Thailand, Pattaya,
12-03-2010.
I lie on my back, eyes closed, trying hard to shut out all the noice outside in the Soi, trying hard to return at least mentally to Bangkok, to Sukumvit Road, a serious effort to get my last visit in cronological order before walking down to the internet cafe down the road, hoping nobody will knock on my door, no painting sessions or free Startrek episodes on my TV that Miss Jiff likes so much...still have about 45 minutes left before that starts though so I should be out of here in ten...
So there we go again, back to Bangkok's rowdiest district where at least half the world's nationalities can be found at any given moment...
Where I find myself walking the short distance from Nana's to the Starbuck for a cup of Mocha, both Nong's and mine's favorite cup of Java, our bellies pleasantly filled with Pla Ra, a fermented fish dish and rumoured to be also Thailand's Premier's Abhisit most looked after meal - maybe the reason his political opponenets like to throw it at him packed in a transparent plastic bag with extra hot chili sauce added during political rallies - steamed rice and more Chang...we pass Siberian pr*stitutes of which there are plenty nowadays on the hunt for Korean and Japanese males but too expensive for the Hindus who lust after their milky white skin and extremely straw blond hair...a couple of lost young backpackers looking for cheap accomodation whom we advicce to take the subway to Huapolong Train Station and from there on to Khaoo Sarn District by Tuk-Tuk...
The long ride home on the back of two motorbike taxis with both the taxistas covered in heavy Thai prison tattoes racing down Silom Road, intent to be the first to reach the Sangri-la Hotel due to Nong's promise of a 100 Baht bonus for whoever gets there first - bad idea in Bangkok's 24/7 notorious traffic jam - but we survive the ordeal and consider it Sanuk - the Thai concept of fun - to sheer through cooked-food stalls on the pavement scaring the hell out of innocent tourists enjoyng a healthy noodle soup after having visited Patpong's nightly tourist market...
We do make it safely to our destination though where the uniformed guards play Thai checkers on a hand-drawn board and where we share the elevator with a young skinny bloke in the company of no less than five excited Hot Mommas. Obviously this bloke originates from American billionaire's parents, maybe even has the bridal suite that is rumoured to have it very own jacuzzi...if so this young nervous fella is in for a treat...as are the ladies' empty wallets tomorrow morning I suspect...I watch them all getting out while Mister Spoiled Billionaire's Son fumbles with his room key, trying hard to avoid my blue shiners...
Keep checking my blog because the best part is as yet to come...Miss Jiff has found me in my habituary internet cafe, desperate to watch today's episode of Star Trek, featuring Jean-Luc Picard whose name after nearly two weeks of daily watching and demanding me to pronounce to her, she still breaks her Thai tongue on. At least they have Thai subtitles!
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Days in Bangkok, part two.
Thailand, Pattaya,
11-03-2010.
Not really sure I am all that happy with my digital camara in my hand, showing Jan from Haarlem the photos of my art work adourning the walls of my room at the New Star. Not that I mind showing my stuff to Jan, I have after all promised him this little digital art show for days but always left my camara in my room...no, the real problem are the two Hot Mommas sitting next to us here late at night on this stone bench aptly named the Dutch Bench because of all the Dutch old hands to Pattaya converging here at this late hour...
No, the real reason of my discomfort is the serious misunderstanding between these two drunk as skunks ladies of the night, pulling hair and expensive Ray Ban sunglasses flying through the air, high heels smashing watever is left over of the 400 Baht sun protection...needless to say I put my camara away in a hurry - just in time too with one of them being pushed hard and landing all over my lap, that would have been my camara otherwise going after the Ray Ban sunglasses I guess - and make a hasty retreat together with Jan and Kees, another Dutch old hand and frequent Dutch Bench visitor...
Better I blog some more about my recent visit to Bangkok's rauchy district called Sukumvit Road instaed...
