The Vape Shakedown and a 20,000 Baht Lesson in Bangkok
I had been a smoker for much of my life, but when vaping appeared, I switched over replacing my smoking addiction with a hopefully slightly healthier addiction to vaping. When a friend invited me to his wedding in Chiang Mai, I decided to spend a few days in Bangkok before heading north. I packed a good supply of vaping juice and my electronic vape.
I had booked a nice hotel close to the nightlife but in a relatively quiet area. I had visited Thailand back in the early ’80s, but this was my first trip in recent times. Tired and jet lagged from the flight, I opted for a quiet first night eating at the hotel and getting to bed early.
The next morning, I decided to go for a walk and find some coffee. A few hundred yards up the street, I found a nice café with outdoor seating and soon settled in with a decent cup of coffee and my trusty vape, watching the world go by.
Five minutes later, a motorcycle comes up to a stop in front of the café, and two policemen in brown uniforms dismounted. To my dismay, they headed straight to my table. One of them, speaking surprisingly good English, said, “Vaping is illegal in Thailand. You must come with us to the police station.”
The Police Station Threat and a 100,000 Baht Warning
I was shocked. I had no idea it was not allowed. “Please accept my apologies,” I said. Having lived in developing countries for many years, I knew it was never a good idea to argue with the police. However, while “ignorance of the law is no excuse” may not have been in their English vocabulary, their attitude made it clear my excuses didn’t matter.
The older officer picked up my vape, placed it in a plastic evidence bag, and pocketed it. “Get on the back of the motorcycle, and I will take you to the police station,” he said. I climbed on, feeling shaky, as we slowly rode 500 yards up the road while the other officer jogged alongside us.
I had pictured the police station as a big, imposing building where foreigners disappeared but it was just a hut by the road with a table and chairs under a bamboo awning. We sat outside in the shade, and the older officer asked for my passport. After a detailed examination, he pocketed it. He was clearly sizing me up, trying to figure out his next move. Seeing I was nervous, he decided to intimidate me further. He told me a story about an American tourist who had recently been arrested for the same offense and was fined 100,000 baht and was now serving 2 years in jail.
It was Saturday morning, and the officer said I’d be caught by Wednesday for a hearing. I had experienced shakedowns before especially in West Africa so I had a good idea of where this was heading. But the officer just sat there, stone faced, not suggesting anything.
Negotiating the Fine and Paying 20,000 Baht
I decided to take the initiative. “I was supposed to leave Bangkok on Monday to attend my friend’s wedding in Chiang Mai. It would be a great disgrace to my family if I wasn’t present. I wonder if, under the circumstances, it would be possible for me to pay the fine directly to you?” I said.
He stared at me. “Oh no,” I thought. “Have I misread the situation? Is he about to add ‘attempting to bribe a police officer’ to the charges?”
After what felt like an eternity, he said, “I will have to call my captain.” He disappeared into the hut and made a phone call. When he returned, he said, “My captain said you pay 50,000 baht and you go free with a warning.”
A quick mental calculation told me that was around $1,500 USD. On one hand, it was an outrageous amount, but on the other hand, it was better than jail time in Thailand. I decided to negotiate. “I’m not a rich man, and I don’t have that kind of money to throw away. But I could get 10,000 baht.”
He stared at me again. “20,000 baht.”
He took me to the ATM on the motorbike, and luckily the machine gave me the cash. When I went to hand him the money, he shouted, “No! We go back to the police station.”
The Envelope, Returned Vape, and the Real Legal Risk
Back at the station, we sat down at a table again. He pulled out an envelope from his pocket. “I give you this under the table. You put money in and hand it under the table.” With this transaction discreetly completed, he returned my passport. Then he went into the hut, came back with a photocopied paper bearing the crest of the Thai police, warning in English about the dangers of vaping in Thailand and the penalties a maximum fine of 100,000 baht and up to 10 years in prison. I must have turned visibly pale.
Finally, he grinned, pulled my vape from his pocket, and handed it back to me. “If you vape, just do it in your hotel room where no one will see you.”
Story Two: The 150,000 Baht Motorbike Accident and a Freelancer’s Long Game
My name is Joe, and back in 2018, I found myself on the tail end of a brutal divorce that I barely escaped from. My ex wife well, she was the poster child for the worst stereotypes of American women: loud, opinionated, zero self awareness, no respect for anyone else’s perspective, and about as warm as a block of stone.
