Mister Singh and his useless predictions

Bangkok, 25 Jan. 2012.

Ambulant  vendors selling about anything and everything, this being the low season they try even harderto get rid of their wares, collapsible tables exibiting Viagra and Xiales, porn movies even though officcially forbidden in the Kingdom of Thailand, tourist underwear and sexy lingerie for the bar girl of your choise, the pavement is hardly passable and with a happily chatting Gail in tow I try to wurm my way through a multitute of nationalities, a bunch of Hindus in their sunday clothes gaily discussing the purpose of 7/Eleven bought condoms, rubbers going from one Indian pair of hands to the next, their exitement making it clear to me that their are on their way to some shorttime off the road hotel where the girls wait outside on bar stools for h*rny Kleags as they call Asian tourists in this part of the world...

" Mister, I can predict future for you and your lady".

A dazzingly white turban and a azure blue tie on a pink shirt, black tailor made pants and all of his atire sweat stained free despite the sweltering heat here on Sukhumvit Road...of course it is one of these imaculately dressed Sihk fortune tellers always called Mister Singh and making a living as a conman, or maybe better frased, a charlatan, though Gail already poffers her slender hands in eager anticipation, excitedly a-waiting to hear what is pobably no more but a load of old cow dung, bittersweet as it might sound to her superstitious female Isan ears...useless predictions that come at hunderds of hard earned Bahts...

"Ah, sir I see you are a great sportsman and probably a bit of an artist too".

He continues ignoring Gail's poffered hands, probably believing the pickings will be richer in my case, probably had a peep-in at the Suzie Wong Bar last where, after finishing the bar girl letter affair, I spend most of the night drinking Thai whisky with ice and cola, making sketch after sketch of not just the Suzie Wong bar working girl population but had the ladies dragging in their colleagues from neighboring bars as well...

Cheeky bugger indeed and I send him on his merry way despite his demands for a miniscule one hundert Baht...high time I get back to the peace and quiet of Pattaya, longingly remembering my bottles of beer in front of my guesthouse at night while watching the going-ons in the quiet and sociable Soi Honey-In!!!