Thailand, Pattaya,
25 Jan. 2011.
I flagg down a 125 cc Honda motorbike taxi, not being in the right mood to walk all the way to rowdy South Pattaya, telling the Taxista to bring me to the small Soi where the Dutch W***M*** is located, which is up front just another Go-Go Bar but once inside will turn out to be a sleazy wh*rehouse where it is not all that unusual to see girls going from Farang to Farang with real intercourse taking place...
Not that paid sex is what I am after, rather the back room where I have been told Miss Tuk, Phom Tilac Kheo from last year, spends most of her nights rolling dice and trying her hand at cards which she never told me during our more intimate sessions in her spacious room on Soi Bhukaow but then I suppose our minds where on a very different track in that part of our mutual past...
Big heavy curtains block any view from outside but the heavy swirl of humanity inside is quite obvious nontheless... young Thai girls hurry from table to table, most of them dressed in fluorescent bikinis, carrying trays laden with Foster beers, Down-Under is the norm here despite the Dutch name of this joint, trying hard to ignore all the depravity going on here, I follow the doorman to a small opening behind the bar, a staircase going up, a long corridor, a middle-aged Chinese man lounging on a rackety chair in front of a wooden door, the noices of excited men and women betray me behind there is the Gambler's Den...
Old feelings of Bangkok gambling joints, dark and dank, ill lit rooms, green clothed tables...
It all comes back to me from a misty past, Jamie and his gang of badies from the Krung Thep streets, all addicted to the game of dice, the roll of small sized cubic dices, hands full of Thai Baht and while the doorman knocks twice I turn around, trying hard to fight the urge, an urge I had vowed to leave behind...Tuk Or No Tuk...
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Meeting Moo's parents
Thailand, Pattaya,
24 Jan. 2011.
Nearly two weeks in Pattaya and still no sign of poor Moo, her glazed over eyes, sitting there in her thirty Baht beach chair last year, pining away due to full blown AIDS, open TBC or whatever, still following me in my dreams, my poor little Thai Nongshao in Thailand, the woman that gave her heart to my old German pal Joseph and then lost the protective working of her Isan superstitious Noordu tatttoes soon after his messy death in Yard Lao prison, being spit out by relatives and friends alike, her personal Phra Phum having definetly turned sour on her, bearing it all over years to come with the typical Thai stoical smile that earned the Kingdom its nick...Thailand, the Land of Smiles...
Talking about those past away is supposed to be bad luck according to those undereducated Ladies of the Night, so no info to get there either apart, maybe from a "simple she no here anymore" ...
Back to the Isan somewhere in the late nineties before all that shit happened to us, but more importantly to her!!! Back to one of the few visits she took me on to her folks, her kids, living in that small dusty Thai rice cultivating hamlet where I used the evenings playing Thai checkers with her dad, paying him small bottles of rice whiskey which he drank straight but for a few cubes of ice, no Coca Cola added, stiff upper lip hardly quivering as he knocked it down in huge gulps, his watery eyes peering at me when he asked me "Bok Phom Moo Pen Puying Yangai Nai Pattaya?"...
Some add-libbed question with poor Moi ill-inclined to give him a honest answer...I guess he was pretty much aware of what exactly his daughter number one was up to anyway, didn't need no stupid Farang like me to explain the family's disgrace...
I could have told him "Khao Mai Moo Chai Puying Mai Dee", " Moo, she is not a bad lady", but what was the point, we all have to fullfill our destinies after all, not exactly the first time I mention this is this blog...what goes around, comes around or maybe the Asian concept of Karma...one of the calamities that have befallen me in this life getting mixed up with the Thai way of life as so many other Farang long-timers to Thailand!!!
24 Jan. 2011.
Nearly two weeks in Pattaya and still no sign of poor Moo, her glazed over eyes, sitting there in her thirty Baht beach chair last year, pining away due to full blown AIDS, open TBC or whatever, still following me in my dreams, my poor little Thai Nongshao in Thailand, the woman that gave her heart to my old German pal Joseph and then lost the protective working of her Isan superstitious Noordu tatttoes soon after his messy death in Yard Lao prison, being spit out by relatives and friends alike, her personal Phra Phum having definetly turned sour on her, bearing it all over years to come with the typical Thai stoical smile that earned the Kingdom its nick...Thailand, the Land of Smiles...