We tied the knot in our 20s, and for a while things seemed good until we hit 35. That’s when it all started to unravel. She stopped caring about the relationship, both emotionally and physically, and became a bitter, miserable person. I did my best to help, suggesting counseling, but that backfired when the therapist practically handed her a pass to leave the marriage and start dating other people in pursuit of happiness.
I wasn’t about to stand for that, so I took action and filed for divorce. That’s when the financial disaster came to light. Turns out she’d secretly blown through our savings on some ridiculous multi level marketing schemes and get rich quick nonsense. I’d always run a tight ship financially thanks to my small business. I wasn’t wealthy, but I had enough to cover bills and save for retirement or so I thought. Now, at 37, I was divorced with no savings left. Everything had been liquidated to pay off her debts, and we even lost our house to foreclosure.
For nearly a year, she’d been faking mortgage payments, writing herself checks from our account to funnel into her scams. The shock of it all was almost too much to handle. I’d worked hard my whole life scrimping and saving, driving an old car, always going for the cheaper meal at restaurants. I’d sacrificed real vacations, hoping to retire early and travel the world at 55. But that dream was shot to hell.
For the next year, I was stuck in a rut. I had good friends and family who kept me from wallowing too much, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that life had dealt me an unfair hand. Dating was a nightmare every woman I met seemed bitter or unattractive and I started to accept that this might just be my new reality. At least I didn’t have kids with my ex, which would have made things even messier.
But just when I thought I was trapped in this downward spiral, my oldest friend James surprised me with a Lifeline a plane ticket to Thailand for Christmas in December 2019. James had been going to Thailand a couple of times a year and always came back looking like a new man. James loved the nightlife and the local women something I’d never really experienced before. It intrigued me. I dove into research videos, articles, everything I could find about Thailand. The risks and the thrills fascinated me, and for the first time in a long while, I was excited about something.
Pattaya Nightlife and a Holiday Romance
James had booked us tickets to Pattaya and arranged two rooms on Soi 13/3, right above some shops with balconies overlooking the bustling streets. When we arrived in Pattaya, I was hit by an overwhelming mix of aromas food, perfume, diesel, and the sea all at once. It was indescribable, but it became a scent I could recall in my mind every time I thought of the place.
Despite all my promises to stay clear of the notorious beer bars and bar girls, our first stop after dinner was, of course, a beer bar. We snagged a table near the street, and I soaked in the chaotic, electric atmosphere the noise, the lights, the people. It was sensory overload, but in the best way. I drank too much beer, bought drinks for the girls (I later realized were freelancers), and laughed more in that one night than I had in the previous decade. James disappeared with a stunning girl, leaving me on my own, but I was close enough to our hotel that I felt safe.
I struck up a conversation with locals and foreigners, always paying for my own drinks immediately to avoid any potential scams. As the night wore on and the alcohol kicked in, I realized I was holding hands with a freelancer named Penn. And after years of no affection from a marriage that was ruined terrible I was in heaven. We walked hand in hand to a nearby food cart she seemed to know well and shared some incredible Thai food. By then, I was running out of steam and told her I’d love to see her again the next day. When she asked where I was staying, I naively pointed out the hotel.
The night took a turn I didn’t expect but it was the best night of my life.
The Dream Begins to Crumble
Waking up in Pattaya the next morning, I felt on top of the world until I noticed Penn was gone. Panic set in, and I rushed to check the safe, fearing I had been robbed. To my relief, everything was there and untouched. Just as I was about to relax, Penn reappeared with breakfast, wearing one of my t shirts as a dress and I was smitten all over again.
We ate together and talked about her life. She was 32, from a village near Surat Thani, and had a 10 year old son she supported by sending money back to her family’s coffee farm. I was captivated by her story, and we spent the rest of the day wandering the streets of Pattaya hand in hand. When we ran into James, he looked a little worse for wear, but I introduced him to Penn and we all grabbed food together.
For the next 12 days, Penn was by my side day and night. I started giving her 1,000 baht each day so she could send money to her family all the while thinking I was helping her out of kindness.
By the 10th day, she seemed upset and said she didn’t want me to leave Thailand because she loved me. We hadn’t used the word “love” before, but I told her I felt the same. It was like I’d been reborn. All the pain and bitterness from my life back home had melted away, and I was living in a dream.
