Pattaya, Thailand,
01-02-2010.
Several days after arrival to this male kingdom in Southeast Asia and stil no sign of my poor Tilak Moo, getting increasingly concerned about her wellfare but trying vainly to push her eventual destiny to the back of my mind...
Untill yesterday when I came out of the 7/Eleven when I saw her sitting there outside, skinnier as ever dressed in her short hot pants on an old piece of carboard, talking to herself and totally olivious to the world around her...
trying hard to ignore the s*xually tinted rowdy talk of two overweight Swedes on a mission, big bottles of recently opened Leo ready for consumption in their hairy claws, I lean against the wall waiting for her crazy eyes to catch mine, remembering the mutual past between us, remembering Joseph her Tilak from Koln/Germany who wanted to "stay Thailand long time", ending up with a life sentence for getting caught redhandedly at Don Muang Airport...
Yeah, that was really clever, Joseph, you stupid f*ck, staying Thailand long time but excatly there where you expected. You didn't last long did
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Lord Buddha on my door
Thailand, Pattaya,
31-01-2010.
A mere twenty Bhat motorbike taxi ride to the bus terminal, disappearing again from my eyes, maybe but not from my shattered heart, a seperation of two Phi, two souls that connected a long time ago...seeing her on the back of that d*rned motorbike late at night going down the Soi that even well after midnight is still vibrating with life, turning her beautiful roound face a last time and scraeming for all to hear "ME LOVE YOU BIG TIME ALWAYS, MY BIG TILAK", then she is gone leaving me feeling a bit like a bundle of exposed nerve ends, a dreadful mess of destroyed mental neurons, memories smoldering in my brains aplenty...
I decide to leave the boulevard alone, going up to my room for a well deserved night of hopefully deep sleep, leaving the motorbike cabbies in front of my hotel alone who pretend to be otherwise preoccupied, maybe a game of Thai checkers to avoid noticing my distress, saving me face BIG TIME, but there is no wilful denial here, my heart is lonely once more and the half liter bottle of Honky-Tonky whisky she left me - Hong Mhong it is really called - will do nothing to knock me out, I know that for a fact...
Instead I tape a page from the Bangkok Post to the wall and using the small tapes of fluorescent acrylics paint I bought the other day at the market, my small water color pensils and my crayons, I paint a huge Lord Buddha face, painfully working on each individual brush stroke, giving each line with my crayons careful attention. I am in the "zone" now and taking great advantage of it, taking small swiggs from the Honky-Tonky whisky, working, painting, working, painting, pushing the memories to the deeper recesses of my Farang mind...
When finally I am done and my Honky-Tonky cr*p down to my belly, the unrest is once more upon me and being 04.00 o'clock in the morning, there is still no sleep so I tape my Lord Buddha image to the outside of my door, deciding on a few Chang beer out in the Soi, watching the last Ladies of the Night returning to their collective rooms down at Soi Bhukaouw, asking me in passing " you like shorttime sir?", the last punters drunk from the numerous Go-Go bars with a petite vixen bar lady dragging them home...
Going up the stairs to my room I find my Lord Buddha image gone from my door...someone must have really liked it to steal it like that in the dead of night...can't possibly have been a Thai!!!
31-01-2010.
A mere twenty Bhat motorbike taxi ride to the bus terminal, disappearing again from my eyes, maybe but not from my shattered heart, a seperation of two Phi, two souls that connected a long time ago...seeing her on the back of that d*rned motorbike late at night going down the Soi that even well after midnight is still vibrating with life, turning her beautiful roound face a last time and scraeming for all to hear "ME LOVE YOU BIG TIME ALWAYS, MY BIG TILAK", then she is gone leaving me feeling a bit like a bundle of exposed nerve ends, a dreadful mess of destroyed mental neurons, memories smoldering in my brains aplenty...
I decide to leave the boulevard alone, going up to my room for a well deserved night of hopefully deep sleep, leaving the motorbike cabbies in front of my hotel alone who pretend to be otherwise preoccupied, maybe a game of Thai checkers to avoid noticing my distress, saving me face BIG TIME, but there is no wilful denial here, my heart is lonely once more and the half liter bottle of Honky-Tonky whisky she left me - Hong Mhong it is really called - will do nothing to knock me out, I know that for a fact...