Talking about those past away is supposed to be bad luck according to those undereducated Ladies of the Night, so no info to get there either apart, maybe from a "simple she no here anymore" ...
Back to the Isan somewhere in the late nineties before all that shit happened to us, but more importantly to her!!! Back to one of the few visits she took me on to her folks, her kids, living in that small dusty Thai rice cultivating hamlet where I used the evenings playing Thai checkers with her dad, paying him small bottles of rice whiskey which he drank straight but for a few cubes of ice, no Coca Cola added, stiff upper lip hardly quivering as he knocked it down in huge gulps, his watery eyes peering at me when he asked me "Bok Phom Moo Pen Puying Yangai Nai Pattaya?"...
Some add-libbed question with poor Moi ill-inclined to give him a honest answer...I guess he was pretty much aware of what exactly his daughter number one was up to anyway, didn't need no stupid Farang like me to explain the family's disgrace...
I could have told him "Khao Mai Moo Chai Puying Mai Dee", " Moo, she is not a bad lady", but what was the point, we all have to fullfill our destinies after all, not exactly the first time I mention this is this blog...what goes around, comes around or maybe the Asian concept of Karma...one of the calamities that have befallen me in this life getting mixed up with the Thai way of life as so many other Farang long-timers to Thailand!!!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Another female victim of the Pattaya night
Thailand, Pattaya,
23 Jan. 2011.
A small sip of Thai homemade rice whiskey, a bit like a volcano eruption on my tongue but this lady sitting opposite me here at the small restaurant at mike's Shopping Hall, has got iron lining the insides of her mouth, knocking the stuff down like it is mineral water...
Eyeing me shrewdly she returns to her previous occupation, preparing her afternoon betel nut, rolling a heart shaped Bai Plu leaf around an Areca nut, some tabacco and lime for the taste added, a few drops of that devillish whiskey that, as rumor has it, makes thausends of Thai go blind each year, then pressing it into her left cheek, showing me her black teeth and red stained gums...
I know from personal experience how almost immediately the bitter and astringent mixture will start to do its mind enhancing job with my table partner soon enough spitting out big red blobs of spittle, a look of pleasure on her face while gulping down more dirt cheap home brew rice whiskey...
I try to be devoid of emotions while this fifty plus Isan lady of the Pattaya nightlife is spitting out yet more hastily chewed alkaloids, groping for a deck of Thai sigarettes, still eyeing me shrewdly and telling me while lighting her cancer stick, " me h*rny too much, me like go room you for long time shorttime, only need two hundert Baht and more whiskey", " you like me, yes?" ...
Subconsciously I grope for my Thai Buddha on my chest, my talisman, My Siam Noordu, a gift from Nong so long ago, hoping it will protect me from the crazy long nailed fingers and sex hungry clutches of this down and out Thai Hot Momma who obviously has seen better days but has by now in the latter days of her Hot Momma carreer been spat out by family and relatives, probably spending her nights out of her mind, running after Farangs on the boulevard, hoping for clientele that due to equal amounts of alcohol might not notice her far advanced state of deteroration... mind and body a mess...
23 Jan. 2011.
A small sip of Thai homemade rice whiskey, a bit like a volcano eruption on my tongue but this lady sitting opposite me here at the small restaurant at mike's Shopping Hall, has got iron lining the insides of her mouth, knocking the stuff down like it is mineral water...
Eyeing me shrewdly she returns to her previous occupation, preparing her afternoon betel nut, rolling a heart shaped Bai Plu leaf around an Areca nut, some tabacco and lime for the taste added, a few drops of that devillish whiskey that, as rumor has it, makes thausends of Thai go blind each year, then pressing it into her left cheek, showing me her black teeth and red stained gums...
