Fat Peter in Kachanaburi

Kachanaburi, 05 Febr. 2014.

Hard to believe but that overweight fat figure on his bicycle is Fat Peter, Little Shit Richard's arch enemy back in good old Mokum, "If I cannot go to Thailand, he can't" is Richard's main response to Fat Peter's wintery stints in this number one tourist destination in South/East Asia...Richard who has been after Fat Peter for years and sworne to put that huge butcher's knive of his up his fat ass untill he stops breathing and bleeding, who scared Fat Peter out of the neighborhood and away from these freely accessible homeless centres where the coffee and Appie Heyn donated soup is foul of taste but at least free for the taking, more money to save, more dough to spend in Fat Peter's favorite holiday destination during the cold and windy days of the Dutch winter, just not so clever to show off your little pics of local female conquests in these converging places of the Amsterdam homeless, drunks and booze addicted, crack smokers who might well take a dislike to those maybe fatter than them but better off...

I always thought Peter would spend his winters in Pattaya staying in that crazy shorttime trade place in Soi Thirteen, aka Soi Yamato where the lobby is great for taking a beer and making bets with the likewise just how long these johns will spend upstairs, watch the Kathoys drag in Farang customers who are too Mao to realise what they will find between the legs of their "lady" of choice might well be unsuspected and most definitely unwelcome...yeah, dear reader of this blog we are talking the P.S. Guesthouse, the most notorious wh*rehouse of all of Pattaya and probably of all of South/East Asia...

I guess Fat Peter also felt the need to be away from Pattaya, or maybe is in the mood for a change, just like me, cheaper accomodation, cheaper food and less girliebars though the bar across the road advertises with "Get Shitfaced On A Shoestring", the giggles coming from inside and the harsh english of lagerloud Brittons should be a dead give-away exactly what sort of clientele the bar caters too, as do the neighboring alcohol selling crap places, promising something for the nights to come...

Still, all in all Kachanaburi seems only slightly less tranquil as eighteen years ago when last I was here, leaving the girliebars alone and do my daily excursions I could spend at least a full week here...