Last Day in Bangkok

It is our last day in Thailand. We find out that we got several hours until we have to meet up for the trip home. We do not go with the group to Lotus, which sees like a glorified supermarket/department store. We decide to take the Sky Train, which Joe has been mentioning the whole time. This makes him very happy. Somehow, the experience is not how he envisioned in his mind. It's basically a subway car that rides on rails above the city. Nothing too impressive. Basically, we are whelmed.

The Sky Train takes us to our next point, the Penis Shrine. It all started out as a regular shrine, but I guess along the way, someone asked for a baby and got one. They were so happy that they brought back a wooden penis to show their appreciation. This lead to more penises (peni?) until the shrine became the Penis Shrine. There are hundreds, if not thousands of wooden phallic symbols everywhere. We take some time to get some pictures of us in compromising poses. As we leave, we see a gay couple come up and start praying. Somehow, I don't think their prayers are going to be answered so easily.


We take a short flight back to Saigon. Everyone seems full of energy so we decide to try out one of Saigon's dance clubs, Gossip. Price of admission is $10US, kind of steep, but worth the experience. We can tell it's a different environment right away. Everyone is shaking our hands as we walk in, and I mean everyone. It's like a red carpet entrance. It doesn't stop there. We are escorted to a balcony table where they serve us drinks. Our glasses are never empty or lacking in ice at any point. We hit the dance floor and are escorted through the crowds by security. They have more security per square foot than I have seen anywhere in my life. I count no less then 4 guys, just around the dance floor. I soon realize this is my type of club. People here dance like fools, so I blend right in. If I jump up and down with my arms by my side, no one would even notice me. I guess guys dancing with other guys is normal, because we see that a whole lot. I wish we could have taken some pictures, but like many of the other places we have been, we are not allowed to take any pictures. We leave and again, are escorted out by a slew of handshakes and smiles. It makes spending all that money seem worth it for the VIP treatment.