I know from personal experience how almost immediately the bitter and astringent mixture will start to do its mind enhancing job with my table partner soon enough spitting out big red blobs of spittle, a look of pleasure on her face while gulping down more dirt cheap home brew rice whiskey...
I try to be devoid of emotions while this fifty plus Isan lady of the Pattaya nightlife is spitting out yet more hastily chewed alkaloids, groping for a deck of Thai sigarettes, still eyeing me shrewdly and telling me while lighting her cancer stick, " me h*rny too much, me like go room you for long time shorttime, only need two hundert Baht and more whiskey", " you like me, yes?" ...
Subconsciously I grope for my Thai Buddha on my chest, my talisman, My Siam Noordu, a gift from Nong so long ago, hoping it will protect me from the crazy long nailed fingers and sex hungry clutches of this down and out Thai Hot Momma who obviously has seen better days but has by now in the latter days of her Hot Momma carreer been spat out by family and relatives, probably spending her nights out of her mind, running after Farangs on the boulevard, hoping for clientele that due to equal amounts of alcohol might not notice her far advanced state of deteroration... mind and body a mess...
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Two Thamruat on a Honda scooter
Thailand, Pattaya,
22 jan. 2011.
His name was Siddharthat Gautama, born to a noble family, a prince of a small fiefdom actually somewhere in Southern Nepal, got married and had a harem of concubines as was probably quite acceptable in His time and age, in His personal social standing in life...but at the age of 29, after enjoying all of the little pleasures of life like women, booze and good food, He decided to wander the Indian sub-continent as one of many ascetics in search of enlightenment, on a quest of total understanding, achieving His goal after years of deep meditation under the holy Bodhi tree, becoming known as the Buddha, the Enlightened One, spending the rest of His life teaching and more meditation though according to some He never reached that treasured state of enlightenment untill he reclined and died...
the latter seeming more realistic to me considering the broader ramifications of complete understanding of the inner workings of this planet and the main life form on it...
As watch with wonder, sitting outside the New Star guesthouse drawing my Buddhas with my markers, Miss Nhi waiting for one, how two of Thailand's finest, dressed in their habitual thight fitting dark brown uniforms, arrive on a Honda scooter, obviously keenly interested in poor Moi and my artistic work...
I am aware of seven years imprisonment for insulting the Enlightened One but I find it hard to believe that my colorfull drawings of Lord Buddha will cost me seven years of my life, though incarceration thoughts flash through my Farang mind wile they disembark and stride purposefully toward me...
but no...they wanna know if I sell my Buddhas, maybe a few for them, the Thai Thamruat for good luck, a Noordu for thos involved in keeping law and order in this place of high male Farang testosteron...Ay, tricky question here, being a Farang without a working permit I can hardly ask them for Thai Baht though feel ill prepared to be bullied in giving away for free what is rightfully mine...
" Lord Buddha is not all that happy about the paper of Man" , I tell them in my halting Thai, receiving grunts and words I do not understand but the two tatty notes of one hundert Baht landing on the table, right next to my can of Leo does say it all, ignoring the paper of Man I let them choose five paper Buddhas...
Guess this was a tricky one!!!
22 jan. 2011.
His name was Siddharthat Gautama, born to a noble family, a prince of a small fiefdom actually somewhere in Southern Nepal, got married and had a harem of concubines as was probably quite acceptable in His time and age, in His personal social standing in life...but at the age of 29, after enjoying all of the little pleasures of life like women, booze and good food, He decided to wander the Indian sub-continent as one of many ascetics in search of enlightenment, on a quest of total understanding, achieving His goal after years of deep meditation under the holy Bodhi tree, becoming known as the Buddha, the Enlightened One, spending the rest of His life teaching and more meditation though according to some He never reached that treasured state of enlightenment untill he reclined and died...
the latter seeming more realistic to me considering the broader ramifications of complete understanding of the inner workings of this planet and the main life form on it...
As watch with wonder, sitting outside the New Star guesthouse drawing my Buddhas with my markers, Miss Nhi waiting for one, how two of Thailand's finest, dressed in their habitual thight fitting dark brown uniforms, arrive on a Honda scooter, obviously keenly interested in poor Moi and my artistic work...
