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The object of this book, is to promote better health throughout one's life, and to give an insight into the work and life of a remarkable person, who over 60 years ago, discovered what is now generally regarded as the 'Grandmother of Anti-aging Medicine'. This book is intended as a lay guide, covering the origins of Gerovital H3 (GH3), its composition, use, benefits, its future and its role in the orthodox medical field, as well as that in Complementary or Alternative medicine. Described recently in an American report as the ‘Grandmother of anti­-ageing medicine’, GH3 has undergone some of the most rigorous clinical trials of any medical product this century. However, it is still relatively unknown, even though over the years it has attracted over 100 million users worldwide. Medical terminology has been deliberately omitted wherever possible, and where its use has been unavoidable, I have endeavoured to give an everyday explanation.GH3 can legitimately be described as hydrolysing or breaking down in the body into two vital ingredients, both of which are present naturally anyway, though in different proportions. Altering this balance, even slightly, has resulted in the success of GH3 in overcoming or being able to treat a whole variety of conditions. Many of these will be covered in this book. Author : Hertzog, Christopher

Live Younger, Live Longer! ISBN : 9786162222078 Category : Food & Health Pages : 56 Price from : 2.99 US$ (ebook)

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Paul Swift wandered down to his usual Sunday watering hole.  He always enjoyed a pre-lunch margarita at Acapulco, a treat he looked forwards to all week as he had decided Sundays and special occasions only.  It was a small bar, open onto the soi, but they knew how to mix a mean margarita.  If he was feeling peckish, he’d order their spring rolls, but he usually saved himself for a Sunday lunch.  When he had visited on holiday he was a daily visitor and never missed the spring rolls.

Not today though, he wanted to gorge on a proper Sunday lunch.  He knew Acapulco would be quiet, most people still recovering from their Saturday night and that he would get a seat overlooking the soi.  He’d also get to read the bar’s copy of the Bangkok Post.  It wasn’t the same if he couldn’t watch life go by, and catch up on the world news, from a Thai viewpoint.

Even better, on a Sunday he was usually first to the paper.  It was still in a neat, pristine condition.  No one had been at it, attempted the crossword, got the pages in the wrong order.  He hated it when someone had started the crossword.  Not that he ever did them, but it made the paper feel old and used.

The soi was just waking up after a busy Saturday night.  It was more likely that he’d see a group of Japanese or Chinese tourists heading for a speedboat, than any of the guys that he saw in the bars at night.  Thankfully, it was too early for most of them, they rarely surfaced before three.

Just as well, some would want to talk and relate the story of their conquest from the previous evening, or moan about their failure.  Not something Paul enjoyed.  Some considered Paul a friend; Paul saw them as fellow travelers who happened to enjoy the scene in the same bars.  He wouldn’t count any of them friends.  He liked to keep his own company, at least where fellow Farang were concerned.

Paul was four weeks into his trial of living in Thailand.  When it had been a week’s holiday, it was different.  Now he was here six months, deciding whether he could live in Thailand permanently.  The last thing he wanted, was to be latched on to by expats in need of friends, or money.  In time, maybe;  friends anyway.  For now, he had a few acquaintances, people he’d share a drink with, but nothing more.

He took a seat at the front, ordered his usual and sat watching the scene.  Most of the beer bars were just opening.  Staff were cleaning the go-go bars and there were girls, who’d just woken from their sleep upstairs, or maybe on their way back from a night with a customer, buying food at the street stalls.  The hairdressers shops were empty.  They’d fill up later with girls, and boys, on their way to work.  Paul took the scene in.

Seeing the girls buying food made him peckish and he thought about where he would get his brunch.  The Black Horse opposite had a Sunday buffet, or he could go to Grant’s for roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, but that would require a motorbike taxi, and he could do that any day, if he felt like it.  There were limits to how far he would walk in the midday heat.  His hotel to Acapulco was about it.  Grant’s was a few sois too far.  He considered ordering some spring rolls, but decided he’d save himself for lunch.  He might treat himself during the week.  He was trying to keep to a strict budget, but sometimes he felt he deserved a reward.  So far, he wasn’t too much over, but it was early days.

His drink arrived, freshly made of course. unlike most bars who bought it prepacked.  He looked down the soi and saw Jeng park his motorbike.  No helmet of course, it would spoil his hair.

Jeng was one of the guys at ‘Run Coyote Run’.  It was only a small bar, but it was cozy.  Paul visited the bigger show bars sometimes, but he liked ‘Run Coyote Run’.  They did a couple of short shows, the usual fare.  For Paul, it was a nice bar to sit in, admire the dancers and have a drink.  On holiday he would have been there every night, and taken a boy, but now he restricted himself to a few nights a week.  Knowing Jeng helped. 