Instead I tape a page from the Bangkok Post to the wall and using the small tapes of fluorescent acrylics paint I bought the other day at the market, my small water color pensils and my crayons, I paint a huge Lord Buddha face, painfully working on each individual brush stroke, giving each line with my crayons careful attention. I am in the "zone" now and taking great advantage of it, taking small swiggs from the Honky-Tonky whisky, working, painting, working, painting, pushing the memories to the deeper recesses of my Farang mind...
When finally I am done and my Honky-Tonky cr*p down to my belly, the unrest is once more upon me and being 04.00 o'clock in the morning, there is still no sleep so I tape my Lord Buddha image to the outside of my door, deciding on a few Chang beer out in the Soi, watching the last Ladies of the Night returning to their collective rooms down at Soi Bhukaouw, asking me in passing " you like shorttime sir?", the last punters drunk from the numerous Go-Go bars with a petite vixen bar lady dragging them home...
Going up the stairs to my room I find my Lord Buddha image gone from my door...someone must have really liked it to steal it like that in the dead of night...can't possibly have been a Thai!!!
Pom Tong Kan Pop Khun
Thailand,Pattaya,
30-01-2010.
I'm quitely sipping my instant coffee from the 7/Eleven which can be found at any given street corner in this Asian nation - proudly supporting Thailand, or so they claim - while watching two arabs in long white Djelebbas and sporting the inevitable Muslim beards, trying hard to bring the price down for a double shorttime with two Hot Mommas when my mobile goes Beeb, Beeb, Beeb informing me of in incoming text message...
"Pom Tong Kan Pop Khun" it says, for a moment I'm mystified - I might give out my room number to any given lady I meet on this boulevard but my mobile number...now that is a completely different matter. Than I hear her voice "me like see you now", that voice that has followed me during most of my adult life, during my trails and jubilations, during my long and solitay bicycle trips across Europe, Mexico and The States wildcamping in dark forests and empty Spanish Casitas...almost like a telepathic universe of some kind...
"Aaay, me make joke you", YES,there she is standing right in front of me, a small daypack strapped to her back, her body having gone a bit plump over the years, her round face a dead give away to her mother's Karen inheritance , unlike the Thais whose face is more heart shaped, ignoring the perplexing looks of contempt from the arabs on a cheap shorttime queste, we Wai each other politely before given over to the European hugging...
My poor old Nong, wh*re-tough to her very core with the physical constition of a wild bull elefant in Must, the caramel color of her skin still healthy looking, beaming big bright smiles at me showing me her white and undamaged teeth, a toughness radiating out of her paralelled only by her female coyness, having excused herself from her Norwegian Sugar Daddy back at the Sangri-La Hotel in Bangkok, having come all the way from the Thai capital just to see crazy me...
Taking her daypack from her I offer to take her back to my room so she can freshen up, both of us totally ignoring the two arabs whose looks by now have turned way beyond disapproval - what is their problem anyway?
She tells me about her time in Bangkok tending to the needs of her Norwegian Sugar Daddy, we talk about the plight of the Karen people who are once more fleeing across the Thai border en masse persecuted by that insane Burmese Junta that has no right of excistence but nonetheless has been driving the hilltribe people away from their traditional homegrounds for nearly fifty years now, left there own people to rot after the Irrawaddy Delta was flooded some short years ago, the stupid generals didn't even let the americaqns in to help though their ships where anchored off shore filled to overflow with supplies...for a moment a detect a few tears in her left eye where mine have already gone down my cheeks like rivulets in a flood of blood...
She dries them with her handkerchief telling me "you still think too much, my big Tilak"...when she finally leaves me after a day of reminiscing, I realise we have never actually left my room ordering food and Singha beers up, talking all day in a strange mix of Thai and Englsih with the odd word of Kareni thrown in...and that the never ending knocking on my door as been respectfully absent...
30-01-2010.
I'm quitely sipping my instant coffee from the 7/Eleven which can be found at any given street corner in this Asian nation - proudly supporting Thailand, or so they claim - while watching two arabs in long white Djelebbas and sporting the inevitable Muslim beards, trying hard to bring the price down for a double shorttime with two Hot Mommas when my mobile goes Beeb, Beeb, Beeb informing me of in incoming text message...