Two big condensed bottles of Chang into the waiting time here at Nana's waiting for Nong's imminent arrival and watching the cooked-food stalls preparing for a platoon of hungry Hot Mommas having a quick meal before their shifts at the various Go-Go bars all over Sukumvit Road...where my two Kathoy "friends" at the next table have upgraded their conversation from the advantages and disadvantages of having the s*x operation to the merits of having a German elderly silver hair Sugar Daddy with too much cash in his wallet and a Jelly-O beer gut to having an English young lagerlout as a foreign lover, still energetic in bed but with less cash in the pockets ...I smile beningly every time they look at me pretending to understand Nada in Thai...looking with greedy eyes at the silver bucket with ice on their table containing a big bottle of Mekhong whisky...
The approaching evening's darkness is filled with delicious smells coming from cooked catfish caught fresh this morning from the Chao Phraya river no doubt, noodles with pork so thoroughly cooked it will melt on your tongue, grilled chicken and salads covered in all sorts of tasty sauces, somne of them mixed with coconut milk, cinnamon or chilies, my appetite is getting the better of me and I am about to start ordering though still waiting for Nong...
When suddenly my Buddha amulet - a long-time gift from my awaiting evening's dinner partner, starts to burn slightly, betraying to me she must be near, playing her little Karen magic parlour tricks on me again...sure enough "me love you big time" a familiar female voice behind me, having crept up to me, wanting to surprise me as she always does...we Wai each other politely before she is in my arms, forgeting about the Thai aversion to public shows of emotions...I wonder if we should speak Thai tonight and give away my little eavesdropping secret to our Kathoy neighbors who are watching our little bear hugging contest with keen interest, let them know I have been secretly amuzing myself these past two hours listening to what they thought was their little kathoy-related conversation topics...
More to follow tomorrow.
11-03-2010.
Not really sure I am all that happy with my digital camara in my hand, showing Jan from Haarlem the photos of my art work adourning the walls of my room at the New Star. Not that I mind showing my stuff to Jan, I have after all promised him this little digital art show for days but always left my camara in my room...no, the real problem are the two Hot Mommas sitting next to us here late at night on this stone bench aptly named the Dutch Bench because of all the Dutch old hands to Pattaya converging here at this late hour...
No, the real reason of my discomfort is the serious misunderstanding between these two drunk as skunks ladies of the night, pulling hair and expensive Ray Ban sunglasses flying through the air, high heels smashing watever is left over of the 400 Baht sun protection...needless to say I put my camara away in a hurry - just in time too with one of them being pushed hard and landing all over my lap, that would have been my camara otherwise going after the Ray Ban sunglasses I guess - and make a hasty retreat together with Jan and Kees, another Dutch old hand and frequent Dutch Bench visitor...
Better I blog some more about my recent visit to Bangkok's rauchy district called Sukumvit Road instaed...
Two big condensed bottles of Chang into the waiting time here at Nana's waiting for Nong's imminent arrival and watching the cooked-food stalls preparing for a platoon of hungry Hot Mommas having a quick meal before their shifts at the various Go-Go bars all over Sukumvit Road...where my two Kathoy "friends" at the next table have upgraded their conversation from the advantages and disadvantages of having the s*x operation to the merits of having a German elderly silver hair Sugar Daddy with too much cash in his wallet and a Jelly-O beer gut to having an English young lagerlout as a foreign lover, still energetic in bed but with less cash in the pockets ...I smile beningly every time they look at me pretending to understand Nada in Thai...looking with greedy eyes at the silver bucket with ice on their table containing a big bottle of Mekhong whisky...
The approaching evening's darkness is filled with delicious smells coming from cooked catfish caught fresh this morning from the Chao Phraya river no doubt, noodles with pork so thoroughly cooked it will melt on your tongue, grilled chicken and salads covered in all sorts of tasty sauces, somne of them mixed with coconut milk, cinnamon or chilies, my appetite is getting the better of me and I am about to start ordering though still waiting for Nong...
