Pattaya, 06 Febr. 2013.
Lots of people on my cell but with Joy, aka Daughter Number One, I have very little say in the matter but answer knowing she is gonna want me to come over to that steaming Thai capital the locals call Krung Thep but we the Farangs, for some obscure reason way beyond me, have come to know as Bangkok, maybe something going back to the Vietnam war when American marines did their R and R thing in in the GoGo bars in Patpong, sort of Bang your C*ck, whatever...
To me this mega-mega-metropole is a place where international masses of humanity spill out of huge superstructures that rise up in the sky like their is no heaven to think of, or maybe the Thais are trying again and again to build their own version of The Tower Of Babel...
People moving every which way apparently without any real purpose, eddying around fast food stalls and avoiding the slow torrent of traffic, exhaust fumes from buses, cars, maybe Benzes from those doing better than the average Thai on the corruption department, Tuk-Tuks crawling the streets, another failed rice crop up north and another army of impoveraged Isan farmers migrating south in hopes of a better futures but not exactly better lungs, their daughters filling the bars of Soi Cowboy and assorted places of Farang entertainment...
Vendors selling fake Rolexes, clothes and jewelry, Kamagra and Ciallis, mobile lingerie shops stopping in front of the Nana Plaza GoGo bars, all manner of steaming little titbits, sizzling and boiling, smoking in open air cooking pans, my nostrils full with exhaust fumes mixed with aromas and scents of a third world food obsession...
One can not say that Bangkok is crowded, way no, it is supercrowded, an obstacle course for the average Thai and a Piece De Resistance for us the Farang...
Very persuasive circumstances to stay right here in Luckyland Pattaya, tell Daughter number One to hop on that two hour, 135 Baht bus to Pattaya instead.
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