After dinner with Steven, I wandered around the rest of The Babylon Bangkok hotel on my own. Though the decor was still questionable — I couldn’t decide if it was Babylonian or Buddhist — it was undeniably a gay oasis, far away from the bustle of Bangkok. As well as having a pool, restaurant and gym, it also had saunas, steam rooms, a whirlpool and a dark room.
Wandering through the hotel, I soon got lost. It was cavernous with walkways leading to halls and endless private booths. I could hear people moaning within, unrestrained. There were also guys in various stages of undress, fooling around in the halls, kissing, groping and sucking one another.
I became so disoriented that I started traveling in circles and ended up back at the locker room twice. I went up and down so many stairs that I couldn’t tell which level was which. I finally found the dark room, but I wasn’t sure if it was on the first level or in the basement.
The dark room was another maze, with guys lurking in the shadows, seen only as silhouettes. It was so dark that I couldn’t see the walls. I had to pat my way through to the other side. There was a lot of shuffling in there and people whispering to one another but nobody seemed to be having sex — not from what I could tell anyway.