But dreams don’t last forever.
The 150,000 Baht Accident and the Truth About Penn
After returning home in January 2020, I worked like crazy to save up and return to Penn. We talked and messaged every day, and I sent her 20,000 baht each month to help her with her son and family. Everything seemed perfect until she told me she’d been in a motorbike accident, shattering her leg. She needed 150,000 baht for surgery and medical expenses. Without a second thought, I promised to find a way to send the money. I couldn’t let her slip away especially when she said she’d have to go back to her remote village where there was no Wi Fi.
I called James, frantic, and told him everything. He listened patiently, then came over the next day with news I wasn’t ready to hear. He’d done some digging, talking to his contacts in Pattaya, and discovered that Penn wasn’t who she claimed to be. She didn’t have a son, wasn’t 32, and hadn’t been in an accident. The whole story was a ruse to get more money out of me. She’d been a freelancer for over a decade, and most of the money I’d given her had gone straight to her Thai boyfriend.
This hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt like the biggest fool in the world. But after a long night of drinks and conversation with James, I realized I wasn’t completely broken. I hadn’t bankrupted myself or gotten trapped in a worse situation. I’d had an incredible time in Thailand, learned some hard lessons, and come out the other side a little wiser. I still plan to go back one day just with my eyes a little more open.
Story Three: A First Timer’s Rookie Mistakes in Bangkok and Pattaya
In 2002, I was itching to take a long haul vacation but could not decide where to go. One day at work, I was talking about it with a Thai woman who had worked in accounting for the company (her husband worked there too), and she casually asked, “Have you ever considered Thailand?” I had no clue about the place. She began describing the amazing weather, street food, temples, beaches, and friendly people even mentioning that the women were lovely too. It sounded like paradise.
I told her I would consider it if I could find someone to go with. She mentioned that she and her husband would be in Pattaya around the same time I had off, and if I made it out there, we could meet for a drink. Although I didn’t want to impose on their vacation, her suggestion planted a seed in my mind.
Thailand adventure I just needed to find a travel companion. Most of my friends were not keen on the long flight, but finally a buddy of mine, Neil, said, “Yeah, sounds fun I’ll come along.” Neil was 40, a bit older than me (I was 29). Neither of us had much experience with long haul flights, but the thought of exploring a welcoming, vibrant country seemed too good to pass up.
We hit the travel agency (since the internet wasn’t as widespread back then) and booked a two week trip for August. Our first two nights were reserved at the Amari Atrium a hotel that, if memory serves me, no longer exists.
We flew out in August and arrived in Bangkok, taking a taxi to the hotel. After settling in, I knocked on Neil’s door and asked, “So, where do we start?” He’d heard about a Hard Rock Cafe with live music, which sounded like a perfect first night out. We walked outside, grabbed a tuk tuk, and asked the driver to take us there. He smiled and said, “Sure.”
The First 6,000 Baht Tuk Tuk Detour
20 minutes later, after winding through some quiet streets, we pulled up in front of a small building. I glanced at Neil and said, “This can’t be it.” We walked inside, only to find ourselves in a bar with about 10 girls smiling at us. Neil chuckled. “Looks like a girly bar.” I was confused. Why had the driver brought us here when we clearly asked for the Hard Rock Cafe?
Outside, I asked him why he had taken us there. His response: “Oh, I thought you’d like to take a lady with you.” I told him no thanks, that’s not what we asked for. He apologized, and we headed off again. 10 minutes later, we arrived at yet another small building another girly bar. I said to Neil, he just shrugged. “Well, we’re here now might as well have a beer before we get the night started.” So we went inside.
A few girls came over and started chatting with us. Neil was thrilled, saying, “This girl really likes me!” I didn’t want to burst his bubble after all, it was their job to be friendly but he seemed genuinely happy. One of the girls asked if I’d been to Thailand before, and I told her it was my first trip, that we had just arrived. She and her friend exchanged knowing smiles.
Curious, I asked how much it would cost to take her out for drinks and to spend the night together. She quoted me 6,000 baht 5,000 for her and 1,000 for the tuk tuk driver. I found it strange she knew exactly what the driver would charge, but she explained it was a standard rate in Bangkok. I figured, why not? Neil and I agreed, and we left the bar with our new friends.
