Falling in Thai by Michael j Bradley - Gadabout Life
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<strong>Fall<strong>in</strong>g</strong><br />
<strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong><br />
<strong>by</strong> <strong>Michael</strong> j <strong>Bradley</strong><br />
Be Careful what you dream<br />
You might just be asleep<br />
For Jourdan<br />
Prologue<br />
A locally grown cup of hot chai; a treat to end a
day of trekk<strong>in</strong>g on the dark side of the mounta<strong>in</strong>.<br />
Cold and wet but dry<strong>in</strong>g, sitt<strong>in</strong>g affront the loggia<br />
watch<strong>in</strong>g as the sunset beh<strong>in</strong>d the mounta<strong>in</strong>s<br />
resigned its p<strong>in</strong>k glow. And with it, the even<strong>in</strong>g air<br />
cooled. In between sips he arranged on the table<br />
those aged maps as you would a jigsaw puzzle, cut<br />
with an irregularity typical of old Tibetan<br />
handmanship. He needed to concentrate, to focus<br />
on the task but his m<strong>in</strong>d was elsewhere. A<br />
clatter<strong>in</strong>g of dishes and pans traveled out the<br />
kitchen, as did an aroma of exquisite herbs and<br />
steamed veggies. Beneath that, a hum of voices<br />
and ambient music all contributed to an amicable<br />
ambience.<br />
As soon as the meal was served he scoffed it<br />
down, paus<strong>in</strong>g between mouthfuls to write<br />
scribbles down on snippets of paper - those used to<br />
tab customer’s orders - notes of guidance he would<br />
later refer to as he perpetuated this his fourth and<br />
f<strong>in</strong>al expedition.<br />
Everyth<strong>in</strong>g he had planned on this trip was f<strong>in</strong>ally<br />
com<strong>in</strong>g to fruition, unravel<strong>in</strong>g like the tale of a<br />
book. A classic. In his ignorance he knew noth<strong>in</strong>g<br />
of the danger la<strong>in</strong> ahead nor, of my presence on his<br />
back follow<strong>in</strong>g the trail; patiently watch<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
stalk<strong>in</strong>g, need<strong>in</strong>g to confront the silly sod hav<strong>in</strong>g<br />
waited patiently for this appropriate moment to<br />
arise. Subtly observ<strong>in</strong>g him as, after complet<strong>in</strong>g<br />
his notes, his meal and dr<strong>in</strong>k paid for, bidd<strong>in</strong>g<br />
farewell to the restaurants sparse clientele he stood<br />
upon weary legs on the move once more; and as he<br />
made his way carefully down towards the Valley<br />
of Vultures, i followed.
� � � � � � � �<br />
The old horse <strong>in</strong> the stable<br />
still<br />
yearns to run 1.000 miles<br />
1
Leav<strong>in</strong>g Had Lek. The morn<strong>in</strong>g sun scorched a<br />
hole <strong>in</strong> the bra<strong>in</strong> of a heavy, hung-over head.<br />
Another night - another whisky bar, gambl<strong>in</strong>g<br />
foreign currency at the cas<strong>in</strong>o on the border.<br />
Gambl<strong>in</strong>g’s illegal <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>land; highrollers seek<strong>in</strong>g<br />
a game must cross <strong>in</strong>to Cambodia to play. Also<br />
illegal is prostitution but i’ve heard men tell me<br />
they go to Bangkok and end up fuck<strong>in</strong>g strangers.<br />
The laws, it seems are tangible. Police will turn a<br />
bl<strong>in</strong>d eye to slap on the wrist offences <strong>in</strong> exchange<br />
for a little money, sav<strong>in</strong>g time and curb<strong>in</strong>g<br />
bureaucratic red tape. When i was <strong>in</strong> Laos they<br />
were sell<strong>in</strong>g drugs to keep girls out the jungle and<br />
off the streets.<br />
The ticket <strong>in</strong>structer came to me with her metal t<strong>in</strong><br />
of money j<strong>in</strong>gl<strong>in</strong>g. I said “Pattaya”, rummag<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong><br />
my bag to f<strong>in</strong>d my wallet <strong>in</strong> the compartment next<br />
to my toothbrush and a softback. She gave me<br />
change for two twenty baht notes as the bus<br />
charged down the highway. Sitt<strong>in</strong>g back, i rested<br />
my head and watched the world go <strong>by</strong>; the wooden<br />
houses melted <strong>in</strong> the blur.<br />
“Bang Lamung” said the driver as the bus<br />
pulled <strong>in</strong>to Pattaya and we all disembarked as<br />
quickly as we’d got on. I was relieved to stretch<br />
my legs all the way to the Family Mart next door.<br />
“Pb<strong>in</strong>ai beach?” I asked the attendant.<br />
“Where you want go?”<br />
“The beach” i answered. She told me to head<br />
straight down the end of the road. When i left the<br />
store, i negotiated my way across the dual carriage<br />
road, then hailed a song-thao coastward.<br />
I knew i was on Pattaya Nui because that was<br />
where she told me to get off.
We headed down it, over a roundabout and onto Beach road. I<br />
get off the song-thao just as another honks<br />
A tuk-tuk honks its tooter at someone break<strong>in</strong>g<br />
highway code. I thought it was me but more<br />
probably that motorist who just jumped a red light.<br />
Roads <strong>in</strong> Pattaya are dangerously fast and very,<br />
very busy. Outrageous! Try<strong>in</strong>g my best to walk<br />
along the narrow pavement, littered with street<br />
vendors offer<strong>in</strong>g Pad <strong>Thai</strong> and kow pat for<br />
pennies, i walk halfway then cross over to the<br />
other side. More motorbikes whiz around <strong>in</strong> font<br />
and beh<strong>in</strong>d me. Whoop, there goes another. Better<br />
on the promenade. This path - full of good time<br />
girls sat on the bamboo tree’s stone surround<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
tout<strong>in</strong>g punters – leads one along the seafront.<br />
Street peddlers sell<strong>in</strong>g island cruises bade me as i<br />
pass. Smartly-dressed traders tout Nepalese<br />
fashions to anyone. A flamboyant sign read<br />
Take a trip on Koh Samet<br />
No thank, that’s not for me. I’d lost my wallet <strong>in</strong> phet<br />
pnom. My cash, not my card. It had cleaned me out. I<br />
was wait<strong>in</strong>g for another e-cheque, scrimp<strong>in</strong>g and sav<strong>in</strong>g<br />
til it came. I walk to Walk<strong>in</strong>g Street. The notoriously<br />
sexy sleaze capital of South East Asia, some say the<br />
World. I know you’ve all read about it. “Dirty and<br />
salacious, - leer<strong>in</strong>gly vivacious.” Girls carry<strong>in</strong>g<br />
placards cover<strong>in</strong>g their body advertise Dr<strong>in</strong>k Promos <strong>in</strong>side.<br />
Those clubs are set beh<strong>in</strong>d the bars. I wish i could sell<br />
my arse. Salient signs bl<strong>in</strong>k, vivid with color;<br />
enlighten<strong>in</strong>g the tranquil place…... A hum of drowned<br />
tunes and raised voices spill out the discotheques,<br />
talk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> turns, patroniz<strong>in</strong>g merriment. Its a loud
nuance to the sober, dry<strong>in</strong>g out of the humility. Some<br />
stagger<strong>in</strong>g or swagger<strong>in</strong>g and all the time wast<strong>in</strong>g away<br />
a day <strong>in</strong> the heat. You can bet Stella’s enjoy<strong>in</strong>g herself!<br />
It’s the festivities that are mak<strong>in</strong>g such glee. As i go<br />
<strong>in</strong>to the Seven11 to buy some cigarettes; i see there’s a<br />
queue form<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
I felt like a bear abandoned at Padd<strong>in</strong>gton Station. I need a<br />
dr<strong>in</strong>k - to hydrate but also to unw<strong>in</strong>d me; a jar of honey.<br />
Mov<strong>in</strong>g on; short-wear<strong>in</strong>g white people exhibit the same<br />
discomfiture. They flock <strong>in</strong> their own little groups as overwhelmed<br />
as i <strong>by</strong> the scope of it all too much to take <strong>in</strong> on your<br />
first time. Anyone can see it as an over-populated, built up area<br />
littered with bars, parlours, net cafes and eateries, plus places<br />
sell<strong>in</strong>g sex. Though drugs, gambl<strong>in</strong>g and pornography are<br />
virtually nonexistent, promiscuous sex <strong>in</strong> exchange for money<br />
is accepted and encouraged <strong>by</strong> varied factions of <strong>Thai</strong> society.<br />
Taxi drivers will drive you to saunas and short-time rooms. As<br />
if i– like everyone else went out look<strong>in</strong>g to get laid this even<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
H<strong>in</strong>k, h<strong>in</strong>k, from another hooter. Do i need a lift or am i<br />
walk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> a prohibited zone?<br />
Girls here wear so very little; their sun scorched sk<strong>in</strong> glow<strong>in</strong>g<br />
golden, covered patchily with occidental styled garments barely<br />
cover<strong>in</strong>g anyth<strong>in</strong>g. An average British bloke wouldn’t be seen<br />
dead <strong>in</strong> a pair of shorts on an even<strong>in</strong>g. But this isn't Europe and<br />
the constant heat is the perfect excuse to undress; and show bare<br />
flesh off to a standard.<br />
Over here, <strong>Thai</strong>land the country formerly known as Siam is<br />
blessed with some extremely attractive natives <strong>in</strong> both face and<br />
body. Some people, forty-plus pos<strong>in</strong>g as teenagers. Even the
odd <strong>Thai</strong> boy becomes a luscious female as they grow through<br />
puberty and change <strong>in</strong>to natural Katoys. All can be found here<br />
<strong>in</strong> this notorious coastal city on the Bight of Bangkok.<br />
To a newcomer the whole patronage would seem brash and<br />
somewhat immoral but to an afflluent regular with a favourable<br />
exchange and the cash to boot its easy play and the night is<br />
young.<br />
Trans-pacific tourists and all k<strong>in</strong> of local people come to<br />
Pattaya for a good time; the foreigner’s party and the local<br />
sh<strong>in</strong>dig. W<strong>in</strong>ston’s, Crazy bar, Happy Days. The entire place<br />
pulsates with testosterone fuelled <strong>in</strong>temperance.<br />
“You massage?” asked a chorus of masseuses; all were wear<strong>in</strong>g<br />
match<strong>in</strong>g outfits. I stopped walk<strong>in</strong>g and warmed to their smiles,<br />
sitt<strong>in</strong>g with them on recl<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g chairs outside their parlour, bent<br />
over a stool on which lay a bowl of food. Each had a fork or<br />
spoon and took turns to pick and chew mouthfuls from it;<br />
slapp<strong>in</strong>g their lips before swallow<strong>in</strong>g. Suggest<strong>in</strong>g i tried some<br />
when i sat down they then force feed me, laugh<strong>in</strong>g as it burnt<br />
the roof of my mouth. There’s someth<strong>in</strong>g about <strong>in</strong> jokes.<br />
‘Nam, nam’ i stressed. One slim, young girl understood me<br />
and fetched a glass of water.<br />
‘Where you go?’ asked another.<br />
“I’m look<strong>in</strong>g for Soi Sip-Sam. Do you know this?” I showed<br />
the address scribbled on notepaper. She looked at it, her<br />
colleague also leaned <strong>in</strong> and peered, and then they passed it<br />
across the table to an older lady.<br />
“Soi Sip Sam. That’s far from here. You should take songthao.<br />
Taxi motor"<br />
“Okay. Kop un karp” I said thank you and kept on walk<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Of all the advice i really didn’t need it would have to be, take a<br />
taxi! They’ve got shorter legs Dave. It takes them longer to walk<br />
places .I’d have thought of hail<strong>in</strong>g a ride myself. Yet<br />
everywhere’s chok<strong>in</strong>g from carbon monoxide poison<strong>in</strong>g.
“Excuse me. Do you speak English?” a questioner came<br />
from the pedestrian crowd.<br />
“Yes. Yes i do” I replied, “what is it?”<br />
“I’m try<strong>in</strong>g to f<strong>in</strong>d the tourist police,” he said. He sounded<br />
like a Londoner. I scanned the surround<strong>in</strong>g build<strong>in</strong>gs <strong>in</strong> a turn<br />
of the head, “I’m not sure which one it is you need?”<br />
“Damn it, i’m supposed to be fly<strong>in</strong>g home today. My flight<br />
has been cancelled and i need to reschedule urgently!”<br />
“Oh, are you hav<strong>in</strong>g problems?”<br />
“Yip” the stranger confirmed “i only came out here for a<br />
friend’s stag party”<br />
“Really, your friend’s gett<strong>in</strong>g married;”<br />
“So was i actually. At least, i was supposed to be. I doubt<br />
she’ll go through with it when she f<strong>in</strong>ds out what’s happened”<br />
A motorbike driv<strong>in</strong>g up the wrong side of the rode almost took<br />
us both out. I saw it com<strong>in</strong>g and warned this passer<strong>by</strong> to step <strong>in</strong>.<br />
I wanted to ask him what had happened, why his fiancé would<br />
now not marry him, but the opportune moment had passed.<br />
“They def<strong>in</strong>itely said it was on this street” he said then swore<br />
vulgarly.<br />
“You should talk to your agent. Who did you book with?”<br />
“Some travel company <strong>in</strong> Southall.” He stated; then added,<br />
“I’ve sent those arseholes mails all this week. They say it’s<br />
not their problem; that i have to sort it out myself over here. I<br />
mean, how can heck can i book an outbound flight <strong>in</strong><br />
<strong>Thai</strong>land at short notice?”<br />
“It does seem odd” I said. I’d have liked to be of more aid<br />
but could only leave him <strong>in</strong> his stupor. Incoberacne seems to be<br />
the problem with dodgy airl<strong>in</strong>e bookers, there is no extra<br />
service... And with global warm<strong>in</strong>g caus<strong>in</strong>g several pr4oblems<br />
<strong>in</strong> the third world its deemed tourists own fault for be<strong>in</strong>g greedy<br />
<strong>in</strong> traveel<strong>in</strong>g un the first place. All the locals i met <strong>in</strong> Lao said<br />
they’d never left their own country. That’s why i took the bus.
