November 23 2003

Taking the piss on Soi Cowboy

On Friday night, the piss-testers were out in force on Soi Cowboy. Perhaps acting on a leak, hundreds of Thai policemen swarmed through the bars. Dozens of invited journalists and cameramen had answered the call to watch. The authorities must have given them a tinkle in advance.

The cops were backed up by a mobile lab and a squad of piss-takers. Of course, urine big trouble if you test positive for drugs. Paying for the problem to go away could leave you without a pot to piss in.

Incredibly, the welcome girls were still trying to entice us in but, not wishing to make a splash on the front page of the Bangkok Post, we decided to head off to Nana Plaza instead - even though it's piss poor these days. The indignity of being make to Koh Pee Pee on a public street had no place in our Friday night line-up.

I'm not going to launch into the predictable diatribe about the Thai police neglecting their duties in favour of harassing tourists. Their political masters obviously benefit from the resulting media circus. If the Thais want to sacrifice their tourist industry on the altar of domestic politics, then it's entirely up to them. They seem to make a habit of pissing on their own chips.

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[Posted to Nightlife by David]

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Readers' comments

Dexlowe says:

It's amazing how the press always turns up to these events. Someone must leak the information to them. I got caught in one. I'd just come from the province of Pissanalok to see a politician called Therdpong Lik. I was in Fanny's bar when the fuzz walked in. They told me to do my zip up, come with them, then unzip. Unnerving. I had to Pissana-lot into a plastic cup, but as I had an elite card, a pretty lady in a brown uniform was on hand to hold it for me -- the cup, that is. That's a privilege you kee nok scum who come to this country for cheap fucks don't get. Naturally, I protested to my embassy, but in matters like these they always seem to get lockjaw. But I'm not going down that path again. And I'm never again going to write a ridiculous piece of tripe like this either. Promise, tee-rak.

June 4, 2004 12:35 AM