When suddenly my Buddha amulet - a long-time gift from my awaiting evening's dinner partner, starts to burn slightly, betraying to me she must be near, playing her little Karen magic parlour tricks on me again...sure enough "me love you big time" a familiar female voice behind me, having crept up to me, wanting to surprise me as she always does...we Wai each other politely before she is in my arms, forgeting about the Thai aversion to public shows of emotions...I wonder if we should speak Thai tonight and give away my little eavesdropping secret to our Kathoy neighbors who are watching our little bear hugging contest with keen interest, let them know I have been secretly amuzing myself these past two hours listening to what they thought was their little kathoy-related conversation topics...
More to follow tomorrow.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Days in Bangkok, part one
Thailand, Pattaya,
10-03-2010.
Not exactly the first time I find myself back in the lobby of the New Star Guest House with baby Jacky in my arms, baby-sitting this little Leuk Kreung infant while Miss Fohn - his Mum - is out and about with some Farangs, making the dough on her back in some sleazy hotel room, helping out some young Englsih blokes in desperate need of Thai s*x after an all night boozing enterprise...
Luckily for me Jacky went to blissfull baby sleep soon after I sang him Jan Klaassen was trompetter, the only song I know by heart, so I can dwell on my last visit to Thailand's capital, my little social visit to Nong while Per, her Norwegian sugar daddy was off to Chiang Mai on a motorbike tour with his Pensionaer friends, hoping for a night free of charge in their expensive Sangria-La Hotel suite where I happen to know his stash of fine Cuban sigars and the location of his equally tatsty Regency whisky...
Back on the motorbike taxi in Bangkok's notorious traffic jam from Ekamai Eastern Bus Termanal when my phone warns me of an incoming text message MEET ME AT NANA'S, ha, we just pass Nana's and with years of experience I text back OKAY with one hand while hanging on for dear life to the motorbike with my other hand, giving the toothless driver the full fare though Nana is ony a mere five minutes from Ekamai, in the very heart of Sukumvit District, the rauchiest and sleaziest tourist area in all of Bangkok...
Everybody and everything lives and propers here, middle class Hindu males holding hands and giggling nervously while checking out the numerous GO-Go bars, huge arabs from Saudi Arabia dressed in white-colored long Djalebbas, their wives strolling the obligatory few paces behind, their faces covered with the Chador, Muslims from the south and middle-aged Farangs holding hands with Thai Hot Mommas from the Isan Sisterhood, a few Sikhs on an improbably quest for the right bars...
Nana's covered with cooked-food stalls mostly manned by Isan farmers still longingly remembering their rice paddies up north but by now having black lungs due to Bangkok's incredible air polution and the inevitable nictine addiction...
It is still too early for the real meals to be prepared but snacks on sticks are numerous with pork meat balls, barbequed chicken legs, dough balls and squid, pieces of water melon, cat fish and satay, all can be eaten from a bamboo stick, good starters for the main dishes later during the night...
I take a seat at one of the iron tables ordering fried cat fish and a Chang beer to wash it down while amuzing myself eavesdropping on the heated conversation of two Kathoys at the next table, wheter or not get the operation, wether or not the org*smic experiences will still be there after the op, wether Farangs like Kathoys more with their male tools still intact or maybe not, what hormone pills to take to get bigger b*obs...
This is definitely gonna be fun waiting for Nong to arrive. In my head I already have it all worked out for my blog when all of a sudden I am called back to present time with Baby Jacky loudly proclaiming his thirst for baby milk and the receptionist ladies smiling at me benevolently while I perform paternal duties that are not mine to perform...will habve to get back to this story later...
10-03-2010.
Not exactly the first time I find myself back in the lobby of the New Star Guest House with baby Jacky in my arms, baby-sitting this little Leuk Kreung infant while Miss Fohn - his Mum - is out and about with some Farangs, making the dough on her back in some sleazy hotel room, helping out some young Englsih blokes in desperate need of Thai s*x after an all night boozing enterprise...