"Pom Tong Kan Pop Khun" it says, for a moment I'm mystified - I might give out my room number to any given lady I meet on this boulevard but my mobile number...now that is a completely different matter. Than I hear her voice "me like see you now", that voice that has followed me during most of my adult life, during my trails and jubilations, during my long and solitay bicycle trips across Europe, Mexico and The States wildcamping in dark forests and empty Spanish Casitas...almost like a telepathic universe of some kind...
"Aaay, me make joke you", YES,there she is standing right in front of me, a small daypack strapped to her back, her body having gone a bit plump over the years, her round face a dead give away to her mother's Karen inheritance , unlike the Thais whose face is more heart shaped, ignoring the perplexing looks of contempt from the arabs on a cheap shorttime queste, we Wai each other politely before given over to the European hugging...
My poor old Nong, wh*re-tough to her very core with the physical constition of a wild bull elefant in Must, the caramel color of her skin still healthy looking, beaming big bright smiles at me showing me her white and undamaged teeth, a toughness radiating out of her paralelled only by her female coyness, having excused herself from her Norwegian Sugar Daddy back at the Sangri-La Hotel in Bangkok, having come all the way from the Thai capital just to see crazy me...
Taking her daypack from her I offer to take her back to my room so she can freshen up, both of us totally ignoring the two arabs whose looks by now have turned way beyond disapproval - what is their problem anyway?
She tells me about her time in Bangkok tending to the needs of her Norwegian Sugar Daddy, we talk about the plight of the Karen people who are once more fleeing across the Thai border en masse persecuted by that insane Burmese Junta that has no right of excistence but nonetheless has been driving the hilltribe people away from their traditional homegrounds for nearly fifty years now, left there own people to rot after the Irrawaddy Delta was flooded some short years ago, the stupid generals didn't even let the americaqns in to help though their ships where anchored off shore filled to overflow with supplies...for a moment a detect a few tears in her left eye where mine have already gone down my cheeks like rivulets in a flood of blood...
She dries them with her handkerchief telling me "you still think too much, my big Tilak"...when she finally leaves me after a day of reminiscing, I realise we have never actually left my room ordering food and Singha beers up, talking all day in a strange mix of Thai and Englsih with the odd word of Kareni thrown in...and that the never ending knocking on my door as been respectfully absent...
Friday, January 29, 2010
WHAT I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW
Thailand, Pattaya,
29-01-2010.
I seriously wonder what this elderly Dutch couple is REALLY doing here in Pattaya, where the female part of the couple has been fuming about this wicked s*x trade that apperently there own son has been traumatised by, falling in love with a Thai lady on his first visit, taking her home and arranging the paper for her, five years into the marriage and one Leuk Kreug baby girl later his Tikal told hime she wanted a devorce and her part of the 250.000 Euro house, a lawyer on the phone bringing the net worth up even further...
She is fuming, big speckles of white saliva flying through the air while whyle she badmouthes the whole Thai nation. This place is like a tidal wave of sin, a heathen place totally given over to s*x and depravity, the darkness around us given over to the stinking smell of police corruption and Hot Momma greed...
She has no compassion whatsoever for the begging mothers on Second Road carrying liquorice-eyed babies in their arms hoping to make the begging get better, they might as well sell these too to these d*mned for all time s*x starved Farangs...
Then her husband whispers in a quick remark " not like we don't take a girl back to our hotel every so often", a quick female elbow finds its way to a male partner's rib - a clear message to stay out of the conversation...
On and on she goes about the forces of darkness, the Sodom and Gomorra of the biblican times, how God Allmighty will have his Holy Revenge sipping every so often from her cup of coffee nervously and excitedly, taken on a dark path that leads her further and further down a negative highway of pure hatred by her own tirade against the Thai nation....
I wonder if I should tell her that the hatred in her heart will eventually devour her soul, a deeper wickedness that is hidden in the deeper recesses of her Farang mind, a trail of thoughts that will lower the lodgings of her Phi - her spirit you know.
When finally they leave and I have my first Leo of the evening which is bubbling on my tongue deliciously, I wonder if this woman is maybe in need of a severe re-education...enjoying the orange ambience of a setting sun, the upcoming evening that seemed so dark only mere moments ago in the presence of this evil mouthed woman...
Walking down the boulevard already totally oblivious to her obnoxious and negative Bla-Bla-Bla, I see them in the back of a Songtheaw a petite and lithe female dark-skinned body squeezed tightly between them, her husbands sausage-like fingers already down the back waist of her short pants in excited anticipation...his wife the Fat Bad Mouth whispering words - of lust? - in her ear from the other side - then as though she felt my glance she turns around and our eyes lock but for a moment before she quickly turns back to her Victim of the Night...a small moment in time during which our souls collided and she understood that I know what I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW...