Sat <strong>in</strong> a luxurious chair <strong>in</strong> the NetCafe i consulted an E-Map of<br />
the city tak<strong>in</strong>g bear<strong>in</strong>gs from the coast outside and beh<strong>in</strong>d me. I<br />
double checked some local <strong>in</strong>formation on Chonburi and drew a<br />
little map of my own; ask<strong>in</strong>g the net staff for their <strong>in</strong>telligence<br />
while po<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g to the dest<strong>in</strong>ation shown on the screen and<br />
say<strong>in</strong>g, “Pattaya Klang, Sai sip jet, pb<strong>in</strong>ai?” I got some more<br />
long directions and the offer of a motorcycle taxi ride. I<br />
decl<strong>in</strong>ed for money’s sake.<br />
The screen was giv<strong>in</strong>g me a headache as i scanned the short<br />
list of emails and read posts up on FactBook. After half an<br />
hour's surf<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the netcafe i decided to take a break, and sat<br />
outside <strong>in</strong> the warm night air on plastic chairs <strong>by</strong> the roadside,<br />
motorbikes buzz<strong>in</strong>g past on their way to anywhere. I smoked<br />
another cigarette with prerogative.<br />
The K<strong>in</strong>gs of Leon play<strong>in</strong>g out the Hang Loose Bar next door.<br />
Pattaya is a built up area. The Beach Road, known as First Road<br />
or Sai Nueng runs all the way along the coastl<strong>in</strong>e and from it<br />
you can see the boats <strong>in</strong> the distance; <strong>in</strong>land they built up<br />
seaside attractions to make an enterta<strong>in</strong>ment plaza . Head one<br />
way, do a U-turn and you’r on second road. Head the other way<br />
and you’d be drift<strong>in</strong>g out to sea.<br />
I stopped at a bar at the end of Soi Seven and bought a beer.<br />
STEVE/match/Southall<br />
With that confrontational situation beh<strong>in</strong>d me i was justifiably<br />
less concerned with sav<strong>in</strong>g money and far more eager to get<br />
away from there,<br />
“Taxi!” I gave a thumbs up to the rider sat across the street<br />
on a makeshift bamboo taxirank. He seemed most keen to have<br />
my fare as I crossed over and brandished the crumpled note<br />
paper from my pocket with Nong’s address on it. He handed me<br />
a helmet as i strode onto the bike and then held on as we plowed<br />
through traffic on the coastal road then reach<strong>in</strong>g the end –where<br />
Walk<strong>in</strong>g Street starts- followed the one-way system onto third
oad. I didn’t know any of the names of these streets when i first<br />
went up them. It takes time to get your whereabouts.<br />
Street <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong> is Sai. Soi is the name given to smaller streets,<br />
avenues followed <strong>by</strong> a number like 1st Avenue and other<br />
avenues of New York City. Nice and simple<br />
The address Nong gave me was Flat 5, Soi sip-sam. So i take<br />
the taxi bike to 13th street. A slimy side street filled with tall,<br />
grey structures. As i'd already seen a photograph of the build<strong>in</strong>g<br />
i figured i would be able to work out my way from the ma<strong>in</strong><br />
road- follow<strong>in</strong>g my eyes; but when we pulled up i didn't<br />
recognize a s<strong>in</strong>gle th<strong>in</strong>g! It took me a m<strong>in</strong>ute to realize that my<br />
post-adolescent, speed demon driver had taken me to the wrong<br />
place - another soi sip sam <strong>in</strong> the other part of town. I was about<br />
to discover that the <strong>Thai</strong>s have more than one first avenue.<br />
Let me expla<strong>in</strong>, soi sip sam Pattaya klang means Avenue 13<br />
off Pattaya Central and you have another Avenue 13 off of<br />
North Pattaya road -soi sip sam Pattaya nui. The whole system<br />
is stupid and confus<strong>in</strong>g and now i am lost all because of it. This<br />
guy wants me to pay him for dropp<strong>in</strong>g me off <strong>in</strong> the middle of<br />
Toyland, Soi somewhere! a place totally unfamiliar to me… I<br />
argued with this kid for ha m<strong>in</strong>utes, considered runn<strong>in</strong>g off and<br />
assumed be<strong>in</strong>g chased <strong>by</strong> a band of mad moto-taxi riders.<br />
“You” he stated bluntly po<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g to my head. I realized i was<br />
still wear<strong>in</strong>g his helmet. As i removed and returned it i asked<br />
the driver if he’d take us back to where we started, or if we<br />
could try to f<strong>in</strong>d the real Soi Sip Sam but he seemed not to<br />
understand and anyway i knew i would be pay<strong>in</strong>g the fair<br />
wherever we went and figured i couldn't afford it! Instead i paid<br />
him his eighty baht and hoped he was pleased. From there i<br />
walked, travers<strong>in</strong>g the road we rode up, curs<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> English and<br />
wish<strong>in</strong>g i was back there. I recalled the circumstance which lead<br />
me here; tell<strong>in</strong>g myself a little story to help gather and grasp<br />
this current situation better.<br />
I had arranged to meet Nong; that was the reason i came to
this hell-hole! It sounded stupid, with h<strong>in</strong>dsight to have listened,<br />
tak<strong>in</strong>g her pidg<strong>in</strong> English as gospel. If i can’t f<strong>in</strong>d the house, i<br />
am go<strong>in</strong>g to have a problem. Alone, locked out wear<strong>in</strong>g my<br />
box<strong>in</strong>g shorts and flowered shirt. I feel shab<strong>by</strong> and just know<br />
i’m go<strong>in</strong>g to be spend<strong>in</strong>g the night bounc<strong>in</strong>g around the bars.<br />
First stop is the 7 for another crispy seaweed snack then on to<br />
the nearest bar i come to. I call myself an idiot on the way then<br />
satisfactorily f<strong>in</strong>d reason to blame everyth<strong>in</strong>g on Nong; and on<br />
dodgy local street names.<br />
I keep on mov<strong>in</strong>g and choos<strong>in</strong>g from the superabundance of<br />
fast food vendors. How about a sausage; or noodles? I could<br />
order pad <strong>Thai</strong> - fried noodles with crunched up nuts, tofu and<br />
lime. They eat it with hot sauce and wash it down with Pepsi<br />
green - oriental flavored coke, cola with a twang.<br />
I didn’t know if i wanted to eat or not, it was so hot. Spicy<br />
chilli’s the staple diet <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>land, they eat it from a young age -<br />
even young children eat hot chilli- but i prefer a burger and fries<br />
every now and then, Farang food to make me feel normal.<br />
I don’t know how they can eat that stuff every day. I hover <strong>by</strong><br />
a burger stall and po<strong>in</strong>t to someth<strong>in</strong>g that looks edible.<br />
“Fi Ly” the lady suggests.<br />
“What about that th<strong>in</strong>g,” i po<strong>in</strong>ted to a plate, “what is that?”<br />
“Grasshoppers”<br />
“Urgh!” I thought there is noth<strong>in</strong>g more repulsive than eat<strong>in</strong>g<br />
an <strong>in</strong>sect but bought some to try. They didn’t taste bad at all and<br />
i did manage to hold them down. I don’t th<strong>in</strong>k i could have<br />
stomached the beetles. Oops, i spilt a little sauce on my shirt<br />
and blotted the sta<strong>in</strong> with a tissue. Want<strong>in</strong>g to look my best, i<br />
smartened myself up. You never know when you could meet<br />
someone special.<br />
The burger soaked up the alcohol and i’m just about ready<br />
for another, stroll<strong>in</strong>g along with the hordes, occasionally<br />
scann<strong>in</strong>g w<strong>in</strong>dow displays or look<strong>in</strong>g over my shoulder as bikes<br />
approach from beh<strong>in</strong>d, ridden <strong>by</strong> girls with flay<strong>in</strong>g dark hair.
Its late now, just gone eleven; back on Walk<strong>in</strong>g St star<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>in</strong>to the open plan bars; folk danc<strong>in</strong>g or sitt<strong>in</strong>g chatt<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
watch<strong>in</strong>g the football game on T.V. Fried squid, Tony’s short<br />
time rooms! It only takes 15 nadee i th<strong>in</strong>k to myself.<br />
Then i stumble upon Tony’s gym; open twenty four hours a<br />
day, a great place to get fit. Pay<strong>in</strong>g for a one-off session i get to<br />
work on the abdoms. Look<strong>in</strong>g around it seems this build<strong>in</strong>g was<br />
the former home of a nightclub, Tony’s nightclub perhaps.<br />
There’s a giant fish tank <strong>in</strong> the disused elevator that lead up to<br />
the second floor balcony - pann<strong>in</strong>g the outer wall. The place<br />
was swanky. A bar stands empty, no longer <strong>in</strong> use. The place<br />
feels energized - haunted - as the musical bass thumps through<br />
from the discotheque next-door. I dr<strong>in</strong>k a bottle of still<br />
Lipovitan and stretch off on a dance podium. Then pump<br />
weights like a body builder. It feels great to be <strong>in</strong> a new world.<br />
Feel<strong>in</strong>g the fatigue after about forty-five m<strong>in</strong>utes i decide to call<br />
it a night. It has been a long day and i wish i was at home; <strong>in</strong><br />
bed with a good book. I took a power shower and applied some<br />
of the complimentary body-firm<strong>in</strong>g lotion, th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g where to<br />
head next, walk<strong>in</strong>g or taxi-meter? What do you th<strong>in</strong>k navel? I<br />
button up my shirt.<br />
As i leave the air conditioned gym, the heat i’d almost<br />
forgotten was there hits me aga<strong>in</strong>, like someone’s left the<br />
central heat<strong>in</strong>g on one hot and sunny day. Its very warm here<br />
even now at si toom; this climate is mak<strong>in</strong>g me thirsty for sure.<br />
Fortunately further down the street i f<strong>in</strong>d the cocktail bus, called<br />
Cock pit. A camper van - p<strong>in</strong>k and neon lit - with a roof<br />
and w<strong>in</strong>dow that unfold <strong>in</strong>to the bar. Transient music is play<strong>in</strong>g<br />
as i read and decipher the <strong>Thai</strong>/English menu. P<strong>in</strong>k Champagne.<br />
Screwdriver. My <strong>Thai</strong>. All cocktails served at a lesser price than<br />
<strong>in</strong> most of the bars here.
I choose my usual then sit and enjoy the sound of music and<br />
watch people pass<strong>in</strong>g. I wish i’d of found Nong’s home. I could<br />
be relax<strong>in</strong>g there now. Yawn<strong>in</strong>g i summon the energy to move.<br />
“Yabba” I’m hassled <strong>by</strong> more peddlers sell<strong>in</strong>g ephedr<strong>in</strong>e – F<br />
as they say <strong>in</strong> England. Then a sexy girl ushers me <strong>in</strong>to a Soi,<br />
FCUK Me screen pr<strong>in</strong>ted on her T-shirt.<br />
“Me go your hotel” she suggested. I removed my arm from<br />
her clamp<strong>in</strong>g bosom.<br />
“I don’t want sex with you” I stated clearly, then when she<br />
didn’t retort said, “I have no money” Still she didn’t seem to<br />
believe that i’d be stood <strong>in</strong> the centre of the sex capital of the<br />
world; a tourist with no money. Had i been robbed, was i a local<br />
resident or simply, ly<strong>in</strong>g? I moved on and she followed me back<br />
onto the sai.<br />
Walk<strong>in</strong>g back out onto Soi 8 i went <strong>in</strong>to the Hang Loose Bar. A<br />
girl <strong>in</strong> red hospitably showed me to a vacant stool and then<br />
asked, "Would you like some dr<strong>in</strong>k, Mister?" her accent, <strong>Thai</strong><br />
stroke Hollywood movie style. I chose beer as a prelude to<br />
supper. The T.V shows the football game, the score; still nil-nil.<br />
A white man watch<strong>in</strong>g avidly <strong>in</strong> a flowery shirt sat near<strong>by</strong>. His<br />
demeanor struck a chord with my own.<br />
As the commentator advised the referee just blew the whistle<br />
for a foul tackle the waitress appeared with my beer, and b<strong>in</strong><br />
hold<strong>in</strong>g the chit.<br />
“You support United?” came a voice <strong>in</strong> real life.<br />
“No, Wanderers”<br />
"Where are you from?" I recognize fluent English spoken<br />
with a European accent.<br />
I paused; "London"<br />
"Ingles"<br />
"Si" I assume he's Spanish.<br />
“What are you do<strong>in</strong>g here?” he asks.<br />
"I’m travell<strong>in</strong>g" I answered but my speech was unclear.
“Traveler”<br />
"I want to see South East Azia"<br />
"Well you’ve come to the wrong place. Pattaya’s not Asia,<br />
its not <strong>Thai</strong>land even."<br />
“It isn’t? So, what is it then?”<br />
“Pattaya is heaven and hell comb<strong>in</strong>ed” he said with a wry<br />
smirk. I wondered what made this man an expert.<br />
I left and moved on to the next dwell<strong>in</strong>g on route. Now,<br />
there is no pavement at all.<br />
At the end of the street, stopp<strong>in</strong>g at the Memory bar - sitt<strong>in</strong>g<br />
down, dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g another beer - i watch the talent pass<strong>in</strong>g <strong>by</strong>. I’d<br />
been look<strong>in</strong>g at her as i drank, stood outside the Tiger Bar<br />
danc<strong>in</strong>g and tout<strong>in</strong>g passers<strong>by</strong>. I gave her a second look from<br />
across the street. She must have seen me star<strong>in</strong>g for she smiled<br />
straight back. She waved as i walk towards her, or maybe past.<br />
“Hey handsome man!" she say “where you go?” I sought to<br />
ignore her, pay<strong>in</strong>g no attention to her comments proceed<strong>in</strong>g<br />
quickly ahead, with no <strong>in</strong>tention of look<strong>in</strong>g back; but hang on a<br />
m<strong>in</strong>ute... This girl was dressed to impress <strong>in</strong> an all black,<br />
skimpy number with shoulder straps match<strong>in</strong>g her hair, devil<br />
horns attached to her hair-band. She looked the double of a girl i<br />
met <strong>in</strong> London, the same facial features and frizzy hair. She<br />
stood <strong>in</strong> the road and blocked my path. I wondered did she do<br />
this to everyone who passed <strong>by</strong> or only to me. Was she<br />
speak<strong>in</strong>g from a rehearsed script composed to attract falangs? -<br />
More than likely; yet was i really handsome and would she want<br />
to come with me if she knew where i went? I could only f<strong>in</strong>d<br />
out...<br />
“Pb<strong>in</strong>ai?” She enquired nodd<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the direction i was<br />
head<strong>in</strong>g. I kept on walk<strong>in</strong>g, and then grabb<strong>in</strong>g my arm; lock<strong>in</strong>g<br />
hers <strong>in</strong>to m<strong>in</strong>e she began to harass me. I could not help but<br />
notice the scent of her perfume <strong>in</strong> the fetid air; and how good it<br />
smelt. She asked, “You want play pool?”
“What do you want?” I asked and she said “Go with you”<br />
Her hair was tied back; still some dropped down the side of<br />
her face and fell <strong>in</strong> her lip. It appeared she did want to come<br />
with me, she wouldn’t let go of my wrist. I played all<br />
dsenfranchised as she dragged me <strong>in</strong> <strong>by</strong> the arm, led me to one<br />
of their tiger-sk<strong>in</strong>ned bar seats then bounced onto the one next<br />
to me. It felt quite snug. The table cloths were all done <strong>in</strong> tiger’s<br />
sk<strong>in</strong> also. The walls and pillars were mirrored and signed <strong>by</strong><br />
guests. Jonna woz ere 95. N<strong>in</strong>e fans rotated on axis overhead. There<br />
was a pool table with orange felt; a cuddly tiger sat on the table<br />
light.<br />
As it was happy hour i played ball and bought her a dr<strong>in</strong>k,<br />
order<strong>in</strong>g beer and coke.<br />
“What your name?”<br />
“Dave” I said.<br />
“Where are you from?”<br />
“Ireland”<br />
Liverpool player on the attack, passes to<br />
best’; who shoots and scores. 1-0 to Newcastle<br />
“Go on son!” a Farang shouted out.<br />
“What your name?”<br />
“Ae” She said.<br />
Ae. Such an unusual name, i thought and pretty, persuasive<br />
eyes; a dimpled little pixie nose and a broad gr<strong>in</strong>. She was<br />
def<strong>in</strong>itely the prettiest girl i had met <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>land so far.<br />
I expla<strong>in</strong>ed that i was here <strong>in</strong> Pattaya look<strong>in</strong>g for a friend’s<br />
house but the address i wrote down was wrong or mislead<strong>in</strong>g<br />
and when i f<strong>in</strong>ally got there i couldn't f<strong>in</strong>d it. I could see she<br />
didn't grasp much if anyth<strong>in</strong>g of what i said.<br />
"Vroom vroom" i straddle a bike through mime, "Taxi!"<br />
"You want taxi?" She asked ready to flag one.<br />
"No, i do not! Thank you" I reach out and waylaid her.<br />
She smiled and stopped for a moment, then she says,<br />
“How long you come <strong>Thai</strong>land?”
