JB Bar @ 8am Pattaya

The names of some bars evoke grandeur; Harry's in Venice, The Oak Bar in the Plaza, Raffles' Long Bar in Singapore.

Other bars elicit yawns from real drinkers; TGIF, Hooters, Harry Beans.



Yet a few are notoriously renowned for sleaze and mayhem, where most people's fun ended where the fun of those those frequenting these haunts begins.

Ave B's Save the Robots, Miami's Ace of Space, Phnom Penh's Sophies and the late Grace Hotel in Bangkok now face a new rival in Pattaya. JP Bar off Walking Street. This beer bar doesn't gather steam until the other bars shut their beer coolers and the discos shut their doors. By some miracle of light refraction sunlight refuses to enter the corners of this bar, where drunken farangs drink with beautiful dok thongs and more beautiful ka-toeys.

A bar to avoid and be seen avoiding, except most holidaymakers refuse to call it quits and head to JP Bar for a coup de gracelessness with drugs and drink and the dregs of society. I'm not condemning this den of inequity, since I think that every city should boast of a dive hardcore miscreants can frequent rather than roam the streets endangering the public.

I even know people who go there.

Me, never.

I'm in bed by the time the guns are firing into space.

It I were 20-30 years old and single, I'd be there every morning.

Probably once a week in my 40s.

55 and I get to drive by it.

Back to my friends.

Joey from New Hampshire hangs out at JP Bar in a ketamine hole. He drags home a beastoid who inevitably rips off his cellphone and remaining cash.

Mark from OZ likes to drink and sucks down whiskey until the warning lights on his kidneys flash 'failure imminent'. He was given a knock-out drink there and was saved by friends from a fleecing.

Lovely JP Bar.

Girls on ja-bah, lady boys on Viagra, boy band techno freaks, and 40-50 year-old men pretending to be 30 present an eclectic scene best suited to those not willing to question the next morning the sins of the previous night, because this kind of fun has its own special costs as my friend, Klaus, found out the other night.

Klaus is an ex-armed robber from Germany, who knows his way around bad places. We go drinking together and he tells stories of being a teenage bank robber and his nine years in prison. "They kill people in German jails. They are not a hotel."

The Bader-Meinhof Gang can attest to his statement from the grave.

Klaus is usually a happy-go-lucky guy. His preference is fat dark-skinned girls and of those can be found on Soi 6, Pattaya's short time Strasse. I'd rarely seen him in go-gos.

He was a married man. 10 years to the same woman, but this week his wife deserted him after he said she was drinking too much. Left with no address or phone. Gone with the wind.

Freed of this arrangement, Klaus told me in Dirty Den's bar. "I can do what I want when I want and don't have to tell anyone anything."

"Sounds good."

I am a prisoner to my wife and daughter and little dog. My liberties can be measured in minutes, not hours. I envied Klaus. My wife said, "You can join him. I leave you. You can be free too."

I didn't want that and I vowed not to go out at night.

Not easy for someone who spend most of his life in bars and discos and restaurants, but my loving daughter is tons of fun, plus I don't mind drinking at home, especially since it's high season and most of the bars are packed with British lager louts looking for a drunken brawl about a football team.

Feh.

I woke this morning. It was actually cold. Maybe 72 F. I put on a leather jacket and drove to the beach via Walking Street. The pedestrian way had re-opened to motor to traffic and bars were hauling out their empties from a busy Saturday night. Not everyone was Thai, for Klaus was staggering in the road. I stopped my bike and pulled him to the sidewalk. "Was ist los?"



"Bad Story." His eyes were pinned like he had scored China White.

My old habits rose like smoke from a napalm explosion. "You have anything?"

"No, it's not like that." He leaned heavily against a shop window.

Several passing Thais laughed at us. It was well past sunrise and they love seeing westerners at a loss.

"I was at the JP Bar."

"Yeah." I could hear the music from the bar.

"I went home with a girl and had a drink. I don't remember anything else, but when I wake up my, money, 100,000 baht, and computer are gone. First my wife leaves me and now this." He wasn't teary, but angry at himself.

Obviously the girl had dosed him with a sleeping powder. It was an old trick taught the young girls at JP Bar by the veteran ka-toeys. Mark from Oz said most of these slut-thieves wake at 5am to prey on unsuspecting party-goers. The money goes to fueling bizarre sex parties with Ja-bah and viagra. I didn't tell this to Klaus.

"So what do you want to do?" I hoped he wasn't going back to the bar to seek revenge. Ka-toeys and drugged Thai girls are tougher than they look and like to beat hapless farangs with high heels until they bleed.

"Can you take me home?"

"Warum nichts?" I could go to the beach afterwards.

It wasn't far and I put him to bed.

He was lucky he hadn't been given a bigger dose.

When I got home I told my girlfriend about Klaus' loss.

She shook her head. "Why he not go to a hotel?"

It was a good question and I didn't answer.

Klaus probably wanted to rid the house of his wife's ghost. Mission accomplished, but be warned of JP bar. Sometimes it's best to end your fun before someone else's can begin or else Sunday morning could be spent coming down harder than a Kris Kristofferson suggests.

UPDATE

Rolf's one-night stand also clipped his bankbook and drained his account for another 140,000 baht. Greedy, because she transferred the money to her own account. The police hearing this were immediately interested and said, "We will get the money for you. No problem. And we find her, you get one hour to do what you want. We get 30%."

The girl has yet to show her face again in Pattaya, but she will, since bad girls only have one place to go and it's rarely up.

UPDATE 01-09

Klaus called the other day with good news. The police had tracked down the thief to Surin. They recovered his passport, computer, camera, telephone and 100,000 of the 140,000 stolen from his ATM. The rest was used for expenses by the diligent police. They even brought Klaus to the Chonburi prison to gloat over his one-night stand.

"Was she sexy?"

"She was okay, but no one is sexy in jail."

Having spent 9 years in German prison, Klaus knows sexy.

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