He’d known Jeng about a year.  The first time he’d offed Jeng for three nights, attracted by what was on display during the show.  That was when he worked in Pattayaland, and revealed a lot more.  He enjoyed Jeng’s company and had always made contact when he had visited on holiday.  Now he was trying to become a resident he would sometimes want company on the beach, or at the cinema.  He’d rather Jeng than a fellow Farang.  Jeng was happy to just sit there and relax.  Farangs wanted to talk.

If Jeng wasn’t busy, he often sat with Paul in the bar without there being the implied pressure of an off, or tip, at the end.  The other boys kept away, unless Paul invited them over, he assumed Jeng has told them hands off.  It suited Paul, who was happy to share his open bottle of whisky with Jeng.

Sometimes they’d spend the afternoon at the hotel, or Paul would invite him to eat before work.    If there was a boy Paul was interested in, Jeng would always tell him about them, which avoided disappointment later.  Admittedly, sometimes in far too graphic detail for Paul’s liking.  Jeng had moved there when Run had opened and considered himself the senior boy and made it his business to know everything about the others.

Jeng said it suited him as well, particularly if he didn’t really want an off.  It seemed that the manager, Run, didn’t mind, but then Paul was a good, regular customer, even if, unlike on his holidays, he didn’t spend every night in the bars, or buy a fresh bottle of whisky each night.

In fact, Jeng liked Paul.  He wasn’t ‘old’ like most of the regulars.  And he didn’t spend the night pawing him, or trying to get inside his pants.  Jeng was bored with the bar, but his girlfriend was making four times what he did on Walking Street, at least, so there was no option of moving.  And Jeng did not have any other skills.  In time maybe they could return home and do something.  For now they both made money using the assets they had been provided by their parents.

And for a Farang, Paul was quite handsome, even Jeng’s girlfriend, Joom, had said so when Jeng had shown her some photos from the beach.  She didn’t normally like hairy chests, but Paul obviously looked after his body.  And from what Jeng said he had a nice large cock, larger than Jeng anyway.  Not that Jeng was small.  Pity Paul was strictly gay, she had thought.  She told Jeng to take care of Paul, even if he didn’t tip.  If he was doing that he wouldn’t be straying with girls from the bars in his soi.

Jeng walked over to Paul with a big grin on his face, with any luck he had a free meal.  “Hi, what you do?”

“I’m relaxing, having a drink, then eating.  What about you?  Customer last night?”

“No customer, no money!”

Paul knew the game.  He didn’t begrudge a few of the guys, especially Jeng, as long as he got value for money.  He made a decision.  “What you do today?  Why you here, if you have no money?”

“Girlfriend me go away holiday with customer.  Not want stay home, so I drive here.  Think maybe I find customer.  I know you come here Sunday.  You want massage?”

“No massage!  You want eat?  And no tip!”

“Yes.”  Jeng was happy to sit.  He was bored at home, and his friends had customers.  And food was on offer, which is what he had hoped.

“Okay, a drink here, and then we’ll go eat.  Afterwards you can come to my hotel and relax.  I didn’t go out last night.”

Jeng knew what relax meant.  His girlfriend was busy and there was a movie on TV he wanted to watch.  Paul never minded if he watched Thai television as long as he did so naked.  The hotel had cable, which he didn’t at home.  Paul was normally on his computer anyway, once they had had sex.

Jeng took a stool opposite Paul and the beer he had ordered arrived.  An agreement made.  Paul returned to surveying the soi.

A large Farang entered the soi.  Paul guessed his t-shirt must be at least 5XL.  He had two young girls in tow, they looked about eighteen to Paul, not that he was a good judge.  Boys he could guess pretty accurately, or so he thought.  The girls didn’t look too happy, but Paul guessed they were recovering from a night being squashed in bed with, or by, the Farang.

There was something about the Farang, a familiarity that he couldn’t place.  The Farang took a seat in the Black Horse and went to help himself from the buffet.  Paul guessed he was one of those who could clear the ‘all you can eat’ buffet on his own.  The sort the owners didn’t like.

The Farang was bugging Paul, the more he looked, the more he was sure he knew him, but from where?  If the Farang had noticed him, there had not been any indication that he recognized Paul.  Maybe it was some distant recollection.  Paul was curious.  He was sure he wasn’t one of the guys he saw in the bars, he’d remember someone that size.  He hated it when he couldn’t put a name to a face.  He knew the Black Horse did decent Thai food for Jeng, and decided on the buffet.  He’d only need a snack in the evening.

He finished his drink and told Jeng they were eating at the bar opposite.  He carefully chose a seat where he could see the Farang, but not too close, or too obvious.  He wasn’t sure what, but something told Paul not to approach him.

