Daily uploads for survival

Pattaya, 19 Jan.2012.

Another lazy beach chair session might be well in order for today, maybe another mental image of a metamorphosed, sanitized and modern Pattaya beach resort, maybe watch another 400 Hamburger pounder being pleasurably tortured by the hands of another dimunative masseuse with malignant eyes, pummeling parts of the man's body he has only seen in a mirror's reflection these last twenty years...

I watch two backpackers slashing it out verbally with a Songthaew driver, a heated arguement over a ten Baht bus drive...if these youngsters from ancient Europe have a Gran Problem with a ten Baht fare and a low budget, Pattaya as their Numero Uno tourist destenation will have a few nasty surprised for them yet!!!

I still see hope inside my Farang skull for my own survival though, how outrageous my Pattaya excistence might be with Miss Rath knocking on my door this morning, dozens of text messages on my cell declaring her never ending love for me and her desire to travel to Ubonthani together, meet the folks and pay a hansome Simsod dowry for a Isan lady who has seen her better days already at the age of forty-one, a free shorttime a good investment for a Holland related new life...

Sorry Miss Rath but it isn't about to happen...

Remembering vividly Miss Ramong, the Bamboo Girl who had pretty much the same ideas about our mutual future and whose friend left us to live it up with my friend, Mister Porn, a jealous English bloke blowing up his chest like he had just watched Gorillas In The Mist and felt like a male version of Jane Goodall....Miss Ramong who had to cope with a Mau-Mau German Arschloch mistaking my 507 room with his own 504...Nah, dass ist toch mal nett, eine hubsche einheimische Dame in meinem zimmer, lassen wir mal Spass haben - hey this comes in handy, a good looking Thai babe inside my room, let grope around and have fun - the Dutch kick in the German butt was not calculated for though, nor was the arrival of Miss Jiff much later in the morning, nearly all her teeth gone in a motorbike accident last summer but still willing to start a massive arguement with my latest Bamboo conquest....Yeah after just ten days pattaya I know for sure I am back!!!

Still, the seed of hope for my survival is still present however outrageous and harsh the situations might be that assault me here in this mistaken beach resort, requiering desperate solutions to survive them, formulating action plans that need daily uploads and modifications, a ruminant of an idea in the back of my head telling me on a subcounscious level Bangkok might be a much better place of domicile...still, I might be able to stay in Pattaya instead!!!