Luckily for me Jacky went to blissfull baby sleep soon after I sang him Jan Klaassen was trompetter, the only song I know by heart, so I can dwell on my last visit to Thailand's capital, my little social visit to Nong while Per, her Norwegian sugar daddy was off to Chiang Mai on a motorbike tour with his Pensionaer friends, hoping for a night free of charge in their expensive Sangria-La Hotel suite where I happen to know his stash of fine Cuban sigars and the location of his equally tatsty Regency whisky...
Back on the motorbike taxi in Bangkok's notorious traffic jam from Ekamai Eastern Bus Termanal when my phone warns me of an incoming text message MEET ME AT NANA'S, ha, we just pass Nana's and with years of experience I text back OKAY with one hand while hanging on for dear life to the motorbike with my other hand, giving the toothless driver the full fare though Nana is ony a mere five minutes from Ekamai, in the very heart of Sukumvit District, the rauchiest and sleaziest tourist area in all of Bangkok...
Everybody and everything lives and propers here, middle class Hindu males holding hands and giggling nervously while checking out the numerous GO-Go bars, huge arabs from Saudi Arabia dressed in white-colored long Djalebbas, their wives strolling the obligatory few paces behind, their faces covered with the Chador, Muslims from the south and middle-aged Farangs holding hands with Thai Hot Mommas from the Isan Sisterhood, a few Sikhs on an improbably quest for the right bars...
Nana's covered with cooked-food stalls mostly manned by Isan farmers still longingly remembering their rice paddies up north but by now having black lungs due to Bangkok's incredible air polution and the inevitable nictine addiction...
It is still too early for the real meals to be prepared but snacks on sticks are numerous with pork meat balls, barbequed chicken legs, dough balls and squid, pieces of water melon, cat fish and satay, all can be eaten from a bamboo stick, good starters for the main dishes later during the night...
I take a seat at one of the iron tables ordering fried cat fish and a Chang beer to wash it down while amuzing myself eavesdropping on the heated conversation of two Kathoys at the next table, wheter or not get the operation, wether or not the org*smic experiences will still be there after the op, wether Farangs like Kathoys more with their male tools still intact or maybe not, what hormone pills to take to get bigger b*obs...
This is definitely gonna be fun waiting for Nong to arrive. In my head I already have it all worked out for my blog when all of a sudden I am called back to present time with Baby Jacky loudly proclaiming his thirst for baby milk and the receptionist ladies smiling at me benevolently while I perform paternal duties that are not mine to perform...will habve to get back to this story later...
Palaces of sin
Thailand, Pattaya,
09-03-2010.
I am looking at the unshaven guy in my bathroom mirror, a grey stumble covering my chin, grey that was once blond but with the coming of age and worries has turned to this depressing greyish color...
Not that I should feel unhappy having only last night returned to Pattaya and was straight off to a GoGo Bar in south pattaya, having been invited by two elderly britons on the minibus. Both of them new to the scene and in deperate need of their own personal Pattaya tour guide, offering me free drinks and hoping for the rauchiest bars in town...
Not that I am an expert on Pattaya's sleazy bars, that part of my Pattaya life is over - been there, done that sort of stuff when I was still staying with Lucky and his mate Mick in Soi Yamato - but the offer of free drinks after two days in Bangkok meeting up with Nong, was irresitable...
Bars where the girls give life s*x shows on stage, shooting ice cubes into your drinks using their private p*rts as a means of propulsion - I kept my hand over my glass of whiskey for hygenic purposes though my new-found buddies had no such qualms knocking down their drinks spiked with female bodily juices like it was cocoa with an overdose of sugar...
Nor did they mind sticking their fingers up certain feminine or*fices where a hunderd or more fingers go up on any given night in these palaces of sin, where the Mamasan will come over to check if a inflated lady's drink could be extracted from heated up Farang minds, maybe the bar fee for a quicky upstairs though I have seen real pen*tr*tion taking place too in these bars - a mere hundert baht and male equipm*nt is expertly freed from the closed confinement of sweaty Farang shorts...