“Song duan” I replied <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>.<br />
“Oh, you speak <strong>Thai</strong> good. I th<strong>in</strong>k you here long time.”<br />
She knew not what such a compliment her assumption was to<br />
me. “Where your hotel?”<br />
“By the beach. K<strong>in</strong>g Plaza”<br />
“I know it nice place”<br />
“So what do you suggest i do? Go with you?”<br />
“Ok” She was so vivacious and friendly, i felt myself<br />
float<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to her.<br />
“Where your girlfriend?”<br />
“No have!” I replied then asked if she had a boyfriend. She<br />
said she didn’t, they all say they haven’t. “Did he die?”<br />
“No, silly. I not married” she giggled, “Are you?”<br />
“Nope”<br />
“You want marry <strong>Thai</strong> girl?”<br />
“I wouldn’t rule out the possibility if she can understand<br />
pla<strong>in</strong> English!” She laughed, her head rest<strong>in</strong>g on her locked<br />
arms, slid down it, jaw first.<br />
“What you look?”<br />
And her pearly white teeth broadened her gr<strong>in</strong>.<br />
“Pud <strong>Thai</strong>, nid noy.”<br />
"You very clever boy." she teased.<br />
"Thank you" she understood.<br />
“You holiday?”<br />
“Nak Muay”<br />
“Oh box<strong>in</strong>g” She sprung up like a bunny and began to rabbit<br />
punch <strong>in</strong> my face.<br />
“Yes the science of 8 limbs. Nak Su”” I added putt<strong>in</strong>g a fist<br />
to my chest then an elbow to block. She looked perplexed aga<strong>in</strong>,<br />
seemed not to understand me, “you know, knee. Elb..” I<br />
gestured a knee strike but lost my balance grabb<strong>in</strong>g an arm for<br />
support. I was on my fourth beer<br />
<strong>Michael</strong> Owen on the attack, passes one,
two and scores. The Toon Army go 1-0 up <strong>in</strong><br />
the clos<strong>in</strong>g m<strong>in</strong>utes.<br />
“What game’s this?”<br />
“The F.A Cup F<strong>in</strong>al” said a bloke at the bar.<br />
“You’re jok<strong>in</strong>g aren’t you..? Newcastle United w<strong>in</strong> the<br />
F.A…” My tra<strong>in</strong> of thought was <strong>in</strong>terrupted abruptly as the<br />
channel flicked to a music video. I saw a short, young look<strong>in</strong>g<br />
bargirl hold<strong>in</strong>g the remote.<br />
“Hey Mister, you want boom-boom me?” she blurted out<br />
brashly.<br />
“No thank you” I stated quite rightfully, “i’d rather go<br />
without” She did not seem to appreciate, “it”<br />
“You want play game?” Ae asked and pulled out boxes of<br />
games from under the counter. One was Connect 4 and the other<br />
a <strong>Thai</strong> game <strong>in</strong>volv<strong>in</strong>g two dice <strong>in</strong> a box, tabbed with the<br />
numbers one to n<strong>in</strong>e.<br />
“How do you play?” I asked. She began a demonstration,<br />
throw<strong>in</strong>g the dice <strong>in</strong>to the box. She then tabbed the number n<strong>in</strong>e<br />
which was the sum of the two dice. Throw<strong>in</strong>g aga<strong>in</strong> she tabbed<br />
five, then seven cont<strong>in</strong>u<strong>in</strong>g until only three and n<strong>in</strong>e were left.<br />
She couldn’t play as her dice read four and six. She slid the<br />
game to face me then she poured the last few dregs of beer out<br />
my bottle. I threw five times and lost.<br />
I saw Snakes and Ladders and then suggested, “Lets play<br />
Connect 4. I haven’t played for years” thought it was a child’s<br />
game; i was wrong, i lost.<br />
“How old you?”<br />
“Twenty-two and you?”<br />
“You older me”<br />
“How much?”<br />
“Guess”<br />
“I don’t know”<br />
“Go on guess. How old do i look?”
“Erm. I’d say twenty-five”<br />
“Twenty one” I said then said, “Do you smoke?”<br />
“No” she says, “I good girl.”<br />
“You don’t dr<strong>in</strong>k, don’t smoke. Why work <strong>in</strong> a bar sell<strong>in</strong>g<br />
such th<strong>in</strong>gs?” I sought understand<strong>in</strong>g. The conversation died a<br />
death as she just shrugged my question off.<br />
“What you come here for?” she then asked. At that po<strong>in</strong>t i<br />
became a little bit bored with all the questions.<br />
“I’ve answered that question one hundred times!” I joked<br />
light-heartedly. She seemed puzzled aga<strong>in</strong>, “You Yellowman,<br />
Hollander?”<br />
“Irish” I lied. My Grandfather was from Belfast. She seemed<br />
to be mak<strong>in</strong>g herself seem <strong>in</strong>terested; that was her job and i<br />
figured she's asked that question a hundred times which is why i<br />
didn’t answer honestly.<br />
“Where you come from?”<br />
“Issan”<br />
“The north” I po<strong>in</strong>ted up and she nodded.<br />
"Are all the girls from Issan as pretty as you are?" I asked<br />
that clichéd old question. She gave an affirmative answer and<br />
nodded aga<strong>in</strong>.<br />
The short young bartender changed channel aga<strong>in</strong>. I felt like I<br />
was dream<strong>in</strong>g when Ae reached over and held my hand, smiled<br />
<strong>in</strong> my face. A street-seller appeared at an appropriate moment,<br />
brandish<strong>in</strong>g roses. I splashed out, buy<strong>in</strong>g one for twenty baht<br />
and gave it to her. She seemed totally flattered as she took it<br />
from me, press<strong>in</strong>g it to her lips, twist<strong>in</strong>g the stem so the vivid<br />
red petals brushed her nose, and smelled.<br />
Its aroma matched her perfume.<br />
Her friend Wan came over to our table, start<strong>in</strong>g conversation<br />
<strong>by</strong> ask<strong>in</strong>g the same "gett<strong>in</strong>g to know you" questions that can<br />
bore a traveler to death. Ae k<strong>in</strong>dly answered on my behalf.<br />
“You remembered good” I put my arm around her midriff.<br />
“Sure! What your name aga<strong>in</strong>?” She jok<strong>in</strong>gly asked.
“Dave” I answered then asked "What is your real name?"<br />
And after a moment she answered, “Anchalee”<br />
“You want go short time Anchalee!”<br />
“Ha, ha,” she put her hand on my leg and squeezed my thigh<br />
“Now i know you <strong>Thai</strong>land long time…”<br />
Two hours later Annie and i were still sat talk<strong>in</strong>g, contiguously<br />
becom<strong>in</strong>g acqua<strong>in</strong>ted. I had a 1000 baht tab on dr<strong>in</strong>ks for Annie,<br />
this other bar girl and myself, spirit mixers - all expenses, but<br />
better than be<strong>in</strong>g alone, dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g. She told me she f<strong>in</strong>ished work<br />
around 2am; i could pay her bar f<strong>in</strong>e. Go home with her.<br />
“You can come my place” she said entic<strong>in</strong>gly. It was a<br />
tempt<strong>in</strong>g offer! I looked at her and saw beauty, but at a price.<br />
"Two thousand baht" she’d quoted. I scrunched my face up<br />
giv<strong>in</strong>g the impression i really couldn't afford it.<br />
"One thousand," i bartered.<br />
"Two" she <strong>in</strong>stilled confidently. I’m not sure i like where this<br />
is go<strong>in</strong>g. Was it really go<strong>in</strong>g to happen or would someth<strong>in</strong>g<br />
come between us? And if it did go ahead, would it be romantic?<br />
I wanted a moment to th<strong>in</strong>k about it, and to way up the f<strong>in</strong>ancial<br />
cost.<br />
Putt<strong>in</strong>g her elbow on the table, she sighed and pressed her<br />
head to her hand. I saw she wore a silver r<strong>in</strong>g on her left hand<br />
and a tattoo on that same arm. "A pretty petal" i quipped, us<strong>in</strong>g<br />
it as an excuse to stroke her.<br />
"Lotus." She said the translated word for the flower; must<br />
have shown it to a load of people. Truth be known, i was<br />
will<strong>in</strong>g to pay two thousand baht to spend the night with her,<br />
but i had to go to the ATM.<br />
"I have to go!" I said and she said. "Go with you"
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If you’ve read it tell your<br />
Mum.<br />
We stood somewhere dark. Close, a cacophony of party<strong>in</strong>g<br />
people enjoy<strong>in</strong>g themselves and closer, the distasteful stench of<br />
sewage made their own. But it didn't matter; we still got it on <strong>in</strong><br />
that alleyway. Then we were walk<strong>in</strong>g aga<strong>in</strong>, back to Walk<strong>in</strong>g<br />
Street. Now it was noisome.<br />
We took a songtail barely a kilometer back up, disembarked and<br />
then walked under the arches which proudly named the tourist<br />
promenade. I had passed through here before. I'd been lost <strong>in</strong> it<br />
earlier but i was no longer alone stand<strong>in</strong>g out like a sore thumb.<br />
Ae was guid<strong>in</strong>g me <strong>by</strong> the arm. People side stepped out our way<br />
as she led me through a bar and <strong>in</strong>to a disco at the back. The<br />
glass doors had Rock stenciled on one and Star on the other.<br />
They were opened <strong>by</strong> two <strong>Thai</strong> gentlemen who welcomed us <strong>in</strong>.<br />
It was loud <strong>in</strong>side, the bass reverberat<strong>in</strong>g through the whole<br />
place. Vivid colors pa<strong>in</strong>ted the walls, match<strong>in</strong>g the décor;<br />
mirrors reflected follow spots and at the top, the disco ball spun
patterned lights around the room. It was m<strong>in</strong>d numb<strong>in</strong>gly<br />
enterta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g. The music was hip top forty. Girls <strong>in</strong> groups,<br />
hold<strong>in</strong>g hands and danc<strong>in</strong>g, partied. Some girls danced with<br />
their partners. All were wear<strong>in</strong>g the latest trends. And there<br />
were boys <strong>in</strong> flowery shirts; jelled hair, groov<strong>in</strong>g juxtapose.<br />
I stood at a little table familiariz<strong>in</strong>g myself with the<br />
surround<strong>in</strong>gs. The tune's relentless haunt<strong>in</strong>g melody, the<br />
chim<strong>in</strong>g bells creat<strong>in</strong>g a mood echoed <strong>in</strong> my ears. The<br />
wondrous music electronic mixed <strong>by</strong> DJ Dom<strong>in</strong>ation. I'd heard<br />
this one before and tapped my feet. Annie waved her head from<br />
side to side, twist<strong>in</strong>g like a belly dancer, do<strong>in</strong>g her best to entice<br />
me onto the floor. “Ooh! the sexy bitch”<br />
I stayed still, rooted, “you can’t dance to this music!”<br />
She heard me but still didn't comprehend,<br />
"I’m go<strong>in</strong>g to the bar." I said and jostled my way through<br />
the crowd.<br />
The tune changed, clumsily mixed <strong>by</strong> the deejay. A sample<br />
say<strong>in</strong>g Jibe funny. A kid offered me some Ecstasy but i had to<br />
decl<strong>in</strong>e. Anchalee was my drug, i got high <strong>in</strong> her presence.<br />
The bar was busy and on the dr<strong>in</strong>ks menu- lit up beh<strong>in</strong>d the bar<br />
were a selection of low-priced cocktails clearly displayed. I<br />
queued then bought two. A g<strong>in</strong> and tonic <strong>in</strong> one hand and a<br />
glass of beer <strong>in</strong> the other i managed to get back to our spot<br />
through the jiv<strong>in</strong>g crowd without spill<strong>in</strong>g a drop. I placed the<br />
glasses on the adjacent table and smouched up beside her,<br />
bend<strong>in</strong>g at the knee so my pelvis rubbed up her buttocks. As she<br />
turned around i looked closely at her face and saw the mortified<br />
look on this poor girl’s face. It wasn’t her, it wasn’t Anchalee.<br />
Somebody else had taken Ae’s seat; she’d gone, totally gone.<br />
“Excuse me” I said and turned away hop<strong>in</strong>g she’d be right<br />
beh<strong>in</strong>d me. Now it was dark and all the girls looked the same. I<br />
scanned the floor for that dist<strong>in</strong>ctive pair of strapped, heeled<br />
shoes - those that had me earlier on – and her black dress as<br />
worn <strong>by</strong> so many others. Where was she?
Another girl danced, delectably drunk a few paces away.<br />
While i turned and scanned the room, star<strong>in</strong>g at strangers our<br />
eye’s met. She looked about sixteen and Vietnamese or<br />
Kampuchean - had that deep, sea tan. Sway<strong>in</strong>g from side to side<br />
without fall<strong>in</strong>g over she moved toward me, then placed her<br />
hands on my legs - propped up on the seat. Slouch<strong>in</strong>g her<br />
<strong>in</strong>toxicated self aga<strong>in</strong>st me she moved her hands toward my<br />
crotch then leaned <strong>in</strong> and cheeked me. I could smell stale liquor<br />
on her breath. No girl has ever done that to me before. (It is so<br />
odd after grow<strong>in</strong>g up <strong>in</strong> a frigid society such as England to<br />
come to <strong>Thai</strong>land and have girls literally fall <strong>in</strong>to your lap)<br />
I placed my hand on the bare flesh of her thigh, pressed my<br />
head aga<strong>in</strong>st hers – just like i did with Ae, my ch<strong>in</strong> rested on her<br />
shoulder.<br />
I shouted <strong>in</strong>to her ear, "Do you come here a lot?" then when<br />
i got no response "its really loud <strong>in</strong> here isn't it?" It was almost<br />
impossible to communicate above the sound of the music. I was<br />
<strong>in</strong>toxicated, this girl was too, drunk and slober<strong>in</strong>g all over me.<br />
What k<strong>in</strong>d of night were we go<strong>in</strong>g to have together? At the<br />
moment it looks like i’m go<strong>in</strong>g to back to a bamboo hut on my<br />
own. I offered her Annie’s dr<strong>in</strong>k and we clanked our glasses<br />
together. All the time i kept one eye open for the girl i came<br />
with. I wondered what had happened to her blam<strong>in</strong>g my<br />
ugl<strong>in</strong>ess for her early, untimely and downright rude departure. I<br />
didn’t want to lose her. She looked great, we’d gelled from the<br />
moment we met. Why had she gone like that; where had she<br />
gone? Back to the bar where she worked! I thought for a<br />
moment then i went on the dance floor, scop<strong>in</strong>g for that sheath<br />
dress i’d been unbutton<strong>in</strong>g only moments earlier.<br />
“Excuse me sir. I th<strong>in</strong>k you’ve had enough to…” I could see<br />
a waiter thought but never said. Gimme a break, buddy.<br />
I spoke poshly <strong>in</strong> my head, like an Englishmen. Girls danced <strong>in</strong><br />
environmentally friendly m<strong>in</strong>is and white tops like angels <strong>in</strong><br />
Hawaii. The mix had changed but the crowd was still danc<strong>in</strong>g.
