If sitting down, having a beer and a nice conversation at Surreal didn't meet you expectations of a "night out", there was always the option of going to Bar-Nana. Bars and nightclubs usually have stupid sounding names kind of like racehorses in Sweden do, but Bar-Nana? Most likely made up by some humorous thai person very aware of most thais problem with the R-sound, and therefore the name . Bah-Nana, Baahh-Naana. It took me a while to figure out the actual name of the place, and it made me stop my pronunciation exercises with the locals. "No, it's called banana, the fruit you know?!" Anyway, it was a nightclub. Where you not only could, but were supposed to bring your own alcohol, except beer. They had no license to sell anything stronger I guess, so instead they would provide you with anything you would like your beverage of choice to be mixed with. Let's say you're in the mood for Gin & Tonic. You bring the Gin and they bring you Tonic. We didn't care for that fancy western stuff and stuck to SangSom thai whiskey which I'm sure.....must have been the same as what we used to fill up our scooters with. It looks, smells, tastes(?) and cost about the same as that stuff. Just a different label.
Nightclubs in other countries have this thing called a dancefloor, not in Thailand. A DJ? No, coverbands all night long. Occasionally a clown on stage? Yes. People would dance right where they were standing and that's pretty much all you could do since the music was way too loud for any type of conversation. Lots of people dancing by their table and pretty crappy music, that's a night at Bar-Nana (or Hollywood, same same, but different). You either hate it or love it, and some nights I hated it and some nights I loved it. Depends on how much scooterfuel I drank. There was also thaimassages offered in the mens bathroom. Maybe not really offered, you would just feel a pair of hands around your neck as you're washing your hands and before you know it you've had your back and neck cracked and your arms massaged by two other guys. The first time it happened to me I thought someone was trying to strangle me, but you quickly got used to the little guys attacking you as soon as you entered the bathroom. I didn't have any money to tip them at one point, so I went and got some volunteer girls for them to massage, seemed to have been just as good as hard cash.
If sitting down, having a beer and a nice conversation at Surreal didn't meet you expectations of a "night out", there was always the option of going to Bar-Nana. Bars and nightclubs usually have stupid sounding names kind of like racehorses in Sweden do, but Bar-Nana? Most likely made up by some humorous thai person very aware of most thais problem with the R-sound, and therefore the name . Bah-Nana, Baahh-Naana. It took me a while to figure out the actual name of the place, and it made me stop my pronunciation exercises with the locals. "No, it's called banana, the fruit you know?!" Anyway, it was a nightclub. Where you not only could, but were supposed to bring your own alcohol, except beer. They had no license to sell anything stronger I guess, so instead they would provide you with anything you would like your beverage of choice to be mixed with. Let's say you're in the mood for Gin & Tonic. You bring the Gin and they bring you Tonic. We didn't care for that fancy western stuff and stuck to SangSom thai whiskey which I'm sure.....must have been the same as what we used to fill up our scooters with. It looks, smells, tastes(?) and cost about the same as that stuff. Just a different label.
Nightclubs in other countries have this thing called a dancefloor, not in Thailand. A DJ? No, coverbands all night long. Occasionally a clown on stage? Yes. People would dance right where they were standing and that's pretty much all you could do since the music was way too loud for any type of conversation. Lots of people dancing by their table and pretty crappy music, that's a night at Bar-Nana (or Hollywood, same same, but different). You either hate it or love it, and some nights I hated it and some nights I loved it. Depends on how much scooterfuel I drank. There was also thaimassages offered in the mens bathroom. Maybe not really offered, you would just feel a pair of hands around your neck as you're washing your hands and before you know it you've had your back and neck cracked and your arms massaged by two other guys. The first time it happened to me I thought someone was trying to strangle me, but you quickly got used to the little guys attacking you as soon as you entered the bathroom. I didn't have any money to tip them at one point, so I went and got some volunteer girls for them to massage, seemed to have been just as good as hard cash.
2 comments:
Jaha, då har man hittat din resa i skriftlig form. Verkar inte hända speciellt mycket i Me-hii-kå, dock.
'Sup, ese?
Joda, det hander massor. Tankte dock forsoka klara av det dar andra landet fore.
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