Eventually my western-trained Guild Complex takes over though without any real reason but I know from previous experience that this crazy Guild Complex will be my nocturnal bed partner for the rest of the night - my bar hopping amigos are way too buzy licking fingers that were only mere moments ago up in h*les that they imagined when they met me in that minibus from Bangkok to Pattaya's rauchy and sleazy night life, to see my hasty retreat enjoying themselves to the max, never having heard of personal envolvement with this army of Hot Mommas...
So here I am looking at this haggard face looking back at me in the early hours of the morning, remembering returning to the my New Star room in Soi Honey-Inn using the back alleys, trying to evade possible local female friends in need of free lodging, wanting to be alone, wanting to willow in my feelings of guild and sorrow...well, by the looks on that stupid Farang face at the other side of my bathroom mirror, I would say I did a good job of it...
09-03-2010.
I am looking at the unshaven guy in my bathroom mirror, a grey stumble covering my chin, grey that was once blond but with the coming of age and worries has turned to this depressing greyish color...
Not that I should feel unhappy having only last night returned to Pattaya and was straight off to a GoGo Bar in south pattaya, having been invited by two elderly britons on the minibus. Both of them new to the scene and in deperate need of their own personal Pattaya tour guide, offering me free drinks and hoping for the rauchiest bars in town...
Not that I am an expert on Pattaya's sleazy bars, that part of my Pattaya life is over - been there, done that sort of stuff when I was still staying with Lucky and his mate Mick in Soi Yamato - but the offer of free drinks after two days in Bangkok meeting up with Nong, was irresitable...
Bars where the girls give life s*x shows on stage, shooting ice cubes into your drinks using their private p*rts as a means of propulsion - I kept my hand over my glass of whiskey for hygenic purposes though my new-found buddies had no such qualms knocking down their drinks spiked with female bodily juices like it was cocoa with an overdose of sugar...
Nor did they mind sticking their fingers up certain feminine or*fices where a hunderd or more fingers go up on any given night in these palaces of sin, where the Mamasan will come over to check if a inflated lady's drink could be extracted from heated up Farang minds, maybe the bar fee for a quicky upstairs though I have seen real pen*tr*tion taking place too in these bars - a mere hundert baht and male equipm*nt is expertly freed from the closed confinement of sweaty Farang shorts...
Eventually my western-trained Guild Complex takes over though without any real reason but I know from previous experience that this crazy Guild Complex will be my nocturnal bed partner for the rest of the night - my bar hopping amigos are way too buzy licking fingers that were only mere moments ago up in h*les that they imagined when they met me in that minibus from Bangkok to Pattaya's rauchy and sleazy night life, to see my hasty retreat enjoying themselves to the max, never having heard of personal envolvement with this army of Hot Mommas...
So here I am looking at this haggard face looking back at me in the early hours of the morning, remembering returning to the my New Star room in Soi Honey-Inn using the back alleys, trying to evade possible local female friends in need of free lodging, wanting to be alone, wanting to willow in my feelings of guild and sorrow...well, by the looks on that stupid Farang face at the other side of my bathroom mirror, I would say I did a good job of it...
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Five times the marital life
Thailand, Bangkok,
07-03-2010.
Drinking my early morning 7/Eleven instant coffee on my usual bench on the boulevard, some Hot Mommas asking me for a bit of change - after all they too want coffee while hoping for a Farang looking for a pre-breakfast shorttime - mobile cooked-food vendors doing a brisk trade with these hungry ladies of the night who had no busibness last night and are therefore still haning out here...
A huge 6 foot four Dutchman from Amsterdam somewhere in his late fifties and in the possession of a huge belly that falls like Jelly-O over the waist of his rediculous shorts, sweating profusely, drinking a huge bottle of Chang despite the still early morning and trying hard to explain to me the hazards of married life - he should know having been married and devorced five times already...
Like how his first wive was a f*cking sadist who would smack the offspring repeatedly and couldn't stop belittling them, telling them to have a close look at their father who never accomplished anything in his life...