My eyesight started to dwa<strong>in</strong> before a blur of coloured sk<strong>in</strong> and<br />
then Anchalee motionless –yet for some gyration of the hips<br />
talk<strong>in</strong>g to some <strong>Thai</strong>'s. I wanted to go straight up and kiss her<br />
and hold her and divulge my feel<strong>in</strong>gs for her; but i knew that it<br />
would only upset the <strong>Thai</strong>s. She was with her friends who<br />
would only laugh <strong>in</strong> my face. They were locals, <strong>in</strong> their own<br />
gang.<br />
She saw me look<strong>in</strong>g and returned my smile mischievously.<br />
Stopp<strong>in</strong>g at a table grounded, i wished i had my dr<strong>in</strong>k and<br />
pretended that i did. I saw the beauty <strong>in</strong> her aura and stood<br />
broad shouldered and erect on a platform<br />
Trophy butted like the Kid <strong>in</strong>to their little Jap Crap gather<strong>in</strong>g. It<br />
bulged out my trousers as did my wallet, i had paid for her time<br />
and i had a right to enjoy myself. Still you know how territorial<br />
locals can be. Some of them turned to look and then turned back<br />
to themselves obviously talk<strong>in</strong>g about me. Then the little crowd<br />
dispersed and she came back to me, took someth<strong>in</strong>g from her<br />
handbag and asked, “Where my dr<strong>in</strong>k?”<br />
“Where your friend?” I asked and got no reply, “you want a<br />
dr<strong>in</strong>k! I bought one for you” The tune changed, this deejay<br />
didn’t have time to waste and raised the tempo.<br />
“Where your hotel?”<br />
I was oh so impressed with this girl; i’ve never known anyone<br />
take their toothbrush clubb<strong>in</strong>g before.<br />
The party went on until 5am. It was early morn<strong>in</strong>g when we<br />
stepped outside. The sun com<strong>in</strong>g out, the streets now drenched<br />
<strong>in</strong> daylight once aga<strong>in</strong>. The air was crisp and quite fresh. I took<br />
some deep breaths and embraced my date. "Are you hungry?"<br />
"G<strong>in</strong> kow?" she ask.<br />
"Hungry" i po<strong>in</strong>ted at my mouth. She shook her head. We held<br />
hands and took a walk along with a small fraction of the<br />
dispers<strong>in</strong>g crowd that had just spilled out the Rock Star bar. The<br />
streets were all but deserted, a pass<strong>in</strong>g car occasionally honked
its horn offer<strong>in</strong>g us a lift and then, com<strong>in</strong>g the other way a<br />
transvestite all dressed up. Their lipstick smeared and sequ<strong>in</strong><br />
tights laddered.<br />
"Where we go?" I mimicked.<br />
"Up to you"<br />
"No, up to you"<br />
"You’re Hotel?"<br />
"Not tonite"<br />
“Why not?”<br />
“No have”<br />
“Come on,”<br />
“Come on you!”<br />
“Darl<strong>in</strong>’ you don’t th<strong>in</strong>k i’m a smarmy character do you?”<br />
“Yeah. You gay boy. Feel my ass”<br />
“You like!”<br />
"Can come my place"<br />
"Really?" i said a little eagerly.<br />
"1000 baht" she testify.<br />
“Before you said 5oo!”<br />
“I changed my m<strong>in</strong>d”<br />
"Come on darl<strong>in</strong>g," I bartered "i buy you dr<strong>in</strong>ks, paid your<br />
f<strong>in</strong>e."<br />
"Five hundred!"<br />
And we made a deal.
� � � � � �<br />
Jade must be chiseled before<br />
it can be considered a gem.<br />
2
Apartment blocks <strong>in</strong> Patt are typically unlike<br />
those <strong>in</strong> Europe. They’re pa<strong>in</strong>ted vivid colors,<br />
p<strong>in</strong>k and green, yellow and blue. Her flat was on<br />
the fourth floor (<strong>in</strong>clud<strong>in</strong>g the ground floor). She<br />
shared it with another bargirl called Kat who<br />
wasn't home then.<br />
There was only one room which had a mattress<br />
and a T. V. It smelt of babies but also of an unusal<br />
florally sort of scent. The walls were tiled and the<br />
w<strong>in</strong>dows, screened. There was no carpet. A door<br />
led outside onto the porch and another led to the<br />
bathroom. The toilet was styled like those <strong>in</strong><br />
France; without a seat. I took a wide squat bent me<br />
knees and unzipped. There was a sudden scurry<strong>in</strong>g<br />
movement captured <strong>in</strong> the corner of my eye – a<br />
small green lizard. A gecko. Ae entered the water<br />
room just as he disappeared through a gap <strong>in</strong> the<br />
ceil<strong>in</strong>g. “Take off” She said gestur<strong>in</strong>g to her top.<br />
“You take your time; David”<br />
“Ab nam. Ab nam. Sockapog” she rambled.<br />
I took my top off to reveal tanned sk<strong>in</strong> and lean,<br />
sk<strong>in</strong>ny arms whilst really need<strong>in</strong>g to fart.<br />
“You like monkey!: Ae said gaz<strong>in</strong>g at my hairy<br />
chest as i removed the rest of my clothes. When i<br />
helped her take off her dress and saw her flesh<br />
underneath, her privates still hidden <strong>by</strong> frilled p<strong>in</strong>k<br />
l<strong>in</strong>gerie- i became firm. Lead<strong>in</strong>g me through the<br />
<strong>Thai</strong> method of wash<strong>in</strong>g whilst giggl<strong>in</strong>g with<br />
excitement we took a much needed shower - the<br />
sweat now turn<strong>in</strong>g to slime - <strong>Thai</strong> style.<br />
"Jesus H" i cried as she threw a bowl of cold<br />
water over my head; the water got <strong>in</strong> my eyes. and<br />
then rubbed soap over my body with her gentle
hands. Then i did the same to her but not as<br />
efficiently, even clumsily. Her wet sk<strong>in</strong> glowed<br />
like sweat droplets <strong>in</strong> the hot South East sun. was<br />
soft, her legs long and slender, tanned as dark as<br />
leather when wet. Beneath her jet black hair, she<br />
wore silver earr<strong>in</strong>gs shaped to the Ch<strong>in</strong>ese y<strong>in</strong><br />
yang symbol. Some 7 soap cleansed us, r<strong>in</strong>sed and<br />
towel dried. It smelt of geckos.<br />
Clean and free of the unpleasant odours one<br />
acquires on a night out part<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> Pattaya we lay<br />
toweled on her mattress and talked. I caressed her<br />
naked body; my mouth salivated then i rolled her<br />
over; flash the gash. I felt compromised as the<br />
towel fixed to my naval uncaught itself and<br />
openfaced, love started to play its merry tune.<br />
"Just a m<strong>in</strong>ute, cowboy," she spoke <strong>in</strong> perfect English.<br />
"What is it?" i asked balanc<strong>in</strong>g awkwardly on my forearms,<br />
"Did i forget to use a condom?"<br />
"No," she answered, "you forgot to pay me"<br />
But i had not forgotten, i’d hoped she had; she hadn’t evidently.<br />
"Well, you really know how to kill the mood, don't you!" I<br />
humored and bagged a bit of time; she just looked at me and<br />
said noth<strong>in</strong>g. Hav<strong>in</strong>g to get up i rummaged for the money which<br />
i had purposely hidden <strong>in</strong> the zip compartment of my jeans just<br />
<strong>in</strong> case she put drugs <strong>in</strong> my dr<strong>in</strong>k at the disco.<br />
“I have 500…”<br />
"One thousand" she barters.<br />
"Sorry darl<strong>in</strong>g, i don’t have" i lied like a <strong>Thai</strong> girl, "Only<br />
500... Like we agreed" I waved the cash i’d eased from the wad<br />
of notes <strong>in</strong> my wallet. She couldn't kick me out, not now. “I did<br />
pay for you to get off work, remember?”<br />
“Okay five hundred,” she agreed appeas<strong>in</strong>gly then barked,<br />
"Hurry up!" I stuck a 500 baht note <strong>in</strong> her underwear put my
hands back where they were and got comfortable; feel<strong>in</strong>g<br />
warmth pressed up aga<strong>in</strong>st her.<br />
She said i was handsome and ran her f<strong>in</strong>gers through my hair;<br />
but because i was wear<strong>in</strong>g a lot of hair gel her hand got stuck<br />
halfway across my scalp pull<strong>in</strong>g a few hairs out as it did - i let<br />
out a halfhearted yelp.<br />
Caress<strong>in</strong>g her breast with my tongue and suck<strong>in</strong>g her nipple,<br />
slow and sensuously like it was the tit of C<strong>in</strong>dy Crawfords’<br />
i made her groan and claw my back; like a tiger. Tempt<strong>in</strong>gly she<br />
asked, “You want do doggy?” and turned over expos<strong>in</strong>g a tattoo<br />
of a scorpion creep<strong>in</strong>g across her backside. I stuck my f<strong>in</strong>gers <strong>in</strong><br />
the elastic of her panties and pulled them off. I could see<br />
moisture, sparkl<strong>in</strong>g around the lips of her vag<strong>in</strong>a. I longed to<br />
kiss them for one time but chose not to. I didn’t know where<br />
she’d been. My teeth were bit<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to her flesh. Us<strong>in</strong>g the other<br />
hand for balance i nestled up beside her, do<strong>in</strong>g my best to get<br />
<strong>in</strong>to a snug position. Annie was about to scream her head off<br />
when the front door opened rudely.<br />
“Oh God!” came the exasperated gasp “Sorry, sorry!”<br />
The <strong>in</strong>truder clamored <strong>in</strong> obviously pissed as a newt!<br />
“Noooong!” Annie gave out a sigh of dissatisfaction and-<br />
compla<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>- went to consult her padmate. Feel<strong>in</strong>g<br />
vulnerable and embarrassed i quickly covered my bare bum<br />
with Annie’s skimpy top.<br />
Anchalee pottered around the s<strong>in</strong>k, speak<strong>in</strong>g <strong>Thai</strong> with this<br />
flat’s other resident, Nong. The only word i recognized was<br />
Farang. She returned with a glass of water and then started to<br />
ask me more questions like, how long had i been <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>land,<br />
where was i stay<strong>in</strong>g? She knew the Alpha hotel well.<br />
“So why you come to <strong>Thai</strong>land?”<br />
“I’m search<strong>in</strong>g” I answered<br />
“Search<strong>in</strong>g, for what?”<br />
“My soulmate”<br />
“What is mean?” she said.
“Soul” I po<strong>in</strong>ted to her then me “mate”<br />
I hoped she caught my drift.<br />
“Come” she stood up and gestured for me to follow her as<br />
she climbed out the w<strong>in</strong>dow and onto the metal staircase that<br />
ran up the side of the build<strong>in</strong>g. I followed her onto the rooftop<br />
terrace look<strong>in</strong>g out across Pattaya. I saw the cars and concrete.<br />
The sun had risen high and was now sh<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g boldly, cast<strong>in</strong>g<br />
great shadows over the city.<br />
"Beautiful" said Annie.<br />
"Beautiful. Just like you." We embraced aga<strong>in</strong> and petted.<br />
Then it was eight o’clock and i suggested we go for breakfast,<br />
somewhere nice. So, we went back down the fire exit and<br />
crawled back <strong>in</strong>to Annie and Kat’s apartment. Kat had fallen<br />
asleep on our mattress. I offered Annie another 200bht and<br />
bribed her back <strong>in</strong>to bed. We tried to act quietly as if Kat was a<br />
little ba<strong>by</strong> girl <strong>in</strong> our bed would could wake up at any moment<br />
but she just kept on snor<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> rhythm and slobber<strong>in</strong>g what<br />
sounded like “Farang and chips… Falang and dips”<br />
We went downstairs and around the corner to an eatery. I ate<br />
sausage and eggs and she slurped noodle soup with chilli.<br />
Despite our lack of sleep Annie and i had a vivacious energy<br />
about us throughout the morn<strong>in</strong>g<br />
Later that day Annie and i went rid<strong>in</strong>g on her moto. She showed<br />
me the K<strong>in</strong>g RAMA V statue up high overlook<strong>in</strong>g the coast, the<br />
streets and <strong>in</strong> the distance, mounta<strong>in</strong>s. A bird’s eye view; we<br />
felt like doves perched <strong>in</strong> a giant tree. Eat<strong>in</strong>g ice cream and<br />
shar<strong>in</strong>g coffee we talked a little <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong> and English. I counted<br />
from one to twenty <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>. Then we rode along the palisade to<br />
the Big Buddha at Wat Phra Yai – built the year of the Jubilee.<br />
A bold statue twenty times real life, protected <strong>by</strong> Naga, a sevenheaded<br />
dragon of Buddhist mythology. A seller sold four caged<br />
birds; say<strong>in</strong>g 100baht would set them free - br<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g good luck<br />
to us both. But Annie told me they just flew back to the nest.<br />
Then we heard a bird s<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the tree.
