An idyllic Pattaya

Pattaya, 19 Jan. 2012.

Pattaya Beach in front of pattaya Festival, one of the latest major shoppin mall adventures of international investors, is enjoying a nice crop of visitors despite the cloudy threat of rain overhead...my thirty bad beach chair is confortable and I relax after a filling buffet breakfast at the apex hotel.

next to me a petite Thai lady is busy massaging an enormous pinkish colored Farang male, grotesquely fat, especially so around the mid section and I wonder if this dimunitive masseuse is charging him by the hour or by the centimeter, the latter would be more profitable...

Mister Fat Farang cries out in pleasuably pain while the lady streches and contorts his limps, excited giggles from a few beach ladies nearby who watch the proceedings with keen interest...the eyes of the local masseuse beaming sadistically while she pummels away at various white bodily parts of her client's anotomy...I silently wonder how long it has been since Mister Fat farang has seen these, big rolls of European fat obscuring his more intimate of physical male pride!!

In my mind pattaya is turning ito a more idyllic version of present day's reality with inpecably honest locals and incorruptible Thai coppers, the Thamnuat with beaming Thai smiles at every Hot Momma on the beach, not harrasing the incountable street vendors, roads that are clean and well maintained, Adios to all the girly bars and exotic lewd shows, where the eligible and available beach ladies dress modestly instead of the ultra short cut off jeans and see through T-shirts, no more orphanages for Leuk Kreug children sired by irresponsible sex tourists from the not so rich anymore Western World, no more noxioux urine smells on every street corner and misshaped beggers with little dirty babies to make the Thai Baht come in all that faster, no more Missionaries Of Ideological Madness searching among the hopeless, no more dealers of Yaba intoxicating young ladies of the infamous Pattaya night life wit their mind poisoning wares, aggressive stray dogs something of the past, crime and rip-offs belonging to a far away memory, no pick-up trucs blaring away the latest Mauy Thay fighting matches, no more Hot Momma suicides or Farangs drinking themselves to Kingdom-com....

The sort of buddhist Nirvana millions of light years away from the real here and now, where I sit in my thrity Baht rented beach chair amusing myself with the sight of a white-skinned Farang being massaged by a dimunitive masseuse with a sadistic beaming smile on her Asian face!!!