Back in Farang Land, feeling a bit like a long lost dream from a forgotten past, some sort of hazy reaquiantance with another life...
No more monitor lizards languidly swimming in the Klongs of Lumpini Park, eyeing me from the inmense cold depths of their reptilian irisses, seeming to know somehow with their primitive brains that their time will come back, that they will control the world again like their ancestors did for millions of years...
No more great tasty Thai food available from numerous street food stalls, blue clouds of bellowing smoke raising from iron cooking pots into the exhaust rife air of Bangkok, but at least making it clear to Pauvre Moi that the food is freshly cooked on the spot...
No more Hot Mommas knocking down my door in Pattaya looking for free accomodation or, maybe, a bit of time off from the harsh Thai sun outside, maybe a bit of TV time while relaxing on my New Star bed, a long shower to wash off that film of persperation accumulated on the boulevard while waiting for customers, "Paduwai, me like go with you, sir"....
No more high pitched female giggles on the Bench of MILFs, or was it the Khyberpas Bench?, paying these amorous semi-drunk local females countless bottles of Siamsato, the Seven/11, or was it the 7/.Eleven?, across busy Beach Road doing great again on my no-so-fat anymore wallet's behalf....
No, it is all over, and that due to twelve boring hours in a alumnium flying machine belonging to China Air, 10 kilometers up in the icy cold air with stale styrofoam packed aircraft food that makes me feel like puking, where the stewardesses are friendly enough but serve half filled carton cups of non-tasty red wine, why for fuck's sake can't they at least fill them up to the brim and save me precious drinking time asking for more every 15 minutes???
Back to rainy Amsterdam and also back to cleaning cow dung from Teuke's stable, shovelling horse manure and smelly sheep shit, another summer selling my games at the Anne Frank Huis and, yes, lets not forget these idiots from the Mokum street drinking cheap Albert Heijn supermarket beer and their negative obsession with me ...
Shit three times in a row but this all feels like a real hazy reaquiantance with Farang Land that does not appeal to me!!!
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