I am aware of seven years imprisonment for insulting the Enlightened One but I find it hard to believe that my colorfull drawings of Lord Buddha will cost me seven years of my life, though incarceration thoughts flash through my Farang mind wile they disembark and stride purposefully toward me...
but no...they wanna know if I sell my Buddhas, maybe a few for them, the Thai Thamruat for good luck, a Noordu for thos involved in keeping law and order in this place of high male Farang testosteron...Ay, tricky question here, being a Farang without a working permit I can hardly ask them for Thai Baht though feel ill prepared to be bullied in giving away for free what is rightfully mine...
" Lord Buddha is not all that happy about the paper of Man" , I tell them in my halting Thai, receiving grunts and words I do not understand but the two tatty notes of one hundert Baht landing on the table, right next to my can of Leo does say it all, ignoring the paper of Man I let them choose five paper Buddhas...
Guess this was a tricky one!!!
Friday, January 21, 2011
Painting women and drawing Buddhas in pattaya
Thailand, Pattaya,
21 jan. 2011.
Being here in my New Star Guesthouse, once again involved in painting naked ladies from the Pattaya nightlife, Hot Mommas who come to my room in droves hoping for a free shower and some precious TV time, a couple of hours of rest and relaxation while poor Moi is coloring my drawing paper lining the walls of my room with erotic pictures in acrylics...
Yeah, I thought I had grown out of that childlike and insecure need, I seriously thought that I am not at all plaqued by that emotional need...or maybe this is every man's dream come true, opening the door to oriental women who love me to death, or at least so they tell me...
Tranferring my physical needs into colorfull artwork that has no reall meaning but to keep me busy and off the booze...not like all the other European males drinking cheap Leo beer, Black cat Whiskey on the boulevard and shooting lewd glan at any passing local woman who are more often then not dressed in short hotpants...
In this crazy party place I have painted short and tall women, the anorexic types, sometimes beautifull, at other times downright ugly, bags of bones, fatsos, deaf mutes and cripples, drunk out of their collective asian female minds, Yaa Baa users and those covered in dirt from numerous nights sleeping on the beach...
Sexual encounters aplenty and more sad life stories as I care to remember...
After the Apex Hotel 110 baht breakfast I usually wander over to the boulevard making my contacts for the afternoon, asking posible art victims "Laew Khun Cheu Arai?", what is your name in Thai before getting into a more serious mood...though my visitors often take friends along for the ocassion too which means a full house, almosr like a hand of cars in a good poker game...
When my models are gone, back to the boulevard, back to hunting Farang males with a overdose of Testosteron running through their semi-drunk minds, I spend my late afternoons and early evenings in front of my hotel working on my other project, drawing colofull Buddhas in my sketchbooks which the Thai love as much as the Farang sex visitors love b*lling nubile Thai ladies who have very little say in the matter due to empty female purses and hungry bellies...
21 jan. 2011.
Being here in my New Star Guesthouse, once again involved in painting naked ladies from the Pattaya nightlife, Hot Mommas who come to my room in droves hoping for a free shower and some precious TV time, a couple of hours of rest and relaxation while poor Moi is coloring my drawing paper lining the walls of my room with erotic pictures in acrylics...
Yeah, I thought I had grown out of that childlike and insecure need, I seriously thought that I am not at all plaqued by that emotional need...or maybe this is every man's dream come true, opening the door to oriental women who love me to death, or at least so they tell me...
Tranferring my physical needs into colorfull artwork that has no reall meaning but to keep me busy and off the booze...not like all the other European males drinking cheap Leo beer, Black cat Whiskey on the boulevard and shooting lewd glan at any passing local woman who are more often then not dressed in short hotpants...
In this crazy party place I have painted short and tall women, the anorexic types, sometimes beautifull, at other times downright ugly, bags of bones, fatsos, deaf mutes and cripples, drunk out of their collective asian female minds, Yaa Baa users and those covered in dirt from numerous nights sleeping on the beach...
