Pattaya, "the extreme city."

Upon leavin Koh Chang we made our way to Pattaya... "The Extreme City", as dubbed by a billboard upon entering the city. Pattaya can pretty much be summed up as Las Vegas on steroids. If you have any un-christian addictions then you can rest assured they can be met in Pattaya. Dirty massage parlors lined with skantly clad dressed teenage girls at the doors?... check. Lady boys stopping you walking down the street to ask "you want eat meat big boy?"... check. Taxi drivers offering "marijuana cigarrette?"... check. Thai kickboxing matches inside open air pool bars with go go dancers grinding down strip polls?.... CHECK!

Pattaya is easily one of the most un-authentic cities in Thailand. The westerner population likely matches the local population. This is due almost entirely to the western male population that dominates the city. For every thai girl walking around in homemade jean thongs (jongs?) there are at least 2 western men following her around. Pattaya exists for the sole purpose of prostitution, drugs, go go bars, and western men living out all of the illegal activities that are so frowned upon back home. So how did we end up in this place? Well, this is the lovely little town that Language Corps decided to pick for their Thai headquarters! Yup, we were going to be spending the next 2 weeks observational teaching and going through cultural training within a very un-cultured sin city.