After all that, we finally made it to the Hard Rock Cafe. The live music was great, and we got back to the hotel. We paid the tuk tuk driver as agreed, then took the girls with us.
Patpong, the Happy House, and a Trip to Pattaya
The next day, the girl suggested a boat trip and a visit to the Grand Palace. It sounded fun, but I told my companion I couldn’t afford another 6,000 baht so soon. She reassured me, “No problem just pay for food and drinks, that’s enough.” So we had a wonderful day sightseeing taking in the Grand Palace and enjoying a relaxing boat trip. We said goodbye to the girls afterwards and returned to the hotel for our final night at the Amari. It was a quiet evening with just a couple of beers at the hotel bar.
The next morning, we checked out, but we didn’t want to leave Bangkok yet. There was still so much to explore. I asked the receptionist if she could recommend a cheaper hotel so we could stretch our budget. She gave us a card for a place and offered the driver to take us there. The new hotel was in a quieter part of Bangkok, and while they only had a twin room available, it was no big deal since we planned to lay low for a couple of days.
I suggested to Neil that we check out Patpong, which I’d heard had a famous night market. He agreed, and off we went. Walking past some bars, one girl screamed as we walked by. Neil laughed, thinking it must have been for us, though we had no clue that this was standard treatment for all foreigners. We found a bar and sat down for a drink, where another girl started chatting with me. Neil, watching from the side, remarked, “She’s a bit forward, isn’t she?” I just shrugged it off, figuring she was working.
The next morning, I got a call from a guy named Sing, who introduced himself as the hotel’s guide. He offered to take us on a tour, and though initially I declined, he found us at breakfast brochure in hand ready to sell us on his services. In the end, Neil and I figured, why not? Sing took us out to the Bridge on the River Kwai and some of the nearby graves a sobering but meaningful experience.
Later that day, Sing asked if we’d met any girls yet. Feeling a bit awkward but honest, I said yes. He raised an eyebrow and asked if they were working girls. When I admitted they were, he loudly exclaimed, “6,000 baht? You got scammed!” Neil, who wasn’t paying attention, nearly jumped out of his chair.
The Happy House and the Final Requests
Sing told us we should have let him introduce us to some nice girls from a reputable company. I naively asked what kind of a company he meant, thinking perhaps an office or a bank. His answer: “The Happy House.” Neil and I exchanged glances. We knew exactly what kind of company that was.
That night, after deciding to give Patpong one last try, I came out of the shower to find Sing sitting on my bed, chatting with Neil. He’d invited himself into our room and clearly didn’t want to leave us alone. After half an hour, he finally left, and we headed out for a quiet night at the bars.
The next morning, Sing was ready and waiting to take us to the Happy House and then drive us to Pattaya a beach town he called “Paradise.” At the Happy House, rows of girls sat waiting for customers. One girl caught my eye and smiled and that was that. Neil, on the other hand, panicked and asked me to choose a girl for him. I was stunned, but soon enough, a much older woman wrapped her arms around him, and to my surprise, Neil chose her.
Off we went to Pattaya with our new companions. In Pattaya, we stayed at a budget hotel near Walking Street, and the days passed by with casual fun. I would go shopping with my companion, Pim, while Neil struggled with Nar his choice from the Happy House. Nar was far from happy and made it clear she was bored with him, often taking out her frustration by hitting him. I told Neil he should let her go, but he was too nice, worrying about her losing her job.
What a First Trip Teaches You
Our last night in Pattaya was less eventful, and soon enough, Sing was back to drive us to Bangkok. As we checked into our final hotel, Sing pulled me aside for a quiet word. He asked if I considered him a friend and when I hesitantly agreed, he handed me his bank details, requesting that I send him money for car repairs once I got back to the UK. I could hardly believe his nerve, but I politely laughed it off.
The holiday wrapped up. Neil and Nar ended when she demanded extra money for a taxi, shouting until he finally gave in. Sing, meanwhile, reminded me of our “friendship” and not to forget his request for money. Of course, I never sent him a penny and Pim even tore up his bank details.
Despite the mishaps and our being naive, I have caught the Thailand bug. I returned several times after that, staying in touch with Pim, who never asked me for anything beyond a little gift on special occasions. As for Neil, he never went back though I think part of him still wonders what might have been. Even now, I look forward to returning soon. Those early mistakes may have been embarrassing, but they were part of the adventure that kept me coming back for more.
