La Vie Est Un Crime Du Jour

Pattaya, 20 Febr. 2012.

An anorexia young local woman down in the foyer of my guesthouse whose hair has been dyed scarlet red and sculpted into a hedge on top of her head, drinking whisky despite the early hour of the morning, inviting me to participate...isn't that great, having to go to Hat Yek, cross the border with sour whisky on my breath...the acid rain of reality in full swing here, I guess, though I find myself on the back of her motorbike only mere minutes later, well on the way to Hat Yek, ready to face the border corruption of one the worse in the border corruption department in this part of the world.

Isn't life Un Crime Du Jour?

Skeltering across the road at fifty plus kph, 84 kilometers on the way to total oblivion, or else, on the way to notorious border scams, 2000 Thai Baht to get everything done and over with tough any other border crossing into Camodya should be Ten American Bucks for four weeks, but at Hat Yek the issue is non-negociable...maybe why so many shady characters cross La Frontiere here instead of elsewhere...

Isn't life Un Crime Du Jour?

Being offered joints and over-priced viagra at inflated prices right under the noses of uniformed border personal while I wait to be processed, Miss anorexia working on her cherished bottle of Black jack, never mind the ice cubes and Cola softerner are nowhere to be seen.

Isn't life Un Crime Du Jour?

Reality programming in full swing on the way back, another 84 kilometer but this time with me at the handle bars and Miss Anorexia turning her words into a drag of incomprenhensible slurring, holding on to me with one greasy hand and desperately to the fresh bottle of Regency I bought her before the dreaded return journey, with her other hand, screaming her head off in Thai at innocent passers-by who look on amused and sometimes bemused...

Isn't life Un Crime Du Jour?

Back at the hotel with Miss Anorexia passed out on the couch downstairs in the foyer of my guesthouse, the place where it all began several hours early this morning, the rising sun a witness to the insanity of a brand new day in the Thai Kingdom...but then she is gone staggering down the street on her way Lord Buddh only knows where, leaving me with a half empty bottle of five dollar Regency whisky...

Yeah, well, like I said La Vie Est Un Crime Du Jour!!!