How his second wife would rave he was a s*x addict just for the occasional look at a good-looking babe walking by in the street - a pretty normal thing for any man to do, even I have to admit to that - and would give him endless speeches of the dangers of HIV and STDs...and all that for a casual glance at a young woman in shorts showing off a pair of endless great sun-tanned legs...
The one that was way too dominant in bed complaing all men followed their s*x instincts and had no consideration for a woman's org*sm, who would want to go to that dirty beach in Ymuiden at least every weekend...
Then there was Wendy who was always threatening with divorce and expensive lawyers who would squeeze his b*lls totally empty when she wouldn't get her way, long shopping sprees and a platinum bank card were her desires but hardly any s*x in the marital bed...
The last wive was always argueing with the Maroccan neighbors expecting him to constantly be on her side while doing her act of the Albert Kuyp market fish monger but was way too lazy to do the household chores...
"no, my mate, these days I can follow my own s*x instincts", he concludes before turning to Miss Penn who is busy eating her twenty baht barbecued chicken legs paid by stupid me, arranging a four hundert baht shorttime and off they are leaving me alone again pondering how fascinating it is to see two total strangers walking off to the privacy of a paid room , who gonna have s*x within five minutes after their first meeting...well, this is Pattaya after all...
07-03-2010.
Drinking my early morning 7/Eleven instant coffee on my usual bench on the boulevard, some Hot Mommas asking me for a bit of change - after all they too want coffee while hoping for a Farang looking for a pre-breakfast shorttime - mobile cooked-food vendors doing a brisk trade with these hungry ladies of the night who had no busibness last night and are therefore still haning out here...
A huge 6 foot four Dutchman from Amsterdam somewhere in his late fifties and in the possession of a huge belly that falls like Jelly-O over the waist of his rediculous shorts, sweating profusely, drinking a huge bottle of Chang despite the still early morning and trying hard to explain to me the hazards of married life - he should know having been married and devorced five times already...
Like how his first wive was a f*cking sadist who would smack the offspring repeatedly and couldn't stop belittling them, telling them to have a close look at their father who never accomplished anything in his life...
How his second wife would rave he was a s*x addict just for the occasional look at a good-looking babe walking by in the street - a pretty normal thing for any man to do, even I have to admit to that - and would give him endless speeches of the dangers of HIV and STDs...and all that for a casual glance at a young woman in shorts showing off a pair of endless great sun-tanned legs...
The one that was way too dominant in bed complaing all men followed their s*x instincts and had no consideration for a woman's org*sm, who would want to go to that dirty beach in Ymuiden at least every weekend...
Then there was Wendy who was always threatening with divorce and expensive lawyers who would squeeze his b*lls totally empty when she wouldn't get her way, long shopping sprees and a platinum bank card were her desires but hardly any s*x in the marital bed...
The last wive was always argueing with the Maroccan neighbors expecting him to constantly be on her side while doing her act of the Albert Kuyp market fish monger but was way too lazy to do the household chores...
"no, my mate, these days I can follow my own s*x instincts", he concludes before turning to Miss Penn who is busy eating her twenty baht barbecued chicken legs paid by stupid me, arranging a four hundert baht shorttime and off they are leaving me alone again pondering how fascinating it is to see two total strangers walking off to the privacy of a paid room , who gonna have s*x within five minutes after their first meeting...well, this is Pattaya after all...
Friday, March 5, 2010
Henk and Yaa Baa
Thailand, Pattaya,
05-02-2010.
His bloody saliva is flying through the early evening air while he is screaming into my ear, trying hard to convince me he has been set up by all these d*rned good for nothing P*tazas from the PS Guest House...I am pretty sure Henk is once again under the influence of heavy Yaa Baa smoking, the very reason of his present predicament, his on-going problems with the Thai Justice Department, having been arrested in the lobby of PS Guest House several months earlier with his suitcase full with Yaa Baa pills - apperently close to 50 pills - while waiting for his minibus to the airport...