Story Four: Navigating Bangkok’s Bar Scene and Saying Maybe Later
My name is Samir. I’m originally from a small island nation that’s often overlooked, but I’d prefer not to reveal too much about my background it’s a personal choice. One of those things where you don’t want to be recognized, especially if someone stumbles upon your story online. Anyway, I’m in my early 30s and living life as a digital wanderer, hopping from country to country, working remotely whenever the Wi Fi is decent.
This story takes place in Bangkok, right at the height of the pandemic that had the world turned upside down. It was my first time in Thailand. I had just dropped a sizable chunk of savings over 880,000 baht on getting my teeth crowned. Looking good, sure, but it left me in a bit of a tight spot financially, especially for the week I was staying in Silom a bustling part of Bangkok.
What I didn’t realize at first was that area is known for its male massage parlors and gay bars. Being new to the city, I had no idea what I had wandered into. One of the first days, a guy approached me with a laminated piece of paper listing prices for massages. The confidence he had I was caught off guard and just laughed, walking away. I mean, I’m straight I wasn’t looking for any of that. But hey, you live and learn.
Being new in town and not knowing a soul, I set out one evening to grab a bite. That’s when I stumbled upon this bar filled with women all of them chatty and dressed for attention. A Thai guy (probably the manager) was outside waving me in. I wasn’t looking to drink, just eat, so I told them as much but they ushered me inside regardless. The food, as I quickly learned, wasn’t even from their kitchen they were running it in from a nearby restaurant because technically this bar wasn’t supposed to be open. All the bars were ordered to close because of the pandemic, so they had to keep things on the down low. Alcohol and money were kept across the street, out of sight.
A bar girl sat down beside me as I waited for my meal, striking up conversation. I wasn’t interested in her at all, but she was persistent, pressing me to promise I’d take her out later. I didn’t want to offend her, so I gave her a non committal nod. After eating, I went outside to ask the manager for a toothpick (since she had disappeared for a phone call). Suddenly, he seemed to think I was trying to leave without paying, demanding I settle the bill right there. Perplexed by the whole situation, I paid and walked off totally forgetting about the girl who had assumed I’d taken her along with me.
A few days later, I returned to the same spot. This time, the manager was a little more relaxed but still seemed on edge probably because he was afraid the police would bust them for staying open. I should probably mention here that I do drink alcohol, but I’m careful. In a place like Thailand, it’s easy to let loose and get carried away, but I only drink a couple of times a week, and even then I limit myself to two drinks. It’s a personal rule born out of fear of falling into the wrong habits. Interestingly, I never came to this bar when I was in the mood to drink. On the nights I wanted a few beers, I’d head to a spot in Nana. But when I was just looking to pass the time and socialize, this place was convenient.
Learning to Keep the Peace in a Bangkok Bar
So when I came back that second time, the girl from my last visit gave me a hard stare clearly still upset that I had stood her up the other night. The situation had snowballed, and another bar girl approached, suggesting we play Connect 4 to break the ice. A few minutes into the game, she asked for a lady drink. A bit irritated by the transactional nature of the place, bluntly I said, “No.” I regretted it immediately. She left in a huff, and I paid for my soda, feeling foolish for my outburst. It’s one of those lessons you only learn the hard way sometimes it’s better to just say “maybe later.”
At that point, I was still adjusting to Bangkok’s nightlife. Most bars were closed due to the pandemic, and I only knew of three that were sneaking under the radar. This was one of them.
The next time I visited, the place was packed both with girls and customers. I could feel the tension as I walked in. Whispers, glances. Two girls had already written me off, and because of that, they must have thought I was uninterested in women or worse, that I was gay. Now, I couldn’t care less about what people assumed, but it was obvious in the way they behaved around me. I tried to shrug it off and decided to play pool with one of the girls. Halfway through the game, the manager came over and said I’d have to pay 40 baht for playing with her. It felt like every move I made was an opportunity for them to squeeze some money out of me.