Sexual encounters aplenty and more sad life stories as I care to remember...
After the Apex Hotel 110 baht breakfast I usually wander over to the boulevard making my contacts for the afternoon, asking posible art victims "Laew Khun Cheu Arai?", what is your name in Thai before getting into a more serious mood...though my visitors often take friends along for the ocassion too which means a full house, almosr like a hand of cars in a good poker game...
When my models are gone, back to the boulevard, back to hunting Farang males with a overdose of Testosteron running through their semi-drunk minds, I spend my late afternoons and early evenings in front of my hotel working on my other project, drawing colofull Buddhas in my sketchbooks which the Thai love as much as the Farang sex visitors love b*lling nubile Thai ladies who have very little say in the matter due to empty female purses and hungry bellies...
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Gilling-Gilling, it means Bam-Bam in Tagalog
Thailand, Pattaya,
20 Jan. 2011.
" Gilling-Gilling", Marianne keeps telling both Miss Jiff and Miss Ang who are munching away on barbecued chicken legs, orange colored hotel provided towels wrapped around the lith Asian bodies, giggling at the Tagalog word for Bam-Bam....maybe my Tagalog has gone down reall fast since my three two month dive master jobs in the Phillipines quite a few years ago, nor did it progress much beyond this illustrious Asian word but it is definitely not lost on my Farang mind...
I have three female visitors now each night and often in the afternoon when they come over for a shower and posing sessions with the walls of my room covered in drawing paper the size of the Bangkok Post newspaper pages, black lines the beginning of a dozen nudes, plastic jars with paint placed at random around the floor, some pensils and dirty laundry piled up against one wall...
Outside the s*xual galaxy that is Pattaya is in full swing at this nighttime hour just past midnight, attracting all sorts of mostly male characters from across the globe, on a quest for Thai P*ssy, s*x at inflated prices and a whole lot of booze thrown in at equally cheap Baht to bolster the male s*xual appetite, if not their nerves...
German Krauts that speak English like it comes out of a rusty old and empty can of Chang, pale faces that look a bit like boiled poatatoes betray me they have just recently arrived...
Elderly Poms and Rileys that have probably spent most of their younger years wh*ring across the globe, in and out of the slammer before dicovering the heaven that is Pattaya for a determined John...or at least so they claim...
My lady visitors are gossiping in a mix of Thai, simplified English and recently learned words of Tagalog, a small bottle of Black Cat whiskey, a bag of ice cubes, two alu cans of Coca Cola and several cans of Leo as a present to me, a dozen barbecued chicken legs to satisfy hungry Hot Momma bellies...
20 Jan. 2011.
" Gilling-Gilling", Marianne keeps telling both Miss Jiff and Miss Ang who are munching away on barbecued chicken legs, orange colored hotel provided towels wrapped around the lith Asian bodies, giggling at the Tagalog word for Bam-Bam....maybe my Tagalog has gone down reall fast since my three two month dive master jobs in the Phillipines quite a few years ago, nor did it progress much beyond this illustrious Asian word but it is definitely not lost on my Farang mind...
I have three female visitors now each night and often in the afternoon when they come over for a shower and posing sessions with the walls of my room covered in drawing paper the size of the Bangkok Post newspaper pages, black lines the beginning of a dozen nudes, plastic jars with paint placed at random around the floor, some pensils and dirty laundry piled up against one wall...
Outside the s*xual galaxy that is Pattaya is in full swing at this nighttime hour just past midnight, attracting all sorts of mostly male characters from across the globe, on a quest for Thai P*ssy, s*x at inflated prices and a whole lot of booze thrown in at equally cheap Baht to bolster the male s*xual appetite, if not their nerves...
German Krauts that speak English like it comes out of a rusty old and empty can of Chang, pale faces that look a bit like boiled poatatoes betray me they have just recently arrived...
Elderly Poms and Rileys that have probably spent most of their younger years wh*ring across the globe, in and out of the slammer before dicovering the heaven that is Pattaya for a determined John...or at least so they claim...