I am trying hard to evade the wed speckles of his watery speech covering my bare arms, shifting my bulk here on the boulevard, trying hard to make sence of his stories, how he used Yaa Baa in combination with Viagra and Kamarga to have an 24 hour a day er*ction so he could do that he always dreamed about, sleep with 1000s of Thai Hot Mommas, use his claustrophobic room at the PS to usher in 4/5 Ladies of the night at the same time, had them lining up outside his dingy room. Even the notorious Kathoys that rule the lobby of the PS at night were no longer safe from his s*xual Yaa Baa induced lust and desires...juicy details fly through the air combined with how he has spent all his black dough on these bitches that have ratted on him to the police...
I have actually already heard the story by all the old hands to Pattaya, how he badmouthed the police after his arrest refusing to pay the 200.000 baht bribe, telling the Thai men in brown how they could all go to Buddhist hell and beyond, rediculing them, ending up in a police holding cell full with Kathoys who broke his nose and seriously beat the living daylights out of him, how in the end he paid 400.000 baht to await his trail in freedom but with his passport down at Soi Police Station - no way to leave the country - his litte useless visit to the Dutch embassy in Bangkok to ask for a political asylum status to he could sneak out of the Thai Kingdom, his crazy stunt on Pattaya People TV accusing the local police of setting him up and the beating in jail he got...
I seriously consider leaving this frustrated *sshole whose spittle is still flying all over me, still raving about the Thai corrupt police mixed with complaints about Jan-Peter Balkenende's cabinet's agreement with Thailand to declare all the black money stalled in this Asian Kingdom by Pattaya Dutch old hands to the Dutch VAT department, how he really HAD to f**k away all his dough because of this crazy immitation of that stupid Potter caracter over there in no-good Holland...
I have no doubt that Crazy Henk who is very obviously under the influence even as we speak, totally addicted as a matter of fact, is in deep sh*t, having paid yet another 500'000 to his lawyer to grease the judge for his trail probably next year april...yeah what about greasing the public prosecutor, Henk? What about some more black money to grease the guards that will quite happily make your time awkward once you will have to do eight years or more, money for food and a matress up there in Bangkok Hilton...
Good luck to you, Henk but I hate to break the bad news...maybe you will figure that out yourself once you break the habit of these little red pills mate...
05-02-2010.
His bloody saliva is flying through the early evening air while he is screaming into my ear, trying hard to convince me he has been set up by all these d*rned good for nothing P*tazas from the PS Guest House...I am pretty sure Henk is once again under the influence of heavy Yaa Baa smoking, the very reason of his present predicament, his on-going problems with the Thai Justice Department, having been arrested in the lobby of PS Guest House several months earlier with his suitcase full with Yaa Baa pills - apperently close to 50 pills - while waiting for his minibus to the airport...
I am trying hard to evade the wed speckles of his watery speech covering my bare arms, shifting my bulk here on the boulevard, trying hard to make sence of his stories, how he used Yaa Baa in combination with Viagra and Kamarga to have an 24 hour a day er*ction so he could do that he always dreamed about, sleep with 1000s of Thai Hot Mommas, use his claustrophobic room at the PS to usher in 4/5 Ladies of the night at the same time, had them lining up outside his dingy room. Even the notorious Kathoys that rule the lobby of the PS at night were no longer safe from his s*xual Yaa Baa induced lust and desires...juicy details fly through the air combined with how he has spent all his black dough on these bitches that have ratted on him to the police...
I have actually already heard the story by all the old hands to Pattaya, how he badmouthed the police after his arrest refusing to pay the 200.000 baht bribe, telling the Thai men in brown how they could all go to Buddhist hell and beyond, rediculing them, ending up in a police holding cell full with Kathoys who broke his nose and seriously beat the living daylights out of him, how in the end he paid 400.000 baht to await his trail in freedom but with his passport down at Soi Police Station - no way to leave the country - his litte useless visit to the Dutch embassy in Bangkok to ask for a political asylum status to he could sneak out of the Thai Kingdom, his crazy stunt on Pattaya People TV accusing the local police of setting him up and the beating in jail he got...