A sign imposes the prohibition of shorts and m<strong>in</strong>iskirts yet a<br />
couple of tourists passed wear<strong>in</strong>g what they came <strong>in</strong>, their<br />
summer attire. Annie asked about England, what it was like<br />
liv<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> London, said that she would like to go there and would<br />
i take her home with me when i went back?<br />
As i expla<strong>in</strong>ed i didn’t live <strong>in</strong> the city, but slightly out of it<br />
and if she was free when i went home i would def<strong>in</strong>itely take<br />
her with me. I felt a little guilty as i couldn’t tell her that i<br />
would not be go<strong>in</strong>g back to England for an awful long time and<br />
hade the sneak<strong>in</strong>g feel<strong>in</strong>g before that our souls would come to<br />
part.<br />
Miss. Anchalee was a holiday romance. A beautiful <strong>Thai</strong> girl<br />
i’d only just met. She spoke basic English and my <strong>Thai</strong> was<br />
much worse. We communicated best when we made out,<br />
kiss<strong>in</strong>g and grop<strong>in</strong>g<br />
When Annie asked, “Do you love me?” I explored the<br />
s<strong>in</strong>cerity <strong>in</strong> her eyes and wondered how much she loved me.<br />
“Chan rak koon” she leaned <strong>in</strong> to kiss me and we both tasted<br />
of vanilla. We fought with food and were fool<strong>in</strong>g around when<br />
a local man crept up with a Polaroid camera and captured our<br />
romantic moment on celluloid; a photograph to keep. I will<strong>in</strong>gly<br />
paid him two hundred baht for the souvenir.<br />
We got back on the bike and drove down the hill to Jomtien<br />
for some fried chicken; ate it <strong>by</strong> the beach – the sea breeze<br />
blow<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> our faces. And then home via the Sukhumvit Road,<br />
back to that same cozy apartment where we spent last night<br />
together. I sat sipp<strong>in</strong>g green tea and watched her get ready for<br />
work. She washed aga<strong>in</strong> with the bucket then came back <strong>in</strong> a<br />
towel and toweled off. Her wet hair she wr<strong>in</strong>ged out as if like a<br />
sponge. I made a comment to break the silence while she<br />
sprayed deodorant on her breasts and under her armpits; a floral<br />
scented aerosol. Then i sat there gaz<strong>in</strong>g not gawp<strong>in</strong>g with my<br />
legs crossed as she put on latex legg<strong>in</strong>gs and a blouse - and
swigg<strong>in</strong>g the cooled tea. Eye<strong>in</strong>g herself <strong>in</strong> the mirror Ae hitched<br />
her skirt up an <strong>in</strong>ch then turned to me and said “let’s go”<br />
I asked, “Do you have <strong>Thai</strong> boyfriend?”<br />
i went around the bars for beers on my own. I was literally<br />
buzz<strong>in</strong>g and though we’d only been apart for a few hours i<br />
began to miss her, my stomach p<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g to be close to hers aga<strong>in</strong><br />
soon. Other girls made themselves available to me that night but<br />
i felt so washed out from the time spent with Ae i really didn’t<br />
fancy another <strong>Thai</strong>.<br />
There was a fight on Walk<strong>in</strong>g Street; Muay <strong>Thai</strong>. You could<br />
cut the tension with a knife or drown it <strong>in</strong> a bottle of whisky.<br />
A crowd of people gathered around the r<strong>in</strong>g, exchang<strong>in</strong>g each<br />
other with comments like, “ass kicked” and cheer as the bigger,<br />
better fighter unleashed a round kick to his opponents’ temple,<br />
knock<strong>in</strong>g him unconscious on the floor. A round of applause,<br />
the w<strong>in</strong>ner bows to the four corners of the audience and i weigh<br />
up his size. The chub<strong>by</strong>, young <strong>Thai</strong> boy circulated the crowd<br />
afterwards collect<strong>in</strong>g tips <strong>in</strong> a beer glass.<br />
“You’re a good fighter,” I say to him and tip a 20THB note,<br />
an equivalent of under 50p sterl<strong>in</strong>g. He wais and asks it i have<br />
fought before. I told him i tra<strong>in</strong>ed at the Shaol<strong>in</strong> temple for 3<br />
months.<br />
I went back to the Tiger Bar at midnight and chatted with Rita,<br />
the girl who’d changed the channel curtly from the football<br />
game last night. We shot a game of pool. There was no sign of<br />
Anchalee. I asked Rita where Ae was but clearly failed to make<br />
myself understood. Rita beat me two games to one. I called her<br />
“Little Tiger” as the classic Survivor tune played out.<br />
“I go. I come back later” I said and left onto Beach Road<br />
because i was feel<strong>in</strong>g uncomfortable. I tried to let the natural<br />
beauties of the coastl<strong>in</strong>e compensate for my unbalanced<br />
emotions and my concern over Anchalee’s whereabouts, but the
view only accentuated my melancholy mood.<br />
I grabbed a burger and then popped down to Soi six, to the<br />
Queen Vic; an English style bar - so authentic <strong>in</strong> design - you<br />
would be forgiven for th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g you were actually <strong>in</strong> Soho.<br />
I overheard two men talk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> English as i satiated.<br />
“You wear a tie” said one - his Crocodile Dundee accent<br />
giv<strong>in</strong>g it away. “You wear a suit and you wear a <strong>Thai</strong> on your<br />
arm.” I was amused. This guy had a dog collar round his wrist<br />
and an earr<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> his nose.<br />
"What are you look<strong>in</strong>g at four-eyes?" he shouted <strong>in</strong> my<br />
direction. Then i realized it was him; the Aussie bodybuilder i’d<br />
seen ogl<strong>in</strong>g girls at the c<strong>in</strong>ema. I fumbled for a suitable answer.<br />
Someth<strong>in</strong>g cheeky but not <strong>in</strong>sult<strong>in</strong>g; this guy was built up and<br />
obviously drunk.<br />
"Noth<strong>in</strong>g" was the best i could do.<br />
"Well why don't you look somewhere else?" he asked<br />
rhetorically. I was mortified, casually bid<strong>in</strong>g my time observ<strong>in</strong>g<br />
some of the other people pass<strong>in</strong>g and sitt<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>font of me and<br />
be<strong>in</strong>g verbally harrased. Why did this yob have to shout over<br />
and <strong>in</strong>sult me?<br />
A fish out of water. "Why don't you stick it up down under?"<br />
I said and left quickly before he stood his lard arse up. His<br />
friend laughed, he didn't.<br />
I kept one eye out for the drunken Ozzy and his mate. The<br />
bottom of my coke can turn<strong>in</strong>g to dregs.<br />
When i returned Annie was back, i saw her with a gentleman<br />
leav<strong>in</strong>g the Tiger Bar. They held hands and were kiss<strong>in</strong>g. Rita<br />
turned to me and purveyed another beer “Is that the girl you<br />
want?” she spoke blatantly, embarrass<strong>in</strong>g me.<br />
“No it doesn’t matter. I want watch a T.V show” I changed<br />
the subject. Rita shrugged, “no understand” as i cont<strong>in</strong>ued to
anter; the entire time i kept a subtle eye on Annie and her<br />
punter. They were part<strong>in</strong>g, exchang<strong>in</strong>g numbers. “Next time” he<br />
said clearly attracted to her and i figured maybe he’d be back<br />
tomorrow to pay her f<strong>in</strong>e. He left; she turned, came over and sat<br />
down to face me, priggishly. I blanked her disapprov<strong>in</strong>gly.<br />
I know she was a bargirl, it was her job to service customers<br />
but i’d guessed they were few and far between; what with so<br />
many girls on offer each night. I didn’t expect last night’s<br />
declarations of love to be under threat so soon. Yet she was so<br />
good look<strong>in</strong>g, naturally she’d be popular, attract<strong>in</strong>g attention<br />
from all sort of tourists. Was her job <strong>Thai</strong> hospitality or blatant<br />
prostitution? How many men had she been with and did she use<br />
protection?<br />
It is not just STD’s like aids and hepatitis that you can<br />
expose yourself to <strong>in</strong> the act of promiscuous sex. Flu and viral<br />
<strong>in</strong>fections can dim<strong>in</strong>ish your health too. Did she kiss her<br />
clients? Was her health at risk <strong>in</strong> this profession? Was it my<br />
concern? I turned and asked her,<br />
“You been busy?” She smiled at either the question or at me<br />
and paused before she replied. “Nid noy”<br />
“Make money?”<br />
“little bit..” I thought she was embarrassed and i felt hurt. As<br />
if now that she'd befriended me we should be an item. I wanted<br />
my girlfriend all to myself. But i couldn't expect her to give up<br />
her day job. I had to accept th<strong>in</strong>gs the way they were. I didn't<br />
say it but we both understood.<br />
“Do you th<strong>in</strong>k i can stay at yours aga<strong>in</strong>?” I asked Anchalee<br />
at an appropriate moment while she served dr<strong>in</strong>ks to the bar’s<br />
sparse clientele, “I can pay you”<br />
“How much you pay?”<br />
“How much you want?”<br />
“Same same yesterday. Five hundred baht” Annie hustled.<br />
“Okay” I happily agreed <strong>in</strong> the hope that tomorrow she<br />
would stop charg<strong>in</strong>g me money and let me stay for free.
When we got back to her flat Kat was home early.<br />
“What happen you?”<br />
“Mai sabai”<br />
Great, now i have to share a mattress with both of them, and i<br />
wanted a good sleep. I offered to crash on the floor out of<br />
simple courtesy and my offer was appreciated. I lay there<br />
wish<strong>in</strong>g i had found the real Soi Sip Sam the previous night.<br />
Be<strong>in</strong>g on the third floor i woke up sweat<strong>in</strong>g, the humid heat had<br />
risen to such a high temperature. It felt like we’d been hav<strong>in</strong>g<br />
hot sex even if we hadn’t. Kat was mumbl<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> her sleep aga<strong>in</strong>.<br />
I went out and bought some bottled water from the 7 eleven. It<br />
was almost as warm outside as it was <strong>in</strong>doors, upstairs.<br />
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap ffor southall<br />
I returned to the Tiger bar casually after that and to my pleasant<br />
surprise, Anchalee was there every time. I found it convenient<br />
that i could call <strong>in</strong> when i wanted. Often after a night out<br />
crawl<strong>in</strong>g the bars, (the pier on the edge of walk<strong>in</strong>g street that<br />
juts out over the sea, supported <strong>by</strong> i-beams stumped<br />
underwater) you can sit out there dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g on the edge of the<br />
bight. I’d then meet Annie later outside her place. She didn’t<br />
f<strong>in</strong>ish till 2am seven days a week so i had to hang around <strong>in</strong> the<br />
hope she’d be home at a reasonable time. It was better than<br />
go<strong>in</strong>g to her work and putt<strong>in</strong>g up with the tetchy Tiger staff then<br />
be obliged to pay that bar money for her. But sometimes she’d<br />
be early or late or she wouldn’t come home at all. I’d be left<br />
hang<strong>in</strong>g around and feel<strong>in</strong>g crap. I wondered where she was or<br />
who she was with. Those nights she did come back we’d stay<br />
up late until the early hours of the morn<strong>in</strong>g. Then sleep until<br />
lunchtime. The afternoons were our time together. I’d follow<br />
her wherever she went and was learn<strong>in</strong>g a lot about <strong>Thai</strong> society<br />
<strong>in</strong> the process. Ae showed me it all from the <strong>Thai</strong> angle.
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo<br />
Tat night I dided not to pay Annie for her company and went<br />
out cruis<strong>in</strong>g some bars alone <strong>in</strong>stead. I felt all bluesy and<br />
couldn’t sleep so walked along Beach road cross<strong>in</strong>g Pattaya<br />
klang to Soi Six, an avenue packed with adult enterta<strong>in</strong>ment.<br />
The street was typically littered with smartly clad girls; genu<strong>in</strong>e<br />
<strong>Thai</strong> beauties who sat there all day and night desperately<br />
seek<strong>in</strong>g twenty m<strong>in</strong>utes of your precious time. You could smell<br />
sweet chilli <strong>in</strong> the outside air, and sex.<br />
“Welcaaam” came the prolonged chorus <strong>in</strong> flawed English.<br />
A group of ladies wails like a chorus of seals on the arctic shelf,<br />
circled <strong>by</strong> pigeons. I doubted they fathomed the true mean<strong>in</strong>g of<br />
the word. My eyes were wander<strong>in</strong>g, my mouth drool<strong>in</strong>g, the<br />
cash <strong>in</strong> my wallet burned a hole <strong>in</strong> me denims. I had caught<br />
what they call Yellow Fever; there is only one known cure.<br />
I sat kill<strong>in</strong>g time at the Soi 6 Corner Bar, nurs<strong>in</strong>g another<br />
niggl<strong>in</strong>g pa<strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong> my abdomen. I’d spuffed my guff aga<strong>in</strong>, spent<br />
another 500baht.<br />
"Another Tiger" i asked the ever so sweet, if not<br />
sc<strong>in</strong>tillat<strong>in</strong>gly pretty Lek though i didn’t really want one.<br />
"No plobrem," she crossed the bar and bent down to the<br />
bottom shelf of the fridge.<br />
"Look who it isn't!" i heard a familiar voice from beh<strong>in</strong>d. I<br />
did not want to turn round but looked over my shoulder<br />
<strong>in</strong>st<strong>in</strong>ctively and saw that Australian dickhead approach<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
"How’s it hang<strong>in</strong>g?"<br />
"Who wants to know?"<br />
"What are you dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g, Steve?" asked Lek.<br />
"The usual"<br />
"My name's Dave" i said boldly offer<strong>in</strong>g him a hand and he<br />
shook it. His hands were sweaty.<br />
"I’m Steve" he said what i'd already gathered. Then i said,
"you here on a holiday?" mak<strong>in</strong>g conversation.<br />
"Naw, I live here," he declared proudly "i got a wife over<br />
here too."<br />
"You married a <strong>Thai</strong>!"<br />
"Sure. A sexy bitch named Foon. What about you?"<br />
"I've got a girlfriend here. She's cute, i love her"<br />
"Is she a bargirl?" he asked abruptly and i paused;<br />
"What if she is?" I said offended <strong>by</strong> the question.<br />
"You can't love a bar girl unless you're pay<strong>in</strong>g to" Steve<br />
proclaimed. This guy had me stumped for words!<br />
"How would you know who you can or can’t love?"<br />
"I just know,” he dropped his head and rolled his eyes,<br />
“you can't love a bar girl"<br />
"If you're such an expert, why don't you write a book?" i<br />
suggested, jok<strong>in</strong>gly yet slightly annoyed with his attitude,<br />
"You could call it; Steven's Analysis of Cross-cultural<br />
Relationships with <strong>Thai</strong> Women!"<br />
"I could. But who would buy it?"<br />
He seemed almost excited at the prospect.<br />
"I would buy it Steve" Lek popped <strong>in</strong> sweetly.<br />
"You can't read."<br />
"So..."<br />
“I would get it translated. A <strong>Thai</strong> version and an English"<br />
"One for the girls and one for the boys," i added<br />
facetiously.<br />
"No, this could be big. Bigger than the Love Guru’s How<br />
to Boom-Boom <strong>Thai</strong> Girls Handbook. Now that was a<br />
bestseller!” Steve supposed.<br />
“As if you could write someth<strong>in</strong>g like that”<br />
“You never know, perhaps i could”<br />
“You write it,” i said cutt<strong>in</strong>gly, “I’ll buy it”<br />
"All i was say<strong>in</strong>g mate is that i've been there, i know<br />
exactly what you're go<strong>in</strong>g through."<br />
"I’m not go<strong>in</strong>g through anyth<strong>in</strong>g; besides, was Foon a
work<strong>in</strong>g girl?"<br />
“That’s none of your bus<strong>in</strong>ess!”<br />
I looked <strong>in</strong> his eyes. I’d stumped him.<br />
“Well,” he stumbled for the right word, "She worked <strong>in</strong><br />
a…” and after a second “a parlour"<br />
“A massage parlor?”<br />
“Yes. Not a brothel”<br />
“<strong>Thai</strong> massage” I sounded sarcastic.<br />
“But she has no need to work now that i’m tak<strong>in</strong>g care of<br />
her”<br />
“You can’t call it work really can you, sleep<strong>in</strong>g with<br />
someone for money? It’s hardly a profession”<br />
“Listen, these girls earn good money. They are repair<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the f<strong>in</strong>ancial deficit caused <strong>by</strong> an unfavorable International<br />
exchange rate.” He <strong>in</strong>formed me <strong>in</strong> a sudden shift of tact.<br />
“What?”<br />
“You th<strong>in</strong>k i’m jok<strong>in</strong>g” It wasn’t funny.<br />
“Just be careful what you say.”<br />
“But seriously, it’s all about greed and exploitation!”<br />
“And you believe that.”<br />
“My Father was an economist back <strong>in</strong> Oz. Every morn<strong>in</strong>g<br />
over breakfast i’d hear the same talk… The money’s <strong>in</strong><br />
<strong>Thai</strong>land; the money’s <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>land! That's why i’m out here,<br />
buy<strong>in</strong>g swag on the cheap; hopefully <strong>in</strong> a few months i’ll be<br />
a millionaire!"<br />
He could see i was amused when i twigged he was talk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong><br />
<strong>Thai</strong> money…<br />
“One million baht! Now that cash would show you a good<br />
time”<br />
“<strong>Thai</strong>land’s a crazy place…” He put his arm round me<br />
“Pattaya is the craziest, proper. It takes time to get used to life<br />
<strong>in</strong> Azia…”
It takes time to get used to Azia. The words echoed through my<br />
m<strong>in</strong>d as i stepped off the Songtail home. By the time i had<br />
gotten back to the bar Annie wasn't there. Apparently, she'd<br />
gone home early, alone or with someone, i don't know. I saw no<br />
po<strong>in</strong>t <strong>in</strong> go<strong>in</strong>g round there to f<strong>in</strong>d out; better go back to my little<br />
