast

July 1st was the day many owners and customers had been waiting for since the middle of March when entertainment and nightlife were allowed to resume.

My plan was to visit all three bar areas to see what was going on and share it here on the website and do a few updates on social media.

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry as the saying goes and that’s exactly what happened. My whistle-stop tour became an adventure in Nana Plaza and boy, did we have ourselves a grand old time.

With some bars deciding to wait until after the long weekend with 2 dry days we had ourselves a list of 9 bars to visit and we kicked things off in Morning Night.

As we progressed through the outside beer bars to Stumble Inn, Big Dogs and K&S our entourage started rapidly growing in numbers.

There were lots of happy smiling faces in each of the four beer bars we visited and a decent amount of customers around too.

Time to venture inside Nana Plaza where you are asked to check-in via the Thai Chana app or alternatively sign in with your name, time and mobile number, at the entrance. Masks are required and once you’ve had your temperature taken and offered hand sanitizer you’re good to go in less than 30 seconds.

First up was Spanky’s for me while some of the guys opted to check out Twister BKK.

As you would expect, the middle floor house of fun was crushing it. Spanky’s was rocking and almost full when I popped in. Happy days.

My aim was to make sure we visited every bar that was open so it was a quick drink and a catch-up with all the usual suspects on and off the stage before moving on.

Next stop for us was Rainbow 4 where we planned to meet with the boys who headed to Twister BKK. In we go and ask where’s the bell…. “mai mee”. Huh? You haven’t got a bell?

We ordered a round and a few moments later a bell appeared. Ding, ding, ding.

Lots of cuties to keep me busy but to be fair, it wouldn’t have been difficult to spot some eye candy as the owners had filled the bar with at least 100 dancers.

It was the same story in both Rainbow 5 and 2 plus Twister BKK. All those bars had no fewer than 100 girls dancing. That’s a lot of chrome pole crumpet to choose from.

The man who appeared with the bell in Rainbow 4 was on the ball and accompanied us to Rainbow 5, formerly Twister Bar, before we all moved downstairs to Rainbow 2 which was heaving with dancing dollybirds. I fell in love at least 5 times in the hour we were there.

One for the road in Twister BKK which I missed on the first visit and damn, it was like Hotties R Us.

It’s too easy for me to get in trouble. I’m weak but there was no monkey business for old Stick last night.

It was burgers and bed after a great night out with the boys.

Hats off to all the bar owners who jumped in on the first day of opening who made a fine effort. As the week goes on more bars will be opening giving you even more choice and by the middle of next week, the whole Plaza will be open again.

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It’s Not A Race

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The race to be number one is as old as man but in modern times, in a fast-paced world of news and social media things are at an all-new high when it comes to being “first”.

Sure, it feels great to be first with a scoop but it can come at a cost as most news outlets and reporters have come to learn in recent months with COVID-19 coverage.

Desperation to announce the latest coronavirus numbers before anyone else each day became a talking point on Twitter back in March as reporters banged away on their phones and computers as the stats were released.

Mistakes were made almost daily, corrections added later but in truth, not a care was given by any of the guilty parties. All that mattered was they Tweeted the stats first, even when they were wrong with one so-called journalist sharing the previous days numbers that were never corrected. She simply didn’t realise what a cock-up she’d made of it.

Not A Race

In the past few weeks, the same scenario has been repeated with news outlets desperate to be first with booze news and information on easing of restrictions.

I can’t think of one news website who didn’t run the ridiculous story of a two-day amnesty to allow people to purchase alcohol when sales were banned.

The story first appeared on Khaosod Online who sourced the story from who knows where and every man and his dog were all over it like a rash taking what had been published as fact and re-wrote the fairytale.

Did any of them bother to do a bit of research such place a couple of calls to ask a few questions to shed any light on the story, or anything else that might have enlightened them that the whole thing was a farce from the start? Of course they didn’t.

It was just too good not to publish as it was the #1 story of the day that turned out to be complete and utter nonsense.

Over and over again I have been told that I’m not sharing enough news on what is going on right now. I beg to differ.

The updates I have shared have been factual and accurate. Yes, I’ve sat back while others churn out clickbait crap as I don’t want to be part of that party.

Big news outlets get a pass when they share inaccurate stories, just look at the Bangkok Post – you all still read it and believe everything they publish despite dozens of misleading and inaccurate articles over the past 3 months.

If I was to do the same and publish something that turned out to be wrong, nobody would ever believe another word I said. I don’t have a gold “Get Out Of Fake News Jail Free” card.

And to be honest, that’s just the way I like it. Stickboy traffic and stats are great, I don’t need or want to be part of the clickbait crowd. I will continue to share news stories and information that I think will be of interest when the time is right.

It’s not a race, well, at least not for me.

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A Legit Question

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A Twitter follower has a legit question – What is the point of leaving a seat vacant when other people who are standing on the BTS can literally smell each other’s armpits?

This very topic came up in conversation the other day with me and a few friends who pointed out that everyone on the BTS wore a mask and it couldn’t be compared to sitting in a pub or a restaurant.

As you might expect, I disagreed.

A Legit Question

Sure, while waiting on the train stood on the platform everyone is spaced out 1m apart… most of the time. And yes, everyone is wearing a mask but once inside the carriages during rush hour people are touching each other. Isn’t that the main way this coronavirus spreads?

By comparison, if you were sat in a pub or restaurant you’d be sat apart, no touching, no nothing. Sure, people wouldn’t be wearing masks but with numbers now so low the chances of catching anything has to be very unlikely.

So squashed together wearing masks is safer than being sat apart without one?

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