Pattaya, 13 Febr. 2013.
Back on the Pattaya boulevard, enjoying a ice cold Ancha beer and watching the after midnight shuffle of the dispossessed once again taking control of the darker hours of the Thai night, psychotic Farangs having been on Chang most of the day already, still soaked with sweat from the midday heat...
The Kathoeys rushing up and down on high heeled platform shoes in a mad hunt for customers, a 350 Baht shorttime at the PS Guest House down in Soi Yamato will suffice for their next Yaa Baa pill...
Frightened looking young local females gathering in a crowd, obviously new to the scene and not all that long out of some obscure upcountry rice paddie...
A couple of scruffy looking males somewhere in their fifties sitting to my left and hammering away at each other in strong British working-class accents, the dazzlingly beautifull companion of one of them probably another Kathoey and I fear Mister Working-class Briton will tonight learn one of the most fundamental rules of Pattaya where nothing really is what it at first seems to be ...
A down and out Hot Momma well past her prime on my right gnawing away with black decayed teeth at a fried corn stalk, reminding me that whereever you look in Thailand and at whatever time you see people eating, always smiling too though not here on Beach Road and at this advanced hour of the night...
The army of the dispossessed, the rejects from the West, the guilty and the frightened from up north, from the steamingly hot rice fields of the Isaan, a flood tide of the hopeless and lost, the misbegotten making the after midnight hours their small little kingdom, a Sodom and Gomorra that the cardinals of the holy church in Vatican City would find hard to believe...
Maybe another sortie to the Seven/11, another big icy cold 38 Baht Ancha beer would be in order here!!!
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