bamboo hovel at the outskirts of town, that which i shared only<br />
with the mosquitoes. It would be light <strong>in</strong> a few hours. Walk<strong>in</strong>g<br />
back the alcohol <strong>in</strong> my system turned my emotions, aggressive.<br />
The <strong>in</strong>cessant badger<strong>in</strong>g from taxi riders irritated me; the<br />
dehydration, the arid heat was tak<strong>in</strong>g its toll; and some noodles<br />
that i’d eaten caused cramps <strong>in</strong> my stomach. I felt dirty, needed<br />
a shower. I longed for Europe once aga<strong>in</strong>.<br />
I turned up drunk at her flat at 4am. I’d been walk<strong>in</strong>g around for<br />
hours; speech slurred i serenaded her w<strong>in</strong>dow. Kat came to see<br />
what the noise was,<br />
“Hey Mister. Be quiet please. We asleep<strong>in</strong>g,”<br />
“Kat! Its me, Dave” I shouted under my breath, “Is Anchalee<br />
there?”<br />
“No, she not come home”<br />
“Oh” I’d carried this flowery necklace from a bar<br />
saleswoman last night; brought it all the way home - nid-noy<br />
just for Annie. I wanted her to be there… I was gutted.<br />
She popped her head <strong>in</strong>to the frame and they both started<br />
giggl<strong>in</strong>g, and told me to come up. She opened the door for me,<br />
dressed <strong>in</strong> her XXL T-shirt with Honey Lover written on it; she<br />
slurped with the straw of her iced Ovalt<strong>in</strong>e dr<strong>in</strong>k, enjoy<strong>in</strong>g its<br />
sweet taste.<br />
Annie talked about me gett<strong>in</strong>g a flat with her help,<br />
accommodation meant for <strong>Thai</strong>’s. She quizzed me aga<strong>in</strong> about<br />
my sleep<strong>in</strong>g habits. I kept say<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
“No i don’t have hotel. I sleep on the beach”
She laughed aga<strong>in</strong>, “You sleep the beach? All night itch<strong>in</strong>g.”<br />
“I sleep f<strong>in</strong>e on the beach.” I pressed<br />
“Mosquito bite you”<br />
“I like Mosquitoes”<br />
The next night i was forced to admit that she was right. I<br />
couldn’t sleep for itch<strong>in</strong>g. The bugs that weren’t there <strong>in</strong> the<br />
daytime came out at night. I ended up knock<strong>in</strong>g on her door<br />
aga<strong>in</strong>.<br />
Each morn<strong>in</strong>g at Pet mueng this communist alarm call<br />
broadcasts over the tannoy. Eight <strong>in</strong>termittent beeps signify the<br />
time (the first time i counted seven) followed <strong>by</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>land's<br />
National anthem. Accord<strong>in</strong>g to law you must be up and out of<br />
bed, stand<strong>in</strong>g tall to respect the K<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
"Wake up" <strong>in</strong>sists Kat, "if the Tamblowat come to the door<br />
you be arrested."<br />
"They'll take you away!" added Annie<br />
"Leave me alone," i spoke from slumber, "They not take me<br />
away. Besides i have a nice dream."<br />
"You dream of me, Dave" asked Annie sitt<strong>in</strong>g on the edge of<br />
the mattress.<br />
"Of course" I replied and dozed back off.<br />
I woke up bright and early about 10am and felt recharged after a<br />
deep sound sleep <strong>in</strong> my sweetheart’s arms. Feel<strong>in</strong>g frisky i<br />
decided to have a workout so Annie dropped me off <strong>in</strong> South<br />
Pattaya at Tony’s Plaza and i took up a membership. Tony's<br />
boasted tennis courts and swimm<strong>in</strong>g pool, yoga, sauna, schw<strong>in</strong>g<br />
cycl<strong>in</strong>g… The list was on the wall; all covered <strong>by</strong> my monthly<br />
membership i’d taken up a week before. Old fashioned free<br />
weights lathered with a layer of dust and the smell of body odor.<br />
A space was devoted to stretch<strong>in</strong>g off, which was useful for the<br />
cont<strong>in</strong>uation of my Kung Fu practice.<br />
One day tra<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g i met <strong>Bradley</strong>, a black belt Shaol<strong>in</strong> monk
famous for his local Muay <strong>Thai</strong> bouts.<br />
“Hey kid. If you have problem with that guy let me know; i<br />
take care you.”<br />
“Who Steve? Thank you very much; but he’s harmless - just<br />
mess<strong>in</strong>g around.”<br />
“What are you look<strong>in</strong>g at, butthead?”<br />
Steve was there. He was pump<strong>in</strong>g out bench presses, stra<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g.<br />
"Hello mate," i do my best Oz accent, "ready to work out?"<br />
"Just a light one today" he answers modestly.<br />
"Were you out last night, too much to dr<strong>in</strong>k?"<br />
"A couple. Work hard, party hard. No time to sleep" He<br />
pushed out reps, "Up at 7am for gym tra<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g then back to bed<br />
for a siesta laters."<br />
“The way to spot a ladyboy is <strong>in</strong> the way she walks. Like this<br />
one; you see the way she shifts her bum <strong>in</strong> the air, all tight like<br />
tennis balls?”<br />
“Yip”<br />
“That’s the ladyboy walk”<br />
“They all walk like that!”<br />
“Most; they’ve got it here between the legs”<br />
He took it upon himself to advise me on the local scene whilst<br />
coach<strong>in</strong>g me on hardcore body build<strong>in</strong>g techniques.<br />
On top of his fitness commitments Steve ran his own,<br />
unlicensed bus<strong>in</strong>ess. He f<strong>in</strong>anced his stay here buy<strong>in</strong>g local<br />
goods then sell<strong>in</strong>g them on at a marked up price back <strong>in</strong> Oz.<br />
This was the bus<strong>in</strong>ess he was so reluctant to tell me about when<br />
we first got talk<strong>in</strong>g presumably because he did not have a valid<br />
work permit – they’re of such importance here.<br />
And also he ran a sidel<strong>in</strong>e as a self employed tour guide for all<br />
his Ozzie mates, who came to Pattaya for party<strong>in</strong>g. There
weren’t enough hours <strong>in</strong> the day, he told me.<br />
His mates came over a week or two at a time. Steve’d do his<br />
guided tour of the best bars, places to eat then give advice on<br />
what and what not to do with the <strong>Thai</strong>s, while they chose which<br />
girl they wanted. A k<strong>in</strong>d of sex shr<strong>in</strong>k for eager but <strong>in</strong>experienced<br />
Antipodeans. When one gang went back, more of his mates<br />
would fly over and he’d do the same party th<strong>in</strong>g with them.<br />
“It was hard work” he reckoned but kept it up and seemed to<br />
really enjoy it. It got to be so well organized he’d send out<br />
letters; <strong>in</strong>vitations to bogus golf tournaments. His mates would<br />
get their <strong>in</strong>vites through the post, say<strong>in</strong>g to their wives over<br />
breakfast,<br />
"Honey, check this out. There's a golf tournament go<strong>in</strong>g on<br />
<strong>in</strong> Pattaya... I wouldn't want to miss this for the world. Do you<br />
m<strong>in</strong>d if i go?" ...but there was no tournament. The only sport<br />
they’d participate <strong>in</strong> was the odd game of pool. Or they’d watch<br />
a footie match on TV. They were there to shag <strong>Thai</strong> girls, on a<br />
geezer’s holiday beh<strong>in</strong>d the back of anyone Aussie land.<br />
At least that’s the way made out.<br />
“Munner here’s hit the big five – O, haven’t you mate?”<br />
“Damn sure i have”<br />
“Really, he doesn’t look a month past forty.”<br />
“No. I’m not. I’m only 38”<br />
“We mean he’s had fifty shags” Steve advised.<br />
“All <strong>Thai</strong> girls” he said with a smile on his face.<br />
“Not <strong>in</strong>clud<strong>in</strong>g the wife then” I presumed.<br />
“I’m not married.”<br />
“Good”<br />
“Phil’s the only one who’s married”<br />
“Hey, check this one out… Hello darl<strong>in</strong>g, where you go<strong>in</strong>g?”<br />
On occasion they’d wake <strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g after the night before<br />
and f<strong>in</strong>d themselves with a ladyboy.<br />
“Strewth!”
Some of his mates dabbled <strong>in</strong> drugs. Accord<strong>in</strong>g to Steve they<br />
took Yabba a mix of ephedr<strong>in</strong>e amphetam<strong>in</strong>e, which translated<br />
means “Crazy Medic<strong>in</strong>e”. And that’s exactly what it is. I asked<br />
Steve if he used drugs.<br />
“Absolutely not!” he answered but how where to get them if<br />
i wanted some.<br />
“<strong>Thai</strong> girls suck” said Brad<br />
“Will you look at that! Now that is a f<strong>in</strong>e booty!” Phil said<br />
ogl<strong>in</strong>g Anchalee’s beh<strong>in</strong>d. I started to get annoyed. “Did your<br />
mate not tell you that our girlfriends are off limits?”<br />
“Actually… he did. I’m just mess<strong>in</strong>g with you, mate”<br />
Monday morn<strong>in</strong>g i was due an early morn<strong>in</strong>g jog with Steve,<br />
stood wait<strong>in</strong>g outside the complex when i arrived fifteen<br />
m<strong>in</strong>utes late.<br />
“Fit and ready!” he said.<br />
“Ready as ever”<br />
“What are you eat<strong>in</strong>g?” enquired Steve.<br />
“Shompoo”<br />
“I didn’t ask if you’d washed your hair” he cont<strong>in</strong>ued,<br />
“what’s that th<strong>in</strong>g”<br />
“Shompoo” i repeated, “not shampoo you dunce! It’s a rose<br />
apple” I <strong>in</strong>formed him and took another bite from the delicious<br />
light fruit that is actually a close relation to the apple family but<br />
with digestible sk<strong>in</strong>. We got <strong>in</strong>to a stride.<br />
He was taller than i was but his bulk weighed him down.<br />
“Phil’s still sleep<strong>in</strong>g it off”<br />
“Where’s Munner?” I asked<br />
“Fuck knows. Probably at the Police station”<br />
“The Tamblowat took him away!” i exclaimed, “That’s<br />
serious”<br />
“You got to show them a bit of respect, you know”<br />
“Of course. Do you th<strong>in</strong>k they’ll let him out?”<br />
“For Yabba! F<strong>in</strong>e, bail, deported. Noth<strong>in</strong>g serious”
“No” i added<br />
“Check out the talent!” said Steve as along the footpath,<br />
casually idl<strong>in</strong>g on the benches were <strong>Thai</strong> girls dressed <strong>in</strong> black.<br />
Party girls bath<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g sun after a heavy night.<br />
"Looks like they never got a punter," Steve chipped <strong>in</strong>, then<br />
"I'd give her a go<strong>in</strong>g over."<br />
"We'll catch her on the way back," I suggested lead<strong>in</strong>g the<br />
runn<strong>in</strong>g. When Steve wasn't mak<strong>in</strong>g sexist comments about the<br />
women he ogled, he was s<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g Men at Work constantly as we<br />
ran “I saw them <strong>in</strong> concert last year.”<br />
“Brilliant”<br />
Back at the bar enjoy<strong>in</strong>g a rehydrat<strong>in</strong>g dr<strong>in</strong>k Steve and this guy,<br />
Omah and i conversed.<br />
“How far do you reckon we ran this morn<strong>in</strong>g?”<br />
“Ten kilometres exactly” Steve said. “I've counted that route<br />
on my bike.”<br />
“Ten kilos!”<br />
“I’m exhausted. Still i could still putt a few on the 19 th hole!”<br />
“The n<strong>in</strong>eteenth hole” Omah and I laughed<br />
“It just goes to show when you run as a team, you get more out<br />
of it"<br />
"I should come with you. I can run very well!" boasts Omah, "I<br />
ran with the Kenyan Olympic squad"<br />
"That's amaz<strong>in</strong>g,” I said <strong>in</strong>terested "The Kenyans make great<br />
runners because they're slim."<br />
“Yes. Every morn<strong>in</strong>g” he says “We run <strong>in</strong> Africa to a unified<br />
beat. Many people can be seen out runn<strong>in</strong>g”<br />
“You run from gun” Steve chips <strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong> an African accent. I<br />
chuckled but Omah cont<strong>in</strong>ued, “If you want to run like a<br />
Kenyan, you need some performance enhancers!”<br />
“Spr<strong>in</strong>gs on the soles of your shoes?”<br />
“No you nugget, drugs. Anabolicas. You need the Juicy<br />
Lucy”
“Then you will run very fast. As do I”<br />
“Okay,” I thought about it for a second, “Those th<strong>in</strong>gs are<br />
bad for you. They give you breasts and make you fat and they<br />
can cause arthritis.”<br />
“Don’t be such an old woman…”<br />
“You’ve been work<strong>in</strong>g out. Why not give yourself an edge?”<br />
“They were <strong>in</strong>vented <strong>by</strong> the Nazis; they’re poison”<br />
But they wouldn’t let it lie. They sat they’re badger<strong>in</strong>g me,<br />
us<strong>in</strong>g persuasive methods which <strong>in</strong>cluded peer pressure and<br />
Puniverse jibes. In the end i gave <strong>in</strong>.<br />
“Let’s say i did want to use steroids… Where would i get<br />
them?”<br />
“You buy them from a pharmacist on the Sukhumvit Road.<br />
Doctor Wong's” Steve’s eyes brightened as he satisfied his<br />
obsession with the road to Bangkok, “And they might solve<br />
your little problem with that Annie bird.”<br />
“What problem's that then?” I asked and suddenly wished i<br />
hadn't.<br />
“Come on mate, everyone <strong>in</strong> the Tiger Bar knows about it,”<br />
“Do they now?”<br />
“Yip, even Omah's heard about it.” Steve looked seriously at<br />
me then turned to Omah. "Haven't you mate?"<br />
I turned to Omah, “Would you like to let me <strong>in</strong> on what<br />
everyone's talk<strong>in</strong>g about?”<br />
“Listen, Dave” he put his hand on my shoulder “a couple of<br />
<strong>in</strong>jections from Dr. Wong and you'll have a hard on the size of<br />
the Eifel tower.” They both burst <strong>in</strong>to a roar of laughter. I did<br />
not f<strong>in</strong>d it funny; look<strong>in</strong>g around self consciously then lean<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>in</strong> and lower<strong>in</strong>g my voice; i spoke firmly, “I do not have a<br />
problem,” I declared, “It just so happens that Annie and i enjoy<br />
plenty of erections. But i will go and see Dr. Wong if it suits<br />
you. I could do with enlarg<strong>in</strong>g my biceps; but only my biceps.”<br />
Steve was always the joker. The self-proclaimed k<strong>in</strong>g of bar
talk, but i saw through his dr<strong>in</strong>k-b<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g, womaniz<strong>in</strong>g and<br />
arrogant chauv<strong>in</strong>istic attitude as merely a front. Underneath the<br />
facade was a genu<strong>in</strong>e, sensitive guy who had basically been let<br />
down <strong>in</strong> love one time too many. His jokes - funny or not - were<br />
a defense mechanism used to brush th<strong>in</strong>gs off; a disguise to<br />
subterfuge his sensitive nature.<br />
“Lets knock back one more then call it a night,” he said<br />
f<strong>in</strong>ish<strong>in</strong>g off his last, “I want to be drunk when i bang the<br />
missus."<br />
After say<strong>in</strong>g good<strong>by</strong>e to Steve and Omah i went to the Tiger<br />
Bar but Annie was nowhere to be seen. Then she pulled up <strong>in</strong> a<br />
Vitara. As she got out of the car i saw her hug and kiss this<br />
older man good<strong>by</strong>e. She came to me all smiles, bounc<strong>in</strong>g<br />
vibrantly along the path,<br />
“Who was that?”<br />
“My father”<br />
“That was your father!” I was momentarily dumbfounded<br />
and stuttered, “You should have <strong>in</strong>troduced us”<br />
“He have go Bangkok. Big bus<strong>in</strong>ess” she said and rolled her<br />
eyes.<br />
I can’t believe that <strong>Thai</strong> people are so openly affectionate; i<br />
also wondered why her father looked only a few years older<br />
than Ae and had blonde hair.<br />
“Are you ready?” Tonight we were go<strong>in</strong>g out for d<strong>in</strong>ner to a<br />
rather fancy restaurant. Restaurants here cost a fraction of those<br />
<strong>in</strong> Europe, hence i was able to lavish her with extravagant treats<br />
without dent<strong>in</strong>g my bank balance. It was the perfect even<strong>in</strong>g for<br />
us both.<br />
On this particular occasion we ate at Francesco’s, which<br />
served <strong>Thai</strong> and foreign food; cordial was the mood. After<br />
d<strong>in</strong>ner which consisted of fried noodles, bruschetta and<br />
imported w<strong>in</strong>e i brandished a jewelry box from my shirt pocket.<br />
Inside was a silver r<strong>in</strong>g…
I was due to go and meet Annie at 10pm as i did on most<br />
nights. After shower<strong>in</strong>g i flicked through the T.V look<strong>in</strong>g for<br />
someth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> English. They showed news bullet<strong>in</strong>s; pictures<br />
displayed drug dealers arrested for possession with <strong>in</strong>tent,<br />
mach<strong>in</strong>e guns <strong>in</strong> the boot of a car, reenact<strong>in</strong>g the crime on film<br />
us<strong>in</strong>g the actual perpetrators as actors; it seemed surreal. I had<br />
to switch to local music, tun<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> as i dressed to go out.<br />
Then began the open<strong>in</strong>g credits of a movie <strong>in</strong> French and<br />
subtitled – on one of the foreign cable channels. I became<br />
amused after the first five m<strong>in</strong>utes. I enjoy a good foreign film<br />
and stayed <strong>in</strong> to watch it. By the time it had ended the time was<br />
approach<strong>in</strong>g midnight. I arrived at Google and was dismayed to<br />
see another bloke talk<strong>in</strong>g to Anchalee -chatt<strong>in</strong>g her up. I can<br />
hardly say I was pleased. This time i promised that i wouldn’t<br />
steer clear out of etiquette; sitt<strong>in</strong>g at an adjacent table patiently<br />
wait<strong>in</strong>g my turn with the most sought after lady <strong>in</strong> Tiger Bar.<br />
Oppositely, i walked straight over to their table littered with<br />
beer bottles and an ashtray full of butts.<br />
"So, how's it go<strong>in</strong>g folks?" I quizzed, audaciously <strong>in</strong>terupt<strong>in</strong>g<br />
their little chat.<br />
"Crikey, didn’t see you com<strong>in</strong>g there. Good to see you<br />
