Energies of broken lives

Amsterdam, 30 March 2013.

The energies of the broken lives of Pattaya's night time beach ladies is hitting me hard and with a vengance, waking up in sweat and unaware of where and who, sheets ready for the dryer and my head in need of a bunch of red wine though one thirty in the morning is hardly the time to leave the house and face the harsh and freezing streets of good old Mokum...

Leidseplein full with people despite the advanced hour, typical Amsterdam brown bars spilling them into the streets by the sackfull, locals and tourists alike just as much in need of entertainment and nighttime company as yours truely...

Pauvre Moi running into a construction type female that looks like a Thai Kathoey that should never have fancied the operation, bony limps and huge hands with black nail polish, the sort of face that looks like it has been moulded in a concrete mall, wanting to know if I fancy another glass of wine...

A gipsy woman with a polaroid camar wanting to know if I like to get my photo taken, never had my photo taken in the not so charming company of a female construction worker who looks like she is considering having me for breakfast but friendly enough to pay for my wine and the photo which quickly finds its way into her purse - am I gonna find myself back on her Facebook page...maybe under the caption "my stud in Amsterdam', "Cafe con Leche and a Dutch cheese sandwich afterwards"...and more of the same shiut???

Somehow I feel like I am up against her biological preferences though the slutty things she wispers into my ear leave very little to the imagination...

Maybe I should return home alone on my rusty old bike and face the energy of these alcohol and Yaa baa addicted poor wreches of the Pattaya night t

ime Beach Road....  

Nok and lek from the Isan

Nok and Lek, two lovely and soft hearted Thai ladies of the infamous Pattaya Beach Road whose pportraits I sketched last month.

My Walks Of Chaos.

Amsterdam, 25 March 2013.

A goofy stupid mutt seems unconscious of the Dutch "spring" cold, entertaining himself the way dogs only can by running around in circles chasing his own tail, making me realise the stupidity of dogs has never ceased to amaze me...actually the first thing I see upon walking out of the Amsterdam Central railway station after Song Dhuan - two months - in a tropical paradise for unattached European males...

My other senses are under attack as well with my nostrils being invaded again by the strong and obnoxious smells coming out of the Haarlemmerstraat located coffee shops, Mary Jane still the number one attractions for many young backpackers visiting my cherished Amsterdam, or good old Mokum as I personally always refer to this old city...

My nerve ends under the stinging attacks of King Winter, goodbye and Adios to the sunny Thai sun that carressed by unexposed skin while most of my country fellows were getting their balls and fannies freezing to a bitter crisp useless body parts...

I was pusuing my shallow desires in that Sodom and Gomorra for Caucasian males while good old  Mokum and its population were trying to cope with yet another Euro crisis and a cold winter, saving on the gas bill wrapped in heavy clothing in front of the telly every night after slaving away in boring offices all day for dominant bosses and seeing talking heads on the screen informing them about devaluation and financial sacrifices in order to maintain collapsingn banks and a out of hand bonus culture for Armani clad legal criminals...

Yaeh, reality is hitting me hard only hours after my unnecessary return to my native soil...I am no longer a fictional character trying to define the line between fantasy and reality, living it up in the Land Of Smiles with a great but cheap culinary tradition, cold Archa and a loving local ladyfriend, thinking that the truth of life is too complicated for Pauvre Moi, a web of deception that while walking back home through the cold and harsh streets of my home town are slowly unravelling, leading me head first back into my walks of chaos

Sketch of Amsterdam houses

Stress...what stress?

Some Thailand sketches

Some of the sketches I made during my latest trip to Thailand...a full hundert more can be found on my www.facebook.com page under Hans Klausmann

Grand Ma Duck with vibrator

Certain plans on the duck's mind.