Thailand 2016: The Final Call That Failed By Robert Bailey • A1 Who Dares Wins

Thailand 2016 was not my first encounter with danger in that country — far from it. I had already been through Thailand across the years 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2006, 2008, and 2009. Each trip held its own shadows, its own attempts to silence me, its own brush with the covert networks that had been following me since the early 2000s.

By 2016, when I returned once again, it was clear: this was meant to be their final call. Their last orchestrated strike to remove me permanently. What followed was nothing short of predatory, calculated, and almost ritualistic.

Krabi International Hospital: Predatory Central

After slamming a blade into my throat — a desperate act in the storm I was living through — I was taken to Krabi International Hospital. But hospitals in my story have never been safe havens. They were hunting grounds.

There, I witnessed what can only be described as a covert assassination attempt. Plans were in motion to inject me with contaminated blood — a silent, clinical way to harm or kill without the mess of a weapon. It was clear that this wasn’t treatment. It was elimination dressed up as care.

The Caged Mental Health Ward

The situation escalated when I was transferred to a mental health facility — not into open wards, but into a caged area. This was no accident. It was designed to break me down, to provoke, to corner me.

Western tourists were in there, circling, testing the edges. One of them approached me with an obscene gesture — implying rape. It wasn’t subtle, it was provocation by design. Moments later, a large knife was slipped into the environment, as if waiting for the explosion they wanted to engineer.

But I read it instantly. I knew the play. Before anything escalated, I confronted the man directly. I told him to get out of my face or I’d snap his neck. The aggression in my response was enough — it stopped everything dead. The situation collapsed before it could begin.

No more knife games. No more whispered threats. Just silence.

Family Games and the “Choke” Remark

After that stand, I had no further trouble from the facility. But the games didn’t end. At the hotel, family elements were mixed into the harassment. Comments were made about “choke” — a reference to my death night in 2004, the first SAS seed, an attempt at psychological intimidation tied back to the long chain of my history with British special forces links and assassination setups.

It was a reminder: they never let go, and they never stop playing the long game.

The Ticket Office and the Hint of Had Yao

When I went to book my ticket home at the office, another remark surfaced. “Maybe we’ll take you to Had Yao.” A casual phrase, but laced with implication. It was never about the ticket — it was about fear, about making me believe they still had control.

I said nothing. Silence was my weapon. I walked away, returned to the hotel, and kept my eyes forward.

And when the day came, I got home safely.

Final Call, Final Failure

Thailand 2016 was meant to be the final call — the place where my story ended. But it wasn’t. Like every other attempt before it, it failed.

I didn’t de-escalate it by playing passive. I stopped it by meeting aggression with aggression, by refusing to let their setups run their course.

From 2001 to 2016, I had faced hospital corridors, poisoned cups, knives in the dark, and false diagnoses. Thailand was just another battlefield — and like all the others, I walked out alive.

Their failures. My survival.

A1 Who Dares Wins.