My lady visitors are gossiping in a mix of Thai, simplified English and recently learned words of Tagalog, a small bottle of Black Cat whiskey, a bag of ice cubes, two alu cans of Coca Cola and several cans of Leo as a present to me, a dozen barbecued chicken legs to satisfy hungry Hot Momma bellies...
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
A Phillipino Hunting Girl in Pattaya.
Thailand, Pattaya,
19 Jan. 2011.
Something is definitely out of shape with this forty year old Hot momma, happily taking swigs from my big bottle of Leo, talking to me in a strange mix of non Thai accented English and...well, whatever..my question "Khun Phut Phasa Isan, dai Nee", " do you speak the Isan dialect" only provokes bland stares and more gibberish mixed with weird Englsih that sounds familiar and at the same time like Khee Mha as the Thais would say...
Her eyes lack that sparkle that can enslave any first timers to this Numero Uno party place where every vice known to man is available at inflated prices, no way a recently divorced German males is gonna get drowned in these lack-lustre brown female shiners, occupy his every thought and will make the alimony check for next month's payment for the white ex-misses in the Sauerkraut and Bratwurst home country swindle out of his sweat drenched shorts reall fast, court order or no court order...
Then there is this smell of unwashed clothes and stale urine permeating out of her red colored dress, Pas De D'argent and beach sleeping aplenty notwithstanding, somehow these Pattaya boulevard ladies always manage to get themselves at least one daily shower, get their clothes hand washed if necessary, a touch of make-up,,,well, the usual female stuff to attract the male Farang counterpart you know...
Not this lady who tells me she is actually a Phillipino Hunting Girl whose Irish boyfriend took her to Thailand then left her alone, running off with a much younger Thai Hot Momma, visa overstay and hopelessly lost in the Land Of Smiles...forty years old in a strange country, holds no currency and not a single word of Thai, scared of the bloody local Thamruat and no return ticket to Cebu City...
I suppose I have always been a s*cker for a pretty woman's face, an easy victim for a poor female heart, inviting her over to my New Star guesthouse room, knowing fully well big Khee Mha is in the making here when Miss Jiff and/or Miss Ang will end up customer negative tonight, looking for a place to crash, unwilling to share with a Phillipino Hunting Girl and all that...
19 Jan. 2011.
Something is definitely out of shape with this forty year old Hot momma, happily taking swigs from my big bottle of Leo, talking to me in a strange mix of non Thai accented English and...well, whatever..my question "Khun Phut Phasa Isan, dai Nee", " do you speak the Isan dialect" only provokes bland stares and more gibberish mixed with weird Englsih that sounds familiar and at the same time like Khee Mha as the Thais would say...
Her eyes lack that sparkle that can enslave any first timers to this Numero Uno party place where every vice known to man is available at inflated prices, no way a recently divorced German males is gonna get drowned in these lack-lustre brown female shiners, occupy his every thought and will make the alimony check for next month's payment for the white ex-misses in the Sauerkraut and Bratwurst home country swindle out of his sweat drenched shorts reall fast, court order or no court order...
Then there is this smell of unwashed clothes and stale urine permeating out of her red colored dress, Pas De D'argent and beach sleeping aplenty notwithstanding, somehow these Pattaya boulevard ladies always manage to get themselves at least one daily shower, get their clothes hand washed if necessary, a touch of make-up,,,well, the usual female stuff to attract the male Farang counterpart you know...
Not this lady who tells me she is actually a Phillipino Hunting Girl whose Irish boyfriend took her to Thailand then left her alone, running off with a much younger Thai Hot Momma, visa overstay and hopelessly lost in the Land Of Smiles...forty years old in a strange country, holds no currency and not a single word of Thai, scared of the bloody local Thamruat and no return ticket to Cebu City...
I suppose I have always been a s*cker for a pretty woman's face, an easy victim for a poor female heart, inviting her over to my New Star guesthouse room, knowing fully well big Khee Mha is in the making here when Miss Jiff and/or Miss Ang will end up customer negative tonight, looking for a place to crash, unwilling to share with a Phillipino Hunting Girl and all that...
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