They all think it is a joke!!!
29-01-2010.
I seriously wonder what this elderly Dutch couple is REALLY doing here in Pattaya, where the female part of the couple has been fuming about this wicked s*x trade that apperently there own son has been traumatised by, falling in love with a Thai lady on his first visit, taking her home and arranging the paper for her, five years into the marriage and one Leuk Kreug baby girl later his Tikal told hime she wanted a devorce and her part of the 250.000 Euro house, a lawyer on the phone bringing the net worth up even further...
She is fuming, big speckles of white saliva flying through the air while whyle she badmouthes the whole Thai nation. This place is like a tidal wave of sin, a heathen place totally given over to s*x and depravity, the darkness around us given over to the stinking smell of police corruption and Hot Momma greed...
She has no compassion whatsoever for the begging mothers on Second Road carrying liquorice-eyed babies in their arms hoping to make the begging get better, they might as well sell these too to these d*mned for all time s*x starved Farangs...
Then her husband whispers in a quick remark " not like we don't take a girl back to our hotel every so often", a quick female elbow finds its way to a male partner's rib - a clear message to stay out of the conversation...
On and on she goes about the forces of darkness, the Sodom and Gomorra of the biblican times, how God Allmighty will have his Holy Revenge sipping every so often from her cup of coffee nervously and excitedly, taken on a dark path that leads her further and further down a negative highway of pure hatred by her own tirade against the Thai nation....
I wonder if I should tell her that the hatred in her heart will eventually devour her soul, a deeper wickedness that is hidden in the deeper recesses of her Farang mind, a trail of thoughts that will lower the lodgings of her Phi - her spirit you know.
When finally they leave and I have my first Leo of the evening which is bubbling on my tongue deliciously, I wonder if this woman is maybe in need of a severe re-education...enjoying the orange ambience of a setting sun, the upcoming evening that seemed so dark only mere moments ago in the presence of this evil mouthed woman...
Walking down the boulevard already totally oblivious to her obnoxious and negative Bla-Bla-Bla, I see them in the back of a Songtheaw a petite and lithe female dark-skinned body squeezed tightly between them, her husbands sausage-like fingers already down the back waist of her short pants in excited anticipation...his wife the Fat Bad Mouth whispering words - of lust? - in her ear from the other side - then as though she felt my glance she turns around and our eyes lock but for a moment before she quickly turns back to her Victim of the Night...a small moment in time during which our souls collided and she understood that I know what I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW...
They all think it is a joke!!!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The Death of a Hot Momma
Thailand, Pattaya,
28-01-2010.
I'm in an uneasy dream world where Lord Buddha's big compassionate eyes look down on my sleeping frame, neither sympathetic nor hostile but always involved, protecting me through the sheer magic of my Buddha pendant, a gift so lonf ago from Nong. His very presence might keep the gaudy carnival of life out in the Soi outside, but not the sad images of Miss Ohn who according to her friend Ahn died only four days ago...
Just missed her sorry demise by a day and I'm seriously wondering wether or not that is a blessing or a curse.....?
Halucinary vapours, clammy and sickening run through my Farang drug crazed mind...remembering how she used to come to my room often at 03.00 h./05.00 o'clock in the morning her freaked out mind high on too much Meakhong whisky and unable to sleep due to heavy and copious amount of Yaa-Baa playing havoc on her tortured mind, tossing around on her side of the bed wanting condom-free s*x - that Yaa-Baa sh*t gets them h***y too much, often the only way these poor creatures of the night can stand these sweaty big bellied elderly and drunk Farangs b*nging away at their lithe Asian bodies...
I clearly remember her big elefant tattoe on her right arm, a Noordu against bad luck, a heathen fetish maybe to a member of the Roman Church or a devout Muslim but to her a vain hope of salvation, good fortune that will go beyond the gates of hell - a bit like the Thai equivalent of a lucky rabbit's food... I presume that her Noordu eventually gave up leaving her with stomach cancer with seeds going al the way down to her legs...
