Bangkok, 09 Febr. 2012.
A bunch of old fat bellied Tommies in the middle of a Lagerloud conversation about the good old time, the days when a girl would stay all night for a mere 500 Baht, clean your room in the morning, go out shortly to fetch you a cup of Java and Wai you politely before leaving...finding her on the toilet's seat squating the old fashioned way when you wake up - no European toilet bowl back in the dusty Isan village she originates from...
Their huge hairy paws slashing the air whenever they try to make a point, reminding me a bit of a boxer's fists looking for a jaw or a belly landing zone...
In the middle of this Tommy sex tourist conversation at the next table, Joy is gleefully making her point, extracting three one hundert baht notes from her lady's wallet, pink colored by the way, and deftly spreading them out on the table which is filled with the left-overs of our dinner, five empty but still condensed bottles of Kloster beer,...
"Nong, Song, Sam Baht" She tells me, "it really is quite simple and I don't understand your friends find it so difficult to grasp the concept, three Thai banknotes of one hundert Baht...and this is called a purple", she adds taking yet another neat looking Thai baht note out of a well stocked wallet..."five hundert Baht, the color purple"...the connection her 300 Baht/ 500 Baht notes have got with next table's main topic of conversation is obviously beyond her
She is blissfully unaware of the tommy Lagerlouds at the next table whose attention has shifted to her well shaped legs dressed in red nylon stockings, a scarlet seam running down the back and disappaering into a pair of Gucci pattented high heeled platform shoes...my rage is silent within myself but growing...making me wonder, does it need to be your own flesh and blood before one realises the impact this crazy Thai export trade can have on the local's point of view concerning us the single male Farang???
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