Well it wouldn't be a Saturday if there wasn't some tattoo action involved. So the hubs and I went back to see Ajarn Kob to get another Sak Yant tattoo done (that's the tap-tap--because it involves a long rod with a needle at the end that is tapped into your skin and makes the tattoo). It's not anywhere near as painful as the tattoo guns back in the states but then again. Maybe it'll be a different story once the hubs gets something tattooed near the rib cage.
I thought I'd snap a picture of the tattooing area before the dogs arrived and starting pissing everywhere again. I also added some more pics in the gallery, including a few of the finished product. Yeah. This time that same terrible dog managed to avoid pissing me on but instead pissed on this cushion I was leaning against. Which makes me think next time I'll just stand.
I thought I'd snap a picture of the tattooing area before the dogs arrived and starting pissing everywhere again. I also added some more pics in the gallery, including a few of the finished product. Yeah. This time that same terrible dog managed to avoid pissing me on but instead pissed on this cushion I was leaning against. Which makes me think next time I'll just stand.
Later that night we walked past the Cowboy City Bar and saw a shitload of Harleys parked outside. I cannot emphasize how rare this is. Everyone in these here parts rides a scooter. Which isn't very manly but is a helluva lot cheaper. Remember this is a third-world country. Anyway, we decided to check it out later after having some dinner. We tried a new place called "Bam Boo", which looked like some kind of Americana tribute bar inside. Pictures of James Dean and Marilyn Monroe everywhere. Really cool. And I tried this wonton soup, which is pretty much one of the most delicious soups I've ever had. And the waiter let us look at the menu by ourselves for a second. BONUS. (Usually they give you the menu and just stand there while you look through it and wait for you to instantly know what the hell you want. It's a lot of fun.)
You'll notice I have no pictures here of the Thai Harley gang we sat near at the Cowboy City Bar. A few of my friends had joked about these being little short Thai guys in chaps. Yeah. Not quite the case. These were some badass motherfuckers. Fully tattooed. Every color of the rainbow. I was not fucking with these guys. I saw a few posters hanging around that said something like "Friends of The Thai Nine", which I'm guessing is the name of this biker gang. I tried finding out something online about them but came up empty. Anyway it was awesome. It's the first time in awhile we've been out somewhere and had the whole bar staring at someone else for a change. Maybe we'll become groupies.
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