According to her friend Ahn she died in much agony and suffered for months before the inevitable end came upon her, the arms of the mercifull Lord Buddha taking her Phi - her soul you know - and hopefully transporting her to a better place, be it Buddhist Nirvana or some sort of Devine Paradise, a Holy Place where a special place for the Hot Momma Clan of Isan females has been kept for her...or so I can only hope.
Didn't I see her on the boulevard the day I arrived, the elefant tattoe a dead give-away...must have been her spirit showing herself to me as a last farewell, a sort of Khap Khun very much for helping her out countless times...not something hard to believe in this mystic nation that breathes spirituality from its very pores...
I'm still suffering in the realm of Lord morpheus when Knock-Knock-Knock it goes on my door, opening it to a stunningly beautifull Hot Momma dressed in extremely short red colored shorts apolgising for mistakenly banging away on my door and asking "you like shorttime, maybe", I send her away just to find Miss Apple in the same spot mere minutes later with whom I have been drinking cans of Leo beer on the boulevard for these last few days asking me for a place to crash "my friend have Farang man in room, me not like sleep on beach", yeah, well, why not I presume.
SO VERY SORRY MISS OHN, see you again in the next life around or else in the afterworld, sleep well my poor dear friend, will never forget you and all that!!!
28-01-2010.
I'm in an uneasy dream world where Lord Buddha's big compassionate eyes look down on my sleeping frame, neither sympathetic nor hostile but always involved, protecting me through the sheer magic of my Buddha pendant, a gift so lonf ago from Nong. His very presence might keep the gaudy carnival of life out in the Soi outside, but not the sad images of Miss Ohn who according to her friend Ahn died only four days ago...
Just missed her sorry demise by a day and I'm seriously wondering wether or not that is a blessing or a curse.....?
Halucinary vapours, clammy and sickening run through my Farang drug crazed mind...remembering how she used to come to my room often at 03.00 h./05.00 o'clock in the morning her freaked out mind high on too much Meakhong whisky and unable to sleep due to heavy and copious amount of Yaa-Baa playing havoc on her tortured mind, tossing around on her side of the bed wanting condom-free s*x - that Yaa-Baa sh*t gets them h***y too much, often the only way these poor creatures of the night can stand these sweaty big bellied elderly and drunk Farangs b*nging away at their lithe Asian bodies...
I clearly remember her big elefant tattoe on her right arm, a Noordu against bad luck, a heathen fetish maybe to a member of the Roman Church or a devout Muslim but to her a vain hope of salvation, good fortune that will go beyond the gates of hell - a bit like the Thai equivalent of a lucky rabbit's food... I presume that her Noordu eventually gave up leaving her with stomach cancer with seeds going al the way down to her legs...
According to her friend Ahn she died in much agony and suffered for months before the inevitable end came upon her, the arms of the mercifull Lord Buddha taking her Phi - her soul you know - and hopefully transporting her to a better place, be it Buddhist Nirvana or some sort of Devine Paradise, a Holy Place where a special place for the Hot Momma Clan of Isan females has been kept for her...or so I can only hope.
Didn't I see her on the boulevard the day I arrived, the elefant tattoe a dead give-away...must have been her spirit showing herself to me as a last farewell, a sort of Khap Khun very much for helping her out countless times...not something hard to believe in this mystic nation that breathes spirituality from its very pores...
I'm still suffering in the realm of Lord morpheus when Knock-Knock-Knock it goes on my door, opening it to a stunningly beautifull Hot Momma dressed in extremely short red colored shorts apolgising for mistakenly banging away on my door and asking "you like shorttime, maybe", I send her away just to find Miss Apple in the same spot mere minutes later with whom I have been drinking cans of Leo beer on the boulevard for these last few days asking me for a place to crash "my friend have Farang man in room, me not like sleep on beach", yeah, well, why not I presume.
SO VERY SORRY MISS OHN, see you again in the next life around or else in the afterworld, sleep well my poor dear friend, will never forget you and all that!!!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
New arrivals to Pattaya.
Thailand, Pattaya,
27-01-2010.
I wonder what it must feel like to be a first timer to this s*x heavy city having come off the airport bus or by private taxi seeing this kaleidoscope of human activity, looking for an escape to the damp heat that will overwhelm you the moment you leave the air-conditioned capsule of your private taxi, your T-shirt getting soaked around your big Tumpui, heavy patches of perperation soaking the fabric under your armpits...
