Go Thailand. Go Pattaya.

I lived the adventure of a lifetime with two of my closest friends.

Walking Street in Pattaya is madness. Think Bourbon Street in New Orleans meets the strip in Vegas meets Times Square in New York meets the red light district in Amsterdam, all times ten.

The first thing you notice is the sheer amount of people, all kinds and from anywhere and everywhere, teeming with both foreigners and Thai nationals, street vendors, single young and single old men, and surprisingly, many families including women and children, though the late night revelers did not include as many. The second thing you notice is all the neon-lights spanning every and all colours shining from all directions, with music blaring loudly against the visual stimuli. The most famous aspect of the street are the seafood restaurants, the vendors on the streets (selling among other things such delicacies as fried cockroaches, locusts, maggots, spiders, etc. none of which we had the stomach for), the discotheques and bars, live music venues, and of course, all the brothels and the go-go bars screaming at you for attention. Employees soliciting you to come in, for your patronage. 

Of course, there’s more to do in Pattaya than Walking Street. The rooftop bar of the tallest hotel – The Holiday Inn – provided good drinks and stunning views of the city by the water. The beaches, though full, were spectacular. We especially enjoyed Jomtien, which also had a bustling yet relatively clean nightlife scene.

Where every day is an adventure. And every night even moreso.

Go Adventure. Go Travel. Go Live.

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