Look, I’m not stingy. I always bought a soda or food. But it was frustrating that they seemed to think I was trying to get away with not spending enough. Midway through our game, the girl I was playing with got called over to join another group of Thai guys and another bar girl. She hesitated, but then the manager took her cue and sent her over. The guy tried to continue the game with me, assuming I wouldn’t mind probably thinking I was still in the mood for a game of pool with him. That wasn’t for me. I threw down my cue and slapped 20 baht on the table instead of the 40 he had asked for. When he objected, I calmly told him that I wasn’t paying full price since she didn’t even finish the game. Then I walked out and never returned.
In hindsight, I can see where I went wrong. If you’re going to sit in a bar like that, especially one in the middle of a pandemic where tensions are high and money’s tight, you have to play the game. Even if you’re not planning to drink or engage with the girls, you have to give them the illusion that you might. And never, ever, ever refuse a lady drink outright. Just say, “No, maybe later” to keep the peace. Once you’re on a girl’s bad side, she’ll spread the word, and you’ll be fighting an uphill battle for the rest of your time there. I learned the hard way. Now, whenever I’m in a similar situation, I know better. It’s all about navigating the social dynamics and sometimes it’s the smallest misunderstandings that cause the biggest ripples.
Story Five: Tackling a Drunk Tourist in Phuket
A few years back, when I found myself on one of my usual trips to Thailand, one evening at around 11:00 p.m., I was sitting in a bar along a busy street in Phuket, enjoying a quiet drink and watching the world pass. The place was buzzing with the usual nightlife energy, and I was in my own little bubble, sipping a cold beer when a group of three guys barged into the bar.
They grabbed a table near the window, but their loud, drunken behavior quickly became hard to ignore. They began shouting out to passing women, trying to get attention but the girls weren’t interested. One guy, bigger than the rest, was getting increasingly irritated at being brushed off. I could feel the tension rising, and even the bar staff sensed trouble.
When they came to pay up, things went south fast. The big guy started arguing with the bar girl about the bill. Apparently, the bar had run out of Chang beer, and they’d been drinking Leo instead. This didn’t sit well with him. His friends, instead of stepping in, let him rant. The bar girl a petite woman not much taller than 5 feet stood her ground, explaining the situation. But when she mentioned calling the police if he didn’t settle the bill, things got ugly.
The guy, clearly drunk, snapped and slapped her, sending her flying to the floor. Without thinking, I jumped up. My background as an ex policeman kicked in, and I wasn’t about to let this slide. The guy was much bigger than me, but I knew I had to act fast. I approached him from behind and wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to restrain him. He wasn’t having it and started thrashing around, slamming me into the bar, trying to shake me off. I held on, locking my legs around his body, and before long, he began to lose steam gasping for air as he collapsed to the floor. I stayed on top, making sure he was subdued.
The police arrived in record time. Just as I was getting up, I felt a sharp smack on my back. Turns out, they thought I was part of the problem. I raised my hands, trying to explain, but the police had already started piecing things together. The bar manager stepped in, pointing to the guy on the ground, explaining what had happened. I was told to sit down while they sorted everything out.
The Police Investigation and Apple’s Recovery
The lead officer came over, questioned me, and I explained how I’d stepped in to stop the guy from assaulting the bar girl any further. They took my statement but held on to my passport as a guarantee I’d show up to the police station the next day to give an official account. By this time, the bar was closing, and the police carted the guy off.
The manager offered me a drink, thanking me for stepping in. My shoulder was painful from the tussle, and the bar girl who introduced herself as Apple gave me a quick massage. She was still shaking, her face red and swollen from the hit, but grateful for my help. They insisted I stay for some food and drinks, which I gladly accepted.
The following afternoon, I went to the station to finalize my statement and retrieve my passport. The officer in charge apologized for the baton incident I brushed it off, just glad the situation was resolved. They showed me the guy from the night before, who had clearly taken a beating after the fact his nose was broken and he had a black eye. The officer explained that the guy wasn’t going anywhere until he’d paid a hefty fine. Apple had received 8,000 baht compensation, and I couldn’t help but feel a little satisfaction at the outcome.
A couple of nights later, I stopped by the bar again. Apple looked much better, and we spent some time together over the next few days. She was lively and grateful, and while our time together was fun, let’s just say I didn’t get any discounts when it came to the more intimate side of things. All in all, I walked away from it with a few bruises, some free beers, and a story to tell though I still had to pay for the full experience with Apple.
(DONE)