Feeling a bit like swimming around inside a tropical aqarium that is in a desperate need of a change, small Akha hilltribe women in tribal headdress trying to grab your Farang arm still pinkinsh and untouched by the oppressive heat, peddling bangles and trashy beads, smelly Burmese sigars.
Doped up Tuk Tuk drivers trying to pick your attention with offers of young boys and even youger women, maybe a fake rolex on the boulevard, a masage from a lady of the night too old these days to offer them her worn-out body, young vixen girls from the Northern provinces calling to them from the numerous girly bars.
I see them every day parading up and down the boulevard, hair plastered to their foreheads while marching up and down, overwelmed by the open and s*x laden air, an easy victim for an experienced Hot Momma or maybe a rip-off artist, sweaty like they have just had a dip in their hotel's swimming pool...yeah it is all being pushed up their Farang nostril cavities like the strong spicy smell of the Thai wok used by the food vendors.
I still sleep alone in my New Star room, the sleep of the innocent though Miss-Me-Feel-Off-Motorbike-While-Mau would love to have back "her" place on the matrass as she told me the other night - now, that might have been okay with me last year when she had her arm in an impressive plastercast after her motorbike accident and therfore unable to secure herself a Farang boyfriend but me, Mister Big Samaritan, prefer to stay alone, alone with my sketchbook and my treasured memories of the past...
Not that that might last very long, not with Nong coming over anytime soon as she informed me gaily when I had her on the phone a few days ago.
And then there is this charming lady in her late thrities who always looks for my company and maybe a free Leo at night on the boulevard while trying to fix her ladyfriends with Farang customers using near pefect english and even a few words of Deutsch, a clear sign to me she is not exactly new to the Game.
27-01-2010.
I wonder what it must feel like to be a first timer to this s*x heavy city having come off the airport bus or by private taxi seeing this kaleidoscope of human activity, looking for an escape to the damp heat that will overwhelm you the moment you leave the air-conditioned capsule of your private taxi, your T-shirt getting soaked around your big Tumpui, heavy patches of perperation soaking the fabric under your armpits...
Feeling a bit like swimming around inside a tropical aqarium that is in a desperate need of a change, small Akha hilltribe women in tribal headdress trying to grab your Farang arm still pinkinsh and untouched by the oppressive heat, peddling bangles and trashy beads, smelly Burmese sigars.
Doped up Tuk Tuk drivers trying to pick your attention with offers of young boys and even youger women, maybe a fake rolex on the boulevard, a masage from a lady of the night too old these days to offer them her worn-out body, young vixen girls from the Northern provinces calling to them from the numerous girly bars.
I see them every day parading up and down the boulevard, hair plastered to their foreheads while marching up and down, overwelmed by the open and s*x laden air, an easy victim for an experienced Hot Momma or maybe a rip-off artist, sweaty like they have just had a dip in their hotel's swimming pool...yeah it is all being pushed up their Farang nostril cavities like the strong spicy smell of the Thai wok used by the food vendors.
I still sleep alone in my New Star room, the sleep of the innocent though Miss-Me-Feel-Off-Motorbike-While-Mau would love to have back "her" place on the matrass as she told me the other night - now, that might have been okay with me last year when she had her arm in an impressive plastercast after her motorbike accident and therfore unable to secure herself a Farang boyfriend but me, Mister Big Samaritan, prefer to stay alone, alone with my sketchbook and my treasured memories of the past...
Not that that might last very long, not with Nong coming over anytime soon as she informed me gaily when I had her on the phone a few days ago.
And then there is this charming lady in her late thrities who always looks for my company and maybe a free Leo at night on the boulevard while trying to fix her ladyfriends with Farang customers using near pefect english and even a few words of Deutsch, a clear sign to me she is not exactly new to the Game.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
An Austrian sex tourist in the making
Thailand, Pattaya,
26-01-2010.
His face is pinkish and bloated by too much alcohol consumption, King Chang doing a serious number on him, and while the blue veins on his sweaty brow twitch in anticipation he tells me I am a miser on information wanting to know all about the Pattaya Hot momma scene....
His name is Joachim though no Thai in the whole wide world can pronounce that so he has reverted to Joe and has been in Bangkok for a year trying "hard" to learn Thai - one word a day - and trying equally "hard" to work up the nerve to get to Pattaya having heard all about the bar scene, the bordellos aplenty in Walking Street and the GoGo dancers...Por el amor de Jesus, how hard can it be to hop on a bus and do the aproximately two hours by comfortable air-co minibus to this Farang Male Kingdom in southeast Asia.
