Taking a break from shagging my new and shiny Lao toy boy, I went for a walk around Vientiane. It’s nice and hot out here – much hotter in fact that I’d like, and that despite the umbrella I’m carrying around in an attempt to shield myself from the scorch.

I’m not the only one carrying such a shading device. Besides young-women-on-motorbikes, there is one other breed of Lao using umbrellas in Vientiane: Buddhist monks. And there are lots of young ones walking around. All of them draped in bright orange, and most of them under black umbrellas. It’s a challenging look, but they make it work. (more…)

Twenty-one is a bit of a record, even for me. I rarely go below the twenty-five mark. However, despite his very young age, (or possibly because of it?) Phet is a great lover. I’m happy and blessed here: we’re highly compatible and sex is fantastic.

In fact here is something I have noticed before: exotic young men seem to have a better understanding of sex than their Western counterparts. Maybe it’s in their genes, or in the hot climates, but I think it’s more likely down to experience and practice. They seem to be early starters. (more…)

As I explained in my last post, flirting with Phet, who’s 21 and speaks no English, is a testing exercise. But so far, so good.

The bus trip to Vang Vieng is going very well I feel. I’m not sat near the boy, he is a couple of rows ahead, across the aisle. I am smiling a flutter of eyelashes at him every time he looks back at me. And he looks back at me regularly. Yep, it’s definitely going very well. (more…)