As Paul went to the buffet to take his first plate, he overheard the Farang on his phone.  He was obviously agitated and speaking German.  Was he a face from his time in Germany?  If so, then it was definitely better if he didn’t make an approach, there had been some unsavory characters, to be polite.  Maybe eating at the same bar was a mistake.

Paul returned to his seat, his plate laden with roast beef, pork, chicken, and a pile of roast potatoes, all covered in a thick dark gravy.  The vegetables at these buffets were always stewed to death, and tasteless.  He never went for the soup; it would only have filled him up before the main course, but, of course, that was the owners idea.  At least the Yorkshire puddings looked good, time would tell.

As he ate, he racked his brain, going through names and faces from Germany.  Definitely no one who worked with him at Loewe Finanz.  Maybe one of the brokers they had investigated.  He went through names, but nothing.  Maybe it was someone from one of the other audits.  Austria or Switzerland?

“You ok?  You not talk.”  It was Jeng.

“Sorry, something on my mind.  How’s the food?”  He’d only just noticed Jeng had gone for the buffet as well.  His plate laden with meat, rice and vegetables, all dowsed liberally with chili sauce.

“Good.  Can I have another beer?”

“Yes, and order me one.”

Paul was sure that Andy would remember the Farang’s name, if indeed they did know him.  The more Paul thought about it, the more he knew that it was probably a bad idea if he was recognized.  But his curiosity had been awakened.

When Jeng went to get more rice, Paul took the opportunity to take a picture of him at the buffet with his phone.  The Farang had gone to refill his plate at the same time and Paul managed to get him in shot.  He’d email Andy later.

Paradise In Limbo

Paradise in Limbo is a semi-fictionalized account of what happens when West meets East and the often bizarre experiences which ensue. It relates tales of bluff and double bluff, deception and intrigue perpetrated by both the protagonists and antagonists. Unlike many of the tomes of a similar genre, it is relatively balanced in that it relates the interactive experiences of both farang (the Thai catchall for all Westerners) males and Thai females.

Paradise In Limbo

Temple Caves & Grottoes in Thailand - Just Published - Picture Guide Book

This is a ‘picture-guide book’ because it combines pictures from 47 temple-caves with brief descriptions and directions incl. latitude and longitude of all together some 482 temple-caves in Thailand (of which 160 are classified as possible). The book covers all 76 (77 with Bangkok) provinces separated in to five regions. Temple-caves are spiritual sites of worship (prayer and/or meditation) in caves, grottoes or rock-shelters.Temple-caves [also termed cave temples] (large), Grottoes (Small) and rock shelters/overhangs are on the one hand amazing natural phenomena, as in beautifully decorated (sculptured and carved) rock chambers and passages inside hills and mountains and on the other hand they have spiritual and religious context as ornamented and decorated sites for prayer, meditation and as shrines – for worship. Temple-caves are important places of cultural, religious and historical value. Temple-caves tie the present and past together. Many temple-caves have extensive decorations, carvings/reliefs, painted images and statues and figures of Buddha and other Deities. Others are simpler temple-caves with much less ornamentation. Some temple-caves are Wats (Thai Buddhist temples) in themselves with residing monks and teaching for novices, others again are used as temporary resting places for wandering monks or during KhaoPansa, the three month rainy period from August to October when monks are required to stay in one place, and some are hermit caves with only one monk residing while others are simply places of worship. Caves with a Buddha or other religious or animistic/spiritual figure or a spirit house mainly to ward off ‘bad spirits’ or protect visitors to me are not temple-caves. A temple-cave is a cave with a clear spiritual or religious worship context - a place for prayer or meditation.   Author : Vogt, Nils

Temple Caves & Grottoes in Thailand ISBN : 9786162221606 Category : Maps & Guide Books Pages : 218 Price from : 19.99 US$ (ebook)

Kicking Dogs

Kicking Dogs, A comic thriller set in boom-time Bangkok. Greed and corruption grip the city, and - although he thinks he's adjusting nicely to the Thai way - Jack Shackaway, freelance journalist and author of such literary masterpieces as "A Dick for Dorothy", is succumbing to a bad case of culture shock. Jack has no idea who's trying to kill him, but given his talent for annoying the wrong people, it could be just about anybody.