mate," replied Steve; Anchalee waied me.<br />
"What are you two talk<strong>in</strong>g about?"<br />
"Football," Steve said, "Ozzie rules!" He knew that would<br />
frustrate me; growl<strong>in</strong>g as he spoke he put his arm around her<br />
waist, "I was just becom<strong>in</strong>g reacqua<strong>in</strong>ted with the little lady."<br />
“Reaqua<strong>in</strong>ted?”<br />
“Well, you’ve told me so much about her mate; already i feel
like i know her!”<br />
"Get me a tiger would you?" I ordered for a change from the<br />
elephant beer and Annie waited off. As she did i caught<br />
Steve observ<strong>in</strong>g her rear. "Not bad," he w<strong>in</strong>ked.<br />
"What do you th<strong>in</strong>k you are do<strong>in</strong>g here?" I spoke firmly.<br />
"Hav<strong>in</strong>g a beer" Steve stated the obvious.<br />
"I can see that... You haven't." I said as a shcok<strong>in</strong>g sus[ision<br />
dawned on me.<br />
“What?” he just gazed and with a wry smirk, shrugged his<br />
shoulders like butter wouldn’t melt.<br />
Annie returned to the table <strong>in</strong> between serv<strong>in</strong>g dr<strong>in</strong>ks. She<br />
was act<strong>in</strong>g all moody, ask<strong>in</strong>g me why i hadn't shown up earlier<br />
like I had promised.<br />
"Firstly, i never promised i'd be here." I defended my<br />
position, "Besides, i wanted to stay home and watch a movie. Is<br />
that not alright?"<br />
"You want watch movie?" she's all jealous, and about to<br />
throw someth<strong>in</strong>g at me, i can tell, "What you watch?"<br />
"Pas de Panique. A French film, with subtitles…" i answered<br />
with aslight exageration, "you know, words on the bottom" I<br />
echoed my speech with an <strong>in</strong>-synch hand gesture.<br />
"Mai kow chai!”<br />
I thought it sweet that she thought i was cheat<strong>in</strong>g and i, the<br />
same of her.<br />
“Lets go to Chalkie’s. Shoot some pool!” Steve suggested<br />
enthusiastically.<br />
“I should stay here…”<br />
“You go,” Annie <strong>in</strong>sisted, “Have good time,”<br />
“Sure?”<br />
“Come on buddy,”<br />
Steve and I left for Chalkie’s on another booze cruise.<br />
“What’s the score?”<br />
“Three nil to me”
As we drank beer and played five-ball, the latest Euro chart<br />
hits play<strong>in</strong>g out, Steve blathered on about bus<strong>in</strong>ess. I was surely<br />
subdued.<br />
“I was go<strong>in</strong>g to set up a bus<strong>in</strong>ess sell<strong>in</strong>g steroids onl<strong>in</strong>e <strong>in</strong> the<br />
UK two years ago when i was <strong>in</strong> London”<br />
"I couldn't f<strong>in</strong>d his place. There's a load of pharmacies on the<br />
Sukhumvit"<br />
"Yeah, and they probably all sell roids. I didn't want to say<br />
anyth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>front of Omah, you know what those Africans are<br />
like with money. I've got a bus<strong>in</strong>ess plan and i thought you<br />
might like to come <strong>in</strong> on it..."<br />
"Go on..."<br />
"Steroids can be bought over the counter here for a fraction of<br />
the cost overseas. I shipped them to my mates <strong>in</strong> Oz and made a<br />
big mark up... I was th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g we could do the same, sell<strong>in</strong>g on<br />
the U.K. market. You could do some of your Internet gagetry,<br />
(Russan email)" I gave him a nod and an expression of<br />
enthusiasm.<br />
“Here’s a sample,” he put a p<strong>in</strong>k pill <strong>in</strong> my hand.<br />
“What is it?”<br />
“Anabol; from Doctor Wong” he said w<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g. Then he<br />
stroked his cue, cannon<strong>in</strong>g the black off the cushion onto my<br />
red hung over the pocket, knocked it clear <strong>in</strong>to the baulk and<br />
dropped.<br />
“Woo ho. That’s five-nil mate, and another round on you.”<br />
I was absolutely livid as i went to the bar to <strong>by</strong> him yet<br />
another G&T.<br />
“What do you want?” asked Bart.<br />
“Mai <strong>Thai</strong>”<br />
“When you play the shot you’ve got to make sure your<br />
cue<strong>in</strong>g straight; otherwise as you stroke the cue will strike off
target.”<br />
Pools your game. My sport is golf<br />
“Is it? What’s your handicap?”<br />
“I’ve had a hip replacement”<br />
“Ha, ha, ha mate. You need to pitch & putt”<br />
Our digress<strong>in</strong>g chat dw<strong>in</strong>dled, our concentration distracted as a<br />
tanned pair of slim legs <strong>in</strong>side a black dress swanked past us<br />
and onto a barstool. I got an idea,<br />
“How about a little wager?”<br />
“Hit me”<br />
“That broad who just sat down… Don’t stare!”<br />
“Okay, i see her”<br />
“I bet you a hundred baht that i leave with her before you’ve<br />
f<strong>in</strong>ished that dr<strong>in</strong>k”<br />
“Christ. You are on!”<br />
“Double or squits”<br />
He downed his G&T then burped rudely.<br />
“Watch me!” I said and made a move. She noticed me<br />
com<strong>in</strong>g, approach<strong>in</strong>g from beh<strong>in</strong>d.<br />
“Excuse me, i couldn’t help but notice you from over there.”<br />
“What your name?”<br />
“Katya” she spoke slowly emphacis<strong>in</strong>g the end tone. Her<br />
face was pretty, enhanced <strong>by</strong> a lot of make up and dark<br />
mascara. Her lip, sultrily crooked.<br />
“And you?”<br />
I paused, “Douglas”<br />
Then i asked “Where are you from, Katya?”<br />
“I am from Russia”<br />
“What do you do?”<br />
“I come here for holiday, take a break from work”<br />
I w<strong>in</strong>ked at Steve.<br />
“You speak very good English.”<br />
“Thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t…”
“Excuse me” Steve said before putt<strong>in</strong>g his hand on my<br />
shoulder, “is this man bother<strong>in</strong>g you?”<br />
“No he’s be<strong>in</strong>g quite charm<strong>in</strong>g”<br />
“We were just to become acqua<strong>in</strong>ted”<br />
He leant <strong>in</strong> and speak<strong>in</strong>g directly to me said,<br />
“Sorry buddy, but a bet’s a bet”<br />
We walked home via Subway. I held her hand and my sub <strong>in</strong><br />
the other.<br />
“Gambl<strong>in</strong>g is illegal <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>land”<br />
“If you don’t pay I’m go<strong>in</strong>g to kick your arse!”<br />
“Want to play for a thousand?”<br />
I won't say anyth<strong>in</strong>g to Foon about your misehaviour with the<br />
girls here..."<br />
“I wouldn’t worry; she doesn’t speak a word of English”<br />
In the early hours, back at Annie’s, her and i had a little heart to<br />
heart. I quizzed her about the Aussie.<br />
"You know that guy Steve?"<br />
"He come to the bar sometime"<br />
"Yes. Did he pay your f<strong>in</strong>e?" I <strong>in</strong>terrogated. She shook her<br />
head, "Annie, you would tell me the truth wouldn't you?"<br />
She nodded.<br />
“I don’t m<strong>in</strong>d you see<strong>in</strong>g Falangs just nobody i know, okay”<br />
She nodded aga<strong>in</strong>.<br />
Okay, crisis over. No problems. Noth<strong>in</strong>g had happened; they<br />
were just friends. Accord<strong>in</strong>g to Steve, Anchalee was not his<br />
type. And Anchalee made a promise to steer clear of Steve, his<br />
mates and anyone else whom on my <strong>in</strong>sistence is out of bounds.
She dropped me off at the end of Sai Song and i walked and<br />
walked around aga<strong>in</strong><br />
“Nong! Its you!”<br />
She paused before it clicked, “David… So pleased see you.”<br />
We embraced.<br />
“Why you not come see me?”<br />
“I tried… I looked all over for your house. You gave me the<br />
wrong address,” nsult<strong>in</strong>g her <strong>by</strong> address<strong>in</strong>g her as a stupid<br />
someone.<br />
“No. I tell you where i live on the phone.”<br />
“You did not, you told me the wrong place”<br />
We were argu<strong>in</strong>g already.<br />
“Soi sip”<br />
“Yes soi sip at the other end of town,”<br />
She paused. “You take the wrong one.”<br />
I’d of thought that was obvious, nodd<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
“It’s just round the corner. You want me show you where i<br />
live?”<br />
“Sure” I embraced the idea and we walked off down the<br />
street slowly catch<strong>in</strong>g up on the latest news from the clan.<br />
Apparantly her sister had left Cambodia and was now way<br />
down south near Kuala Lumpa,<br />
“How does she f<strong>in</strong>d the heat?” I asked<br />
“HOT!” Nong replied.<br />
“I guess she is used to it”<br />
“But next week she go S<strong>in</strong>gapore. It will be very – this high.<br />
What do you do <strong>in</strong> Pattaya?” She said. Her question put me on<br />
the spot but i had no need to lie. I mentioned Steve and my<br />
friends at the Tiger Bar.<br />
“How come you say come visit me and then not show up,<br />
Dave? And now you are just stand<strong>in</strong>g there next to me!”<br />
“I know, its weird.”<br />
“This is it, my place” she stopped outside a qua<strong>in</strong>t little
chalet.<br />
“You live here!” I was surprised. I’d been walk<strong>in</strong>g past<br />
Nong’s house every day for a month, “This is Soi sip sam!”<br />
“Uh huh” she confirmed.<br />
“Is this what you do? Your job”<br />
“Uh-huh. You want massage?”<br />
I’d cheated on annie. It was revenge, an act of, meanness.<br />
Annie and her flatmate and this other girl; Nong - buzzed<br />
around the place. Nong stood <strong>in</strong> front of the mirror prepar<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
go out. After f<strong>in</strong>ish<strong>in</strong>g her make up she hitched her skirt up an<br />
<strong>in</strong>ch. I tried not to watch as we sat on the floor to eat some spicy<br />
pork soup and sticky rice. Annie’s phone rang; she answered<br />
with a mascul<strong>in</strong>e voice, “hello;”<br />
Then she said, “I not be there, tnight. Me not work<strong>in</strong>g” I did<br />
not know what to make oof it, she was speak<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> English to a<br />
man as if i was not even <strong>in</strong> the room. She f<strong>in</strong>ished the call quick<br />
I asked, “who was that?”<br />
She said, “Farang; i pretend be ladyboy otherwise he call me,<br />
call me, call me.” I left it at that.<br />
Moments later, Annie was do<strong>in</strong>g the wash<strong>in</strong>g up and hos<strong>in</strong>g the<br />
kitchen. As i decl<strong>in</strong>ed the meal and went <strong>in</strong> to speak to her, i<br />
saw her fiddl<strong>in</strong>g, attach<strong>in</strong>g the hose to the taps. Curs<strong>in</strong>g as she<br />
dropped one end she compla<strong>in</strong>ed that she was busy and that i<br />
was distract<strong>in</strong>g her simply <strong>by</strong> offer<strong>in</strong>g to help. What a wench!<br />
As her back was turned i picked up the spare end of the hose<br />
and put my thumb over the hole - for a joke - anticipat<strong>in</strong>g a<br />
gush of water would spray over her but when she turned it on<br />
the hose spat back and dislodged itself from the tap. It somehow<br />
managed to bust the faucet; water flowed out the ma<strong>in</strong>s.<br />
“Look what you make me do” she grumped.<br />
I tried to stick my thumb <strong>in</strong> the hole to stop the flow of water,<br />
and suggested she turn the ma<strong>in</strong> tap off wherever it was. Ae was
go<strong>in</strong>g mental and her friends -hear<strong>in</strong>g the commotion as the<br />
water gushed out- came <strong>in</strong> to meddle. I got my head down to<br />
stopp<strong>in</strong>g the random flow of runn<strong>in</strong>g water us<strong>in</strong>g my thumb to<br />
block the flow. Ae went out to f<strong>in</strong>d the local plumber. I stood<br />
there like a melon and tried to expla<strong>in</strong> to Nok hover<strong>in</strong>g over me,<br />
“She t<strong>in</strong>g tong… Its not my fault. I can fix this.”<br />
“Why don’t you just fuck off?” she replied nastily, dent<strong>in</strong>g<br />
my feel<strong>in</strong>gs. Some little Ch<strong>in</strong>ese-like guy came <strong>in</strong>to the flat<br />
with his toolbox. I likened him to Mr. Miagi. He fixed the leak<br />
with<strong>in</strong> m<strong>in</strong>utes with some amateur assistance from me. He left;<br />
situation over. I sulked, smok<strong>in</strong>g a cigarette on the veranda.<br />
Inside i heard the girl’s shar<strong>in</strong>g a conversation <strong>in</strong> their own<br />
language. I couldn’t understand what they were say<strong>in</strong>g but i<br />
sensed it was about me.<br />
I had decided i'd had quite enough of Pattaya. The late<br />
nights, the noise, the pollution all culm<strong>in</strong>at<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to a big<br />
headache for me. I was sick of wak<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the afternoon with a<br />
hangover that lasted all day. My body was polluted, head<br />
ach<strong>in</strong>g; i felt nauseous and downright sick.<br />
I was about to tell Annie that i was leav<strong>in</strong>g, and hence we<br />
wouldn't see each other for a while, if ever. I had a script<br />
arranged with a justifiable excuse and a plan for the future to<br />
ensure we would still be <strong>in</strong> touch with one another whatever<br />
happened.<br />
“Annie listen. I have to leave Patt; someth<strong>in</strong>g came up,<br />
someth<strong>in</strong>g personal which i don’t have time to expla<strong>in</strong> to you<br />
right now – you probably wouldn’t understand me anyway but -<br />
i have to leave here. We can still communicate on <strong>in</strong>ternet chat<br />
sites…” I planned the speech <strong>in</strong> my head, rehears<strong>in</strong>g the best<br />
way to break it to her. I had to expect a very probable overreaction.<br />
Before i could say one word, she looked <strong>in</strong> my eyes<br />
then dropped them and told me she was pregnant.<br />
“Oh dear God”
At first i was thrilled. A little shocked but pleased none the less.<br />
My very own ba<strong>by</strong>, half <strong>Thai</strong>-half Farang. An egg <strong>in</strong> the nest.<br />
But given time to s<strong>in</strong>k <strong>in</strong>, consider<strong>in</strong>g the implications -the<br />
future i would be obliged to see through i wasn’t sure i wanted<br />
it. I would be tied to Anchalee forever and everyone would<br />
`know we were together. It seemed a big commitment.<br />
I could have walked away just like my father did, ignor<strong>in</strong>g<br />
my responsibility, left <strong>Thai</strong>land and forgot about it. I know a lot<br />
of men do that wehter they choose to or not. Its their porogative.<br />
But i couldn't. My kid may be sixteen before they miss their<br />
father. Down on their luck and f<strong>in</strong>ancially tied. Runn<strong>in</strong>g away<br />
from problems at home. How could i not be there for them<br />
then?<br />
I thought about it and thought about it. Then i got really<br />
drunk and thought about it more. I drank so much my heart<br />
burned. I spoke with strangers and i talked to Steve. In the end it<br />
became clear what i had to do.<br />
"Pregnant!" Steve blurted, repeat<strong>in</strong>g what i'd told him. I<br />
hushed him look<strong>in</strong>g over my shoulder, seek<strong>in</strong>g discretion. He<br />
wouldn't know the mean<strong>in</strong>g of the word.<br />
“Are you sure?”<br />
“Pretty damn sure” I <strong>in</strong>sisted<br />
“Its just some of these girls,” he elevated his chest as if he<br />
was about to hurl, “they lie and deceive naive, young, foreign<br />
fellows like yourself”<br />
“I am not naive. She passed a pregnancy test”<br />
He looked at me condescend<strong>in</strong>gly, “A preg test?”<br />
“Yes. A pregnancy test from Dr. Wong”<br />
“Jesus Christ Dave, girls round here keep those th<strong>in</strong>gs<br />
stashed <strong>in</strong> their knickers, specifically to con punks like you <strong>in</strong>to<br />
th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g that they are pregnant. Women pay up to a thousand<br />
baht for a positive preg test,”<br />
“So you’re say<strong>in</strong>g she’s tricked me; she’s ly<strong>in</strong>g”
“Its happened before. A girl done it to one of my mates”<br />
“But what if she isn’t? I mean what if she is really pregnant;<br />
what do you th<strong>in</strong>k i should do then?” I quizzed.<br />
And he said "Take her up the Sukhumvit Road and get an<br />
abortion <strong>in</strong> Bangkok. That's what i did and i don’t regret it."<br />
“Foon had an abortion..!”<br />
“It wasn’t Foon for cry<strong>in</strong>g out loud. It’s some slapper i<br />
banged <strong>in</strong> Patpong.” he said uncar<strong>in</strong>gly.<br />
“I’m surprised you bothered to fork out for that.” i said, sat<br />
there mortified at his downright meanness. At first i thought<br />
Steve was a funny guy; now i realized he’s utterly degrad<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
mank<strong>in</strong>d. Yet i enjoyed the favorable light his character shone<br />
on m<strong>in</strong>e and felt at that moment that the <strong>Thai</strong>’s deserved this<br />
treatment. Anyhow, Annie’s pregnant, i know she is and i’m<br />
obviously go<strong>in</strong>g to have to decide for myself what the best way<br />
to go for both of us.<br />
He l<strong>in</strong>ed up his shots like Steven Hendry at the Crucible,<br />
played and potted a spot then made his way around the table,<br />
“I’ve been th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g why don’t you and Ae come out for<br />
d<strong>in</strong>ner with me and the missus? Foon would love to meet you<br />
and it would be a good excuse for her to get off work,”<br />
I couldn’t refuse; i had nowhere else to turn. At least Steve<br />
spoke fluent <strong>in</strong> a language i could understand. Besides he was<br />
right, it made sense. Get her away from all those bad <strong>Thai</strong><br />
<strong>in</strong>fluences repeatedly encourag<strong>in</strong>g her to mess with my head.<br />
Foon used to work the bars; they’d have someth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> common.<br />
Anchalee would see how happy Foon was and maybe wish to be<br />
the same.<br />
Annie and Foon got on like they were old school friends.<br />
Me and Steve did our best to chaperone.<br />
“Did you see Dr. Wong?”<br />
“Can we talk about this some other time?”<br />
“Why?”
