Finding the Bang in Bangkok: A Night in Patpong

Editor’s Note: The follow story about Patpong contains language and sexual content that some readers might find offensive. Although we typically don’t publish these types of stories at GoMad Nomad, I thought it was important to show the “other” side of travel and a peek into the realm of sex tourism. If you don’t want to continue, click through this link to see a picture of a cute orangutan.


The first thing we saw were dildos. Racks of them. Dozens, even. Black and pink, dangerously large, hilariously small, all dangling in streetside tents. One vendor spoke casually on his cell phone as he hung up his thick rubber cocks, getting an early 8 p.m. start for what he presumed would be a normal, meaning busy, Tuesday night.

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Patpong is filthy in every conceivable way. This might explain its popularity, but it doesn’t. It’s not popular for being a red light district. In fact, as red light districts go — that is, as sex den qua sex den — it feels pretty tame. Instead it seems to ride off its reputation for being “dirty”, as exhibited by the dildos on the outskirts of the brightly-lit tourist market that spills out of its streets, lined with hawkers peddling mostly cheap watches and overpriced earrings.


Thai locals nevertheless shake their heads at the mere thought of this perverse corner of Bangkok. When my girlfriend and I wandered into a hostel to ask for directions, the man behind the counter made this clear: “It’s awful,” he said. He explained how he used to bike through Patpong’s alleys every day to get to work, and would sometimes catch an eyeful of women onstage as he rode past.


He shook his head free of the memory. “That was enough.”


My girlfriend and I, however, were immediately sold. We hailed a taxi to combat the unavoidable Bangkok traffic, reaching Patpong shortly after eight. As soon as we stepped out of the cab we heard, for the first of well over 100 times that night, a phrase as hideously graphic as it is suspiciously vague:


“Ping-pong show?”



The street hawker shoved a show menu into our chests, forcing us to at least take a look at his selection, which included, but was not limited to, “PUSSY CHOPSTICK”, “PUSSY CUT BANANA”, “PUSSY SMOKE CIGARETTE” and “PUSSY OPEN THE BOTTLE”. Any lingering mystique quickly evaporated once we realized these were simply very boring tasks most humans endure every day, only done by vaginas.


We were about to turn away when something caught our eye. At the very bottom of the show menu was listed a curious addition: “MAN & WOMAN MAKE LOVE”.


“What,” I asked the peddler, “like, two people having sex? Onstage?”


I turned to my girlfriend, who was, as I was, torn between skepticism and intrigue. The man saw our hesitation and quickly urged us into his tuk-tuk, aimed at a destination some 20 minutes away, to see “the FUCKING show,” as he called it, really emphasizing the FUCKING part, for 800 baht, and we had to leave then or we’d miss it.


“Starts in 20 minutes,” he boasted.


“How long is it?” I inquired. “Thirty minutes, an hour…?”


“As long as you want. All night.”


“What, they just keep going?”


“Yes, they continue FUCKING. It is the FUCKING show.”


I gave this about three seconds’ more thought than I ought to have. “Maybe later,” I concluded, and turned to walk away.


“No later,” the man insisted. “Starts in 20 minutes.”


“What, we can’t show up late?”


“No. Leave now, or you’ll miss it.”


“But you said it goes all night.”


“Must leave now.


As tempting as the proposal of a live physics-defying orgy was, lines must be drawn. And yet my girlfriend and I were still captivated by the notion of watching two people have sex onstage; we’d heard stories of similar shows in Brazil, more artistic and, purportedly, beautiful than simple stripping or solo ping-pong.

Patpong market


We bounced around Patpong after that, browsing for watches and belts in between sketchy talks with sex show hawkers. It was during one such interaction that a pudgy, androgynous thing waddled up to us; it was either a very pushy female or a soft-skinned male, and I couldn’t for my life tell which one.


“You want sex show?” it said to us in a hushed voice. We nodded. “Follow me,” it said.


“Wait a second.” I didn’t move. “How much?”


“Five hundred baht.”


I turned to walk away, but the seemingly genderless blob reappeared in front of me. “Three hundred,” it said.


My girlfriend and I agreed that, if this were true, it was indeed a very good price. We followed the suspiciously sexed salesman through the alley market to a shady concrete building, then up a flight of stairs with pale blue walls dimly lit by a few spare fluorescent bulbs.


The name of the club I’ll never know. We paid our 600 baht, received our “free” drinks and were seated beside two American GI-types, beefy crew-cut white dudes loudly clapping and laughing at the show. Three women lazed around onstage, barely swaying to the music.

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One performer, flabby and unsmiling, lay on her back with her pimply butt in the air, shooting, with admittedly impressive accuracy, darts from her vagina at a balloon taped to the ceiling. Another pulled a string of dog tags and flowers out, like a sordid magic show. One of the beefy tourists applauded, and the women found him as entertaining as he found them; they convinced him to try and catch the flying ping-pong balls with his mouth, which he repeatedly failed at, causing only more laughter from both sides.


I stood up and walked to the front counter to talk with the manager to ask about the live sex show, a topic that I later realized would have been better brought up during the cash transaction. That show, he told me, wasn’t public, and cost 1,000 baht. I put a little effort into arguing something — some money back, to yell at the lying street peddler, a discounted sex show price — but gave up after a minute of trying to hear and be heard over the blaring club music.


My girlfriend in particular was not happy — not so much because we were blatantly swindled, but because the show we wound up paying for was so sexually depressing. As a man, it’s easier for me to avoid being personally offended at the sight of women prying apart their glittery blue panties to spritz water on a houseplant or something, but I understood her disgust. The display was frighteningly pathetic. It would be one thing if these were professional dancers pulling off impressive stunts, but these were sad, unclean women performing sad, unclean acts. We left after 10 minutes.


The streets felt drained after that. Patpong had lost its charm, its imagination; the illusion of something exotic shattered by a grim and inevitable reality. As we walked out, a man in black leather with a long wooden rod stood in the doorway of an all-black building, and gently tapped me with it just above the butt as we passed.


Startled, I turned around. He winked at me. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” he said. I wanted to stop and explain to him that we already had, but instead just turned around, saved my time and walked away.


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5 thoughts on “Finding the Bang in Bangkok: A Night in Patpong”

  1. Good article, at end though, that was a fetish bar, wayyy different to anything else patpong has to offer! You missed a trick there

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  3. I went to one of these live shows and again I would have no idea where it was but when I complained about the quality of the girls, the barman suggested jokingly I get my girlfriend up there. Being quite drunk I agreed and managed to persuade my girlfriend to go on stage. The was most definitely a hit, doing some truly weird things no-one could ever hear about back home. She ended up also doing the live sex part of the act and in addition to free drinks we also got our entrance fee back!

  4. What a great story! Was really transported to the place and feeling, don’t even mind what the other negative comments say. Sad truth about those girls, good point to show this part of Thailand.

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