Kicking Dogs

Slum Kids - Just Published By Bangkok Books

In an undemanding language Slum Kids transports us to the world of the poor, a world of ongoing struggle making a living while coping with frequent, sometimes fatal encounters and the consequences thereof. Among them two youngsters, Ngop and Long, who had to skip school to earn money in the dreadful traffic and polluted streets of Bangkok to support their families. Walking down the rotting planks of the wooden path, bordered by makeshift homes on stilts, we take in the whiff of the swamp beneath, and we become attached to a number of people, which have to cope with unexpected events both comical and heartbreaking. In the face of all the thorny conditions, one gets the gist of commonsensical kindness, which is native to the Thai people. The book shows a life without clichés, a life that has nothing in common with the glossy picture pamphlets promoting a happy holiday in the land of smiles. Other than that the story has the potential to resound in ones mind for quite some time.     Author : Wolter, Richard & Onkom, Suchitra

Slum Kids ISBN : 9786162222092 Category : Books on Thailand Pages : 165 Price from : 4.99 US$ (ebook)

Last Bus To Korat

While vacationing in his wife's small hometown in Thailand, Bob Swift, a crass, overly opinionated, somewhat dimwitted, nearly retired, beer loving good old boy, takes a solo bus trip into the treacherous big city. Swift is a likable American whose outspokenness and simplistic take on the strange culture leads him into bizarre situations, weird encounters, and odd friendships.
Last Bus To Korat

Gordon's Great Escape Southeast Asia

Gordon's Great Escape Southeast Asia: 100 of my favourite Southeast Asian recipes
On the second leg of his Great Escapes series, Gordon Ramsay sets out to discover the flavours of Asia, on a remarkable journey that leads him through Thailand, Cambodia, Malaysia and Vietnam. 100 new recipes are inspired by the tastes and experiences he encounters along the way.In this book to accompany the TV series, stunning photography and Gordon's inspirational travel stories combine to depict a richly-textured portrait of a continent.

Gordon's Great Escape Southeast Asia: 100 of my favourite Southeast Asian recipes

Farang 2
Farang; the Sequel is the long-awaited follow-up to Farang, which became an instant bestseller upon its release in Thailand.Iain Corness fell in love with Thailand in his youth and moved there permanently in 1997.

Farang 2

Thai Time Menu - Free From Kobo Books

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Thai Time Menu

Farang

Dr Iain Corness fell in love with Thailand on a holiday in 1975, and finally managed to move there permanently in 1997. As a settled farang, or foreigner, he enjoys a unique perspective on Thai life and all its eccentricities; looking in from the outside while also getting to see the things most foreigners dont.His stories and anecdotes are full of the joys of life, and celebrate this exotic and exciting land in all its glory with painfully funny observations


Farang

Dead Drunk

Dead Drunk is the moving and powerful story of a teenager who lost himself to alcohol addiction after the breakdown of his parents' marriage. ? Paul Garrigan has written an honest (and often darkly humorous) account of his alcoholism. ? His adventures took him from the quiet suburbs of Dublin to begging on the streets of London getting paid to drink in Oxford and swigging illegal booze in Saudi Arabia before finally ending up in a remote Thai village where he fully succumbed to his addiction

Dead Drunk

Chasing the Dragon: A novel about Thailand, transvestites & triads

From an expat hotel manager to a respected drug baron, a sadistic triad boss to a Thai transvestite, this action-packed novel set in Thailand has them all. At about the same time a Filipino maid is murdered on the enclave of Macau, a cleaning lady at a small resort on the Thai island of Koh Samui discovers that the excitement of a night spent with a friendly transvestite has been too much for the heart of an elderly Chinese guest

Chasing the Dragon: A novel about Thailand, transvestites & triads

Chasing Roxanne

In 1968, as is ritual when a returning pilot completes his 100th mission of Vietnam, and during the height of the Vietnam War, an F-105 Thunderchief pilot makes a low pass starting a climb over the runway at the combined US Army, US Air Force, and Thai Military base Camp Friendship located in Korat, Thailand. For reasons unknown during his start of the barrel roll he crashes, thus bringing together two unlikely heroes.

Chasing Roxanne

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Bizarre Thailand

Bizarre Thailand
Bizarre Thailand takes readers off the well-rutted road of tourist hotspots into the darkest and sexiest hinterlands. Welcome to a twilight zone where travellers become soldiers and cowboys, a black magician courts politicians and film stars, sacred tortoises mate on the streets of a small town, and Fertility Goddesses are wooed with massive phalluses. In this strange land, nothing is what it seems: a prison becomes a tourist attraction, a 20-storey robot is a building

Bizarre Thailand

Behind the picture: A Thai novel

A 1930s Thai romance with a Japanese setting and a political message by one of the best stylists of Siam

Banging Bangkok

When Shane Aelis is kicked out of college following a drunken, mostly nude stroll through campus in search of his dorm mate, his father decides it's time to "straighten" him out.? And so he naively loads his son onto a plane bound for the best or worst place an emerging homosexual could go, placing Shane in the care of a family friend he doesn't know half as well as he thinks he does.For Shane, his first night in Thailand is far more than he bargained for.