I seriously consider leaving this frustrated *sshole whose spittle is still flying all over me, still raving about the Thai corrupt police mixed with complaints about Jan-Peter Balkenende's cabinet's agreement with Thailand to declare all the black money stalled in this Asian Kingdom by Pattaya Dutch old hands to the Dutch VAT department, how he really HAD to f**k away all his dough because of this crazy immitation of that stupid Potter caracter over there in no-good Holland...
I have no doubt that Crazy Henk who is very obviously under the influence even as we speak, totally addicted as a matter of fact, is in deep sh*t, having paid yet another 500'000 to his lawyer to grease the judge for his trail probably next year april...yeah what about greasing the public prosecutor, Henk? What about some more black money to grease the guards that will quite happily make your time awkward once you will have to do eight years or more, money for food and a matress up there in Bangkok Hilton...
Good luck to you, Henk but I hate to break the bad news...maybe you will figure that out yourself once you break the habit of these little red pills mate...
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Two dead bodies on the road
Thailand, Trat,
02-03-2010.
In over a full week of being on the move in Phnom Penh, walking up to eight hours a day and despite the heavy trafic, I saw no accidents though the heavy motorbike invested flow of mad city dwellers on their way to God knows where, always moving around me when I crossed the streets, a bit like a wave engulving me. I soon enough learned to cross Phom Penh's busy roads like the locals, don't wait but go for it at a steady speed though not to soon and everybody on a motorbike and even cars will evade you like the waves of the mighty Thai ocean - or was it the Phnom Penh trafic ocean. Don't hestitate or try to return to your safe spot on the sidewalk...they will go paranoid...
Just outside Phnom Penh and well on my way to Koh Kong in my dirty and rusty local bus trying hard to keep some sort of managable control over my tortured darms - if there is one major thing in Cambodia I didn't like it was with a GREAT leap forward the food - I see my first trafic accident in this dusty and hard to understand country. A overloaded minibus banged into the side of the road, its load all over the place, a motorbike pretty much in a state of total loss and two equally total loss looking local human bodies....
My old and beat up local bus has to swarve around the beat up motorbike as well as the two dead bodies, heads and chests caved in pretty much like that overloaded minibus they quite obviously had a head-on collision with...young lives wasted even before they could actually start them...and all that on a empty belly and darms that growl in protest...
Tomorrow I will be in Thailand. No more long hikes but easy mornings on the boulevard, enjoying the meditational feelings inside my Farang skull brought about by my afternoon painting sessions...I can hardly wait!!!
02-03-2010.
In over a full week of being on the move in Phnom Penh, walking up to eight hours a day and despite the heavy trafic, I saw no accidents though the heavy motorbike invested flow of mad city dwellers on their way to God knows where, always moving around me when I crossed the streets, a bit like a wave engulving me. I soon enough learned to cross Phom Penh's busy roads like the locals, don't wait but go for it at a steady speed though not to soon and everybody on a motorbike and even cars will evade you like the waves of the mighty Thai ocean - or was it the Phnom Penh trafic ocean. Don't hestitate or try to return to your safe spot on the sidewalk...they will go paranoid...
Just outside Phnom Penh and well on my way to Koh Kong in my dirty and rusty local bus trying hard to keep some sort of managable control over my tortured darms - if there is one major thing in Cambodia I didn't like it was with a GREAT leap forward the food - I see my first trafic accident in this dusty and hard to understand country. A overloaded minibus banged into the side of the road, its load all over the place, a motorbike pretty much in a state of total loss and two equally total loss looking local human bodies....
My old and beat up local bus has to swarve around the beat up motorbike as well as the two dead bodies, heads and chests caved in pretty much like that overloaded minibus they quite obviously had a head-on collision with...young lives wasted even before they could actually start them...and all that on a empty belly and darms that growl in protest...
Tomorrow I will be in Thailand. No more long hikes but easy mornings on the boulevard, enjoying the meditational feelings inside my Farang skull brought about by my afternoon painting sessions...I can hardly wait!!!
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