Kanchanaburi, 07 Febr. 2014.
Having a Chang, Kwot Jai, together with Fat Peter in the bar that brazenly advertises with "Get Shitfaced On A Shoestring", half my brain concentrating on the nutty shit chat fat Peter is on about, the other half of my mental capacities listening to the drunk roaring of three similar fatsos at the next table, the young sexy bargirl at their table on the phone with her Thai boyfriend in a weird mix of Khmer and Isan accented Thai, two waitress - or should we call them bargirls as well - hovering nearby and exchanging excited giggles at the outragious things their Isan sister of the night is telling her local BangkokTilak while her English man twice her age - at least - is bragging to his mates how he has proposed to her, paid the family a half million Baht Sinsot, and a Humvee for her brother...
The Fat fool is gonna build a house for her up north where they'll live together happily ever after though the lady of his choice, bending over every so often to pick a fench frie from his plate before continuiing her conversation with Mister Tilak in Bangkok assuring him she is on the pill so Pas De Problem there and most definitely YES after the cermony will be over and the house will be built it will be goodbye and adios to Mister Madly In Love from good Ole England, and YES her Bangkok bazed local Tilak can keep the Humvee - somehow I wonder if the Humvee is Amercian army surplus from the Gulf War or the real brand new thing shipped over from the good old US of A...
Somehow I also wonder if this is her first wedding ceremony with a naive Farang or maybe wedding number two or even number three - these elderly European lonely males coming to the Land Of Smiles all seem to get their pockets lined, falling for the Butterfly Trap like old brick stones falling out of the walls of a hunderd year old church that has never seen a renovation job...
The one and only thing I don't wonder about is that Hubbie won't get his Sinsot back nor the deposit for that house he plans on building up north, he will get the sack though as the new Farang Tilak as soon as his wallet is clean and empty though...sure as hell not freezing over in tropical Thailand...
Lets have another beer, Peter and please don't ask me why I have that idiotic smile on my face all the time...
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