Holland, Amsterdam,
13 Sept. 2010.
Well, the season might be nearly over but Hans The Big Director, aka The Big Practical Joker, aka The Specialist On Amsterdam Humour - the amount of nicknames I have given this Craze over the 23 years of being neighbors in our mutual ambulant street selling activities, is actually quite extensive - is still selling his Amsterdam city prints like sweet pancakes, boring the whole neighborhood including the Anne Frank House staff shitless and getting all the other Westermarkt business people purple in the face with envy...
Everybody but me, that is...I know after all I will be wintering again in far-away Thailand, that mysterious kingdom at the other side of the world where the local Hembras besiege my New Star Guesthouse room like a pack of starving cats smelling an old piece of tasty cheese at the other side of the door, all willing to pose for me and dragging the colorfull but crazy remains out En Masse to sell it on the boulevard to either the expat community or else the Krung Thep elite...if nothing comes out of that mister Hans The Ting Tong Painter from Holland can always be reliayed upon for a meal for a starving Hot Momma or maybe the doctor's bill overdue by a whole century - well, at least since last I was there - maybe three months of rent or these typical female paraphenelia stuffed in gray colored garbage bags, will be stored into eternity...
That weird and mysterious nation ten hours of flying from Amsterdam where the food is tasty and filling, nutricious to the max and the Leo cans of beer cold to the touch, where my chair outside is always kept warm by the mototbike Taxistas and passing Yings will always greed me politely in passing, dubious respect for the old Dutch hand to a big party place where American marines took a break from mass-killing Vietcong warriors or else innocent undereducated villagers, balling equally undereducated villagers daughters who need cash to feed hungry baby mouths maybe fathered by these same sex-starved marines...
With these toughts running wild inside my Farang skull, I watch Hans The Practical Joker sell print after print, in between his customers pushing me for more and more Thai Hot Momma related stories, physically and mentally preparing himself for another stint of a Dirty Old Man's Stay in Thailand...
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