Days in Bangkok, part three

Thailand, Pattaya,
12-03-2010.

I lie on my back, eyes closed, trying hard to shut out all the noice outside in the Soi, trying hard to return at least mentally to Bangkok, to Sukumvit Road, a serious effort to get my last visit in cronological order before walking down to the internet cafe down the road, hoping nobody will knock on my door, no painting sessions or free Startrek episodes on my TV that Miss Jiff likes so much...still have about 45 minutes left before that starts though so I should be out of here in ten...

So there we go again, back to Bangkok's rowdiest district where at least half the world's nationalities can be found at any given moment...

Where I find myself walking the short distance from Nana's to the Starbuck for a cup of Mocha, both Nong's and mine's favorite cup of Java, our bellies pleasantly filled with Pla Ra, a fermented fish dish and rumoured to be also Thailand's Premier's Abhisit most looked after meal - maybe the reason his political opponenets like to throw it at him packed in a transparent plastic bag with extra hot chili sauce added during political rallies - steamed rice and more Chang...we pass Siberian pr*stitutes of which there are plenty nowadays on the hunt for Korean and Japanese males but too expensive for the Hindus who lust after their milky white skin and extremely straw blond hair...a couple of lost young backpackers looking for cheap accomodation whom we advicce to take the subway to Huapolong Train Station and from there on to Khaoo Sarn District by Tuk-Tuk...

The long ride home on the back of two motorbike taxis with both the taxistas covered in heavy Thai prison tattoes racing down Silom Road, intent to be the first to reach the Sangri-la Hotel due to Nong's promise of a 100 Baht bonus for whoever gets there first - bad idea in Bangkok's 24/7 notorious traffic jam - but we survive the ordeal and consider it Sanuk - the Thai concept of fun - to sheer through cooked-food stalls on the pavement scaring the hell out of innocent tourists enjoyng a healthy noodle soup after having visited Patpong's nightly tourist market...

We do make it safely to our destination though where the uniformed guards play Thai checkers on a hand-drawn board and where we share the elevator with a young skinny bloke in the company of no less than five excited Hot Mommas. Obviously this bloke originates from American billionaire's parents, maybe even has the bridal suite that is rumoured to have it very own jacuzzi...if so this young nervous fella is in for a treat...as are the ladies' empty wallets tomorrow morning I suspect...I watch them all getting out while Mister Spoiled Billionaire's Son fumbles with his room key, trying hard to avoid my blue shiners...

Keep checking my blog because the best part is as yet to come...Miss Jiff has found me in my habituary internet cafe, desperate to watch today's episode of Star Trek, featuring Jean-Luc Picard whose name after nearly two weeks of daily watching and demanding me to pronounce to her, she still breaks her Thai tongue on. At least they have Thai subtitles!