I have a strong suspicion he has been pumping other old hands to Thailand for just the same info, scared witless to get away from buzy but safe Khao Sarn Road, getting blasting drunk on Chang Beer every night while nervously dragging on his treasured Marlboro, dreaming of cheap s*x late at night in the privacy of his room, probably going Chakwao in the night...
Should I really tell this s*x tourist in the making about the most intimate details of my life, disclose ghastly things happening in Pattaya or maybe just plain and simple tell him about the prices shorttime or longtime and the juiciest details he can make up for himself which seems too complicated anyway...maybe better I freak him out with my prison tales, my bareknuckle boxing experiences, Muay Thay competition in dark and dank bars in Bangkok's seedier districts making the Baht the hard and bloody way...maybe something nasty about alcoholism would be in better order here.
I bet he is the sort of bloke who in his teenage years was used to white selfconscious girls who wouldn`t let him get anywhere near him but took him home to meet the inlaws to be instead where Mum would "spoil" him with self-baked cookies that tasted like crumpled old newspapers and weak tea with and aftertaste of catpiss while Dad would look at him disapprovingly, his eyes telling him don`t sit on that sofa we have just shampooed the uphosltery, or something similarly nasty...
Maybe he was a capitalist lackey who saved up enough dough to sing it out here for another year, getting Khi Mau - way too drunk - every night and a capitalist hangover in the morning, postponing the reality of his wed Pattaya dreams to another day...
Now, I met Joachim in the Gecko Bar when first I arrived to Bangkok and again when I returned from my short trip to Ayutthaya and Lopbury and though he was so keen to come along with me, the "expert", the next morning, he never actually showed up at my hotel which probably was a good thing since I have no doubt he would have been a good pray for even the most inexperienced Hot Momma on the beach!!!
26-01-2010.
His face is pinkish and bloated by too much alcohol consumption, King Chang doing a serious number on him, and while the blue veins on his sweaty brow twitch in anticipation he tells me I am a miser on information wanting to know all about the Pattaya Hot momma scene....
His name is Joachim though no Thai in the whole wide world can pronounce that so he has reverted to Joe and has been in Bangkok for a year trying "hard" to learn Thai - one word a day - and trying equally "hard" to work up the nerve to get to Pattaya having heard all about the bar scene, the bordellos aplenty in Walking Street and the GoGo dancers...Por el amor de Jesus, how hard can it be to hop on a bus and do the aproximately two hours by comfortable air-co minibus to this Farang Male Kingdom in southeast Asia.
I have a strong suspicion he has been pumping other old hands to Thailand for just the same info, scared witless to get away from buzy but safe Khao Sarn Road, getting blasting drunk on Chang Beer every night while nervously dragging on his treasured Marlboro, dreaming of cheap s*x late at night in the privacy of his room, probably going Chakwao in the night...
Should I really tell this s*x tourist in the making about the most intimate details of my life, disclose ghastly things happening in Pattaya or maybe just plain and simple tell him about the prices shorttime or longtime and the juiciest details he can make up for himself which seems too complicated anyway...maybe better I freak him out with my prison tales, my bareknuckle boxing experiences, Muay Thay competition in dark and dank bars in Bangkok's seedier districts making the Baht the hard and bloody way...maybe something nasty about alcoholism would be in better order here.
I bet he is the sort of bloke who in his teenage years was used to white selfconscious girls who wouldn`t let him get anywhere near him but took him home to meet the inlaws to be instead where Mum would "spoil" him with self-baked cookies that tasted like crumpled old newspapers and weak tea with and aftertaste of catpiss while Dad would look at him disapprovingly, his eyes telling him don`t sit on that sofa we have just shampooed the uphosltery, or something similarly nasty...
Maybe he was a capitalist lackey who saved up enough dough to sing it out here for another year, getting Khi Mau - way too drunk - every night and a capitalist hangover in the morning, postponing the reality of his wed Pattaya dreams to another day...
Now, I met Joachim in the Gecko Bar when first I arrived to Bangkok and again when I returned from my short trip to Ayutthaya and Lopbury and though he was so keen to come along with me, the "expert", the next morning, he never actually showed up at my hotel which probably was a good thing since I have no doubt he would have been a good pray for even the most inexperienced Hot Momma on the beach!!!
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