Spending my few remaning days home

Amsterdam.

Strange how every time I am about to embark on a new trip I find myself smack boom right in the middle of a big but lonely pot smoking session on my bed in the back of my house watching these darned porn DVDs that Rob brought in last summer hoping for a few stupid Euros for cheap beer.

I find myself walkning down the street after my job at the farm is over, on a mental determinated on a mental goal...a few joint...a few beers from the Albert Heyn and a bottle of red wine to while away a whole day watching stupid porn and smoking expensive pot from the neighborhood`s coffee shops.

I get into erotic dreams waking up in the darkness of my house lost and forlorn, feeling so strange and out my normal world.

I have given myself over these last two weeks to the sweet oblivion of Lord Shiva`s Realm, the crazy pornocrafic imagery on my TV`s screen far away fron me, I hear the sounds of young female actresses working out a sweat, the heavy muscular grunts of their male counterparts.

My dreams take me back to the Boulevard Ladies, the Hot Mommas of Pattaya where I will hopefully soon be. Back to my erotic encounters with them while the actresses scream their collective voices hoarse.

Only twelve hours by plane and I will be there, back there where I feel it all started over tenty-odds years ago, my addiction to the Land of the Thai Nation, my fascination with its humid heat, its friendly population and good local food. Back to the Land of the Hot Mommas - a term I use with RESPECT I might add - and countless love affairs, these hot and willing dames from Down Under or ancient Europe

Young backpack ladies suntanned and a heavy looking backpack on a strained shoulder looking around for a taxi whappering a Loney Planet backback bible around in language related frustations.

Young thai waitresses coming to my hut hiding in the darkness of night offering me sexual services for a few thai currency notes, or a semi-crazy daef-mute cleany lady from the retaurant on some God forgotten isle in the south of the Thai Kingdom, looking for shelter in my room from the wrath of the drunk owner.

Haaa, long and pasionate sex did I have with her. Sometimes she would come to me late at night when work would be over, I could hear her coming up the dark path between the bungalows making her happy chuckling sounds.

We would fuck all night on my big bed having small breaks to skin up thai grass joints, drink Red Wine Cooler and all the while she would make these little chuckling sound. Even after sleeping contentedly in my arms, her complicated mind in the far away dream realm of Lord Morpheus... she would still make her noices.

Haaa, all these ladies I met ther over the years....is it a small wonder that a confirmed bachelor like Mister Me is sooooo over the mental top again smoking pot all the freetime I have again and drinking King Alcehol`s poisoned piss.

Trying hard to keep my mind back here in Amsterdam, back in the safe arms of my old house and the direct outside world....my unconscious mind is trying old technics like dope and boose addictions...a part of my sub-consciousness fights back by forcing my corporal body to switch on porn all day trying to get me active, bring me back to all the hot sexual dates I had in the that steamingly hot Asian Kingdom.

In just a few days I will be on that plane, I will be on that aluminium construction that enables mankind to cross the across the globe, switch from my own still very dutch culture that is intersparsed with turkish neighbors and other immigrants`s original backgrounds....to an Asian Kingdom where the Royal King after many years of dedicated background rule is now in the arms of Lady Death, her cold embrace will soon bring King Bhumipol to the Lands of Lord Buddha where he will have the honor of meeting his sacred ancestors...leaving his early remains and his treasured Kingdom in confusion in difficult political and military times.

It will be an ineteresting time in the political history of Thailand to be there, be in the Land of the Thais and see it all happen right in front of you, record it in word and paint, with camara or mobile phone .... hey mon, we live in the age of mass-comunication, remember? .... travel around Asia with my battered old blue backpack on my shoulder, no worries and no financial burden on my other shoulder.

Sun and cold Leo beer, thai Hot Mommas and beautifull young blond scandinavian females on their first trip to Southeast Asia.

Yeah, well lets first get on that plane friday come and start this blog.