However, when I began to see sex tourists in my own soi (often with local people decades their junior following them like puppies) or even in the elevator of my own building, the proximity became far too close for comfort.
I did not particularly enjoy the gaggle of 70- and 80-something men festering on all floors of the mall.ĭuring my first year of so living in Bangkok, I was mostly able to ignore these men, even the ones whose eyes wandered to me in the absence of young Thai men and women for them to ogle.
When I headed out in the morning to take the BTS SkyTrain, for example, I’d often pass through Silom Complex en route to Sala Daeng station, as I enjoyed the air-conditioning. 5 The Bottom Line Living in Thailand Changed My Views on Sex TourismĪlthough I never deliberately participated in sex tourism in Thailand, I experienced it (in the one one “experiences” second-hand smoke, this is) almost every day.