“Tonight, Annie's here and Foon…”<br />
“So, they're not gonna understand what we're talk<strong>in</strong>g about,<br />
are they?”<br />
“They may do. In fact they probably use Dr. Wong’s for<br />
their contraception”<br />
“Come on buddy. Lighten up”<br />
“Can we just leave it?” he looked at me funny, “let us enjoy<br />
our even<strong>in</strong>g with the girls”<br />
"Okay, but we'll f<strong>in</strong>ish this discussion tomorrow, over a<br />
beer."<br />
We returned from the gents and the food had been served.<br />
“Where you go? You two toilet long time.”<br />
“Just powder<strong>in</strong>g my nose,” Steve said.<br />
“And I was hav<strong>in</strong>g a… Number 2” They didn’t get it. I<br />
turned to Foon, “Steve tells me you’re a wonderful cook… Gk<strong>in</strong><br />
kow” Smiles.<br />
Dur<strong>in</strong>g d<strong>in</strong>ner Foon and Annie got on like old school friends,<br />
talk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> their customary high pitched voices. Steve and i<br />
avoided the usual sexist rhetoric and were able to susta<strong>in</strong> a<br />
reasonable conversation <strong>in</strong> between mouthfuls of spicy fried<br />
rice, occasionally digress<strong>in</strong>g to a tedious repetition of the same<br />
pidg<strong>in</strong> words caused <strong>by</strong> a fundamental lack of understand<strong>in</strong>g<br />
each other’s native tongue.<br />
“Beats a t<strong>in</strong> of beans; don’t you th<strong>in</strong>k?”<br />
In between courses it was the ladies turn to visit the wash room.<br />
“What were they on about?” I asked Steve who looked as<br />
bemused as i – sound<strong>in</strong>g paranoid. “Did you say someth<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
Foon; is that what they’re talk<strong>in</strong>g about?”<br />
“That Annie’s pregnant…”<br />
“Shh… Stop say<strong>in</strong>g that word. I’m sure they’d know what<br />
that means <strong>in</strong> English. There not as stupid as you th<strong>in</strong>k Steve”<br />
“Mate; i have not said anyth<strong>in</strong>g to Foon, she wouldn’t know<br />
anyth<strong>in</strong>g; unless Anchalee’s told her herself”
“And she probably has, let’s face it.”<br />
“Maybe. Who knows eh?”<br />
“What are you go<strong>in</strong>g to do now?”<br />
“What can i do?”<br />
` “Give her the abortion. It’s the best option”<br />
“How much do you th<strong>in</strong>k an abortion would cost though?<br />
What did you pay when you had it done?”<br />
“Ten thousand”<br />
“Dollars?”<br />
“Baht. But it was three years ago, with the global economy<br />
the way it is these days i would estimate you’d pay around four<br />
thousand five hundred; maybe less.”<br />
“What is funny about this?”<br />
“Noth<strong>in</strong>g. I’m try<strong>in</strong>g to help you. Its go<strong>in</strong>g to cost you<br />
200quid. That’s all; give her the money and get off the hook.”<br />
“I haven’t got 200quid.” My voice broke.<br />
“You must have money somewhere!”<br />
“Actually, i have. I’ve got a gold r<strong>in</strong>g wedged up my arse,<br />
you wouldn’t happen to have a pair of pliers on you, would<br />
you?” I joked, Steve didn’t laugh.<br />
“Well i haven’t got it if that’s what you’re angl<strong>in</strong>g after.”<br />
“Forget it pal. I’ll sort out some other way.”<br />
Well that was that. The d<strong>in</strong>ner had been a shambles. I was a<br />
nervous wreck until Steve and i downed a bottle of mart<strong>in</strong>i that<br />
the girls decl<strong>in</strong>ed to dr<strong>in</strong>k. I embarrassed my girlfriend and<br />
<strong>in</strong>sulted the restaurant staff, god forbid the whole of <strong>Thai</strong>land.<br />
I had to expla<strong>in</strong> to her that i didn't love her anymore. Tell her<br />
that we couldn't be together nor could we have the ba<strong>by</strong>. Lie<br />
blatantly, to protect myself and our unborn child. I had to make<br />
her th<strong>in</strong>k she wasn't wanted and wouldn't be cared for; that the<br />
best th<strong>in</strong>g for her to do was have the abortion.<br />
"Don't let them know you care" Steve's bad advice ran<br />
through my head. I looked straight at her, <strong>in</strong>to those beautiful
dark eyes i’d glimpsed <strong>in</strong>to. I tried to f<strong>in</strong>d the words i’d<br />
rehearsed earlier but, noth<strong>in</strong>g came out. I couldn't br<strong>in</strong>g myself<br />
to do it. I did not want to hurt her feel<strong>in</strong>gs; i didn't even want to<br />
break up with her. Plan B flashed through my head.<br />
"Why don't we go away together?" I asked spontaneously.<br />
"Holiday!"<br />
"Yes. Phuket, Ko Phan-Ga; or Phi-Phi island? That's where<br />
they made The Beach," But i doubted she'd seen it.<br />
"We can go Issan. See Papa"<br />
“Issan,” I didn’t know it. I was not conv<strong>in</strong>ced.<br />
“The north. Now its ra<strong>in</strong> season, we k<strong>in</strong> kow” she stuck two<br />
f<strong>in</strong>gers <strong>in</strong> her throat.<br />
“Okay. I like kow; we’ll go to Issan.” With that it was set;<br />
we'd go up north to visit her family.<br />
A week later we were ready to shoot up there. I’d taken time off<br />
of work<strong>in</strong>g Steve’s Russian job.<br />
After see<strong>in</strong>g Annie i went to the Mod’s Bar to meet Steve and<br />
talk beezness. “I’m the brick and she’s the cement” he said.<br />
“What are you two talk<strong>in</strong>g about?”<br />
They were laugh<strong>in</strong>g as i sat down.<br />
They changed the subject. I figured they were talk<strong>in</strong>g about<br />
cross-cultural relationships and didn't want to br<strong>in</strong>g up the hot<br />
news concern<strong>in</strong>g Annie and i. I commented on the game on<br />
T.V. and how Newcastle won the FA Cup. Nok h<strong>in</strong>ted that she<br />
fancied Paul Gadco<strong>in</strong>e. The conversation quickly returned to<br />
<strong>Thai</strong> hospitality.<br />
"I was gonna go there, after i've been to Issan maybe i won't<br />
bother now.”<br />
"You’re go<strong>in</strong>g to Issan?" Steve's ears pricked up as Bart got<br />
back to work<br />
"Yeah Udon Thani. Anchalee and i" I sounded blaze.
"Yesterday you were gonna tell her to get lost."<br />
"So…" I defended my <strong>in</strong>ability to dump her, "I decided we need<br />
some time away; free of the negative <strong>in</strong>fluences of Pattaya."<br />
“What about the bus<strong>in</strong>ess?”<br />
“It can wait till i get back. Can’t it Steve?”<br />
The silence descended an atmosphere you could cut with a<br />
knife, as if i’d just stood on his big toe.<br />
“Whatever you have to do” Steve said.<br />
“It seems like the way to go, all th<strong>in</strong>gs considered.”<br />
"Strewth mate.” Steve restituted himself as the consolidat<strong>in</strong>g<br />
friend i needed, “I've warned you. You're go<strong>in</strong>g to get yourself<br />
<strong>in</strong> a right mess"<br />
I sat on the street corner dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g Chrysanthemum tea. It was<br />
ra<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g; the monsoon now upon us. Annette popped <strong>in</strong>to my<br />
m<strong>in</strong>d out of nowhere.<br />
� � � � � � �
If a s<strong>in</strong>gle member of a<br />
family eats,<br />
the whole family will not<br />
feel hungry<br />
3<br />
We were <strong>in</strong> the middle of mak<strong>in</strong>g love. It was<br />
Sunday. For d<strong>in</strong>ner we'd devoured chicken<br />
v<strong>in</strong>daloo, a spicy, ready meal from the<br />
supermarket. After d<strong>in</strong>ner we skipped desert and<br />
went for a natural metabolism boost; sex.<br />
We were just gett<strong>in</strong>g somewhere, sweat<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
groan<strong>in</strong>g and while i was bang<strong>in</strong>g her i<br />
accidentally broke w<strong>in</strong>d. I'd done it a couple of<br />
times before but on this occasion she found
particular distaste <strong>in</strong> my humour. Ann asked me to<br />
stop and i wouldn't, th<strong>in</strong>gs got a bit heated and it<br />
culm<strong>in</strong>ated <strong>in</strong> me alledgedly impos<strong>in</strong>g myself<br />
upon her. She called me a rapist and told me to get<br />
out, slapped me repeatedly and threw th<strong>in</strong>gs<br />
around.<br />
"That could of knocked me out!"<br />
"It was meant to" she replied<br />
"You can’t rape your own girlfriend” i told her,<br />
“What is the big deal? Sometimes i have flatulence<br />
that i can't control - it just comes out.” I argued, “I<br />
blame your cook<strong>in</strong>g". But this outraged her more,<br />
"Eat this" she hollered hurl<strong>in</strong>g a cheap vase at<br />
me which missed my head <strong>by</strong> an <strong>in</strong>ch.<br />
"Watch where you hurl those cheap ornaments."<br />
I shouted as she looked around for someth<strong>in</strong>g else<br />
to throw at me. She began to growl like a dog. I’d<br />
never seen a woman act like that before. It<br />
frightened me so i made to leave.<br />
"What a drama queen." I thought.<br />
"Don't come back" she shouted after.<br />
I went to dr<strong>in</strong>k myself silly then later, returned<br />
home and apologized. She forgave me. Situation<br />
over? But i was so wrought <strong>by</strong> this <strong>in</strong>cident i sent a<br />
letter to an Agony Aunt <strong>in</strong> a magaz<strong>in</strong>e talk<strong>in</strong>g<br />
about Annette’s over-reaction and seek<strong>in</strong>g advice. They<br />
presumed i had stirred suppressed feel<strong>in</strong>gs from her childhood.<br />
Miss. Cupid also said i was an <strong>in</strong>sensitive man with bad<br />
manners and should th<strong>in</strong>k twice before i bed a woman; which i<br />
thought was a little harsh. I had apologized after all.<br />
After a while the arguments became more frequent, over stupid<br />
stuff. I felt it was time to call it a day but i knew she'd be pretty<br />
cut up about it. I figured this was the best th<strong>in</strong>g for both of us<br />
and <strong>in</strong> time she would too. We decided to give it one last
chance.<br />
Annie and i set off early afternoon, Wan Athit on an adventure.<br />
Both excit<strong>in</strong>g, accompany<strong>in</strong>g, protect<strong>in</strong>g the other. I'd paid<br />
Annie's bar f<strong>in</strong>e for the night before -which to me seemed to me<br />
to be a po<strong>in</strong>tless act - and she had reserved one week’s holiday,<br />
unpaid. I booked two tickets to Sakkhon Nakkon/Udon Thani.<br />
Once at Ban Phai we would be picked up <strong>by</strong> Mr.<br />
Nonchalongsat, Annie’s Father.<br />
We played the number 9 game on the bus and had a picnic of<br />
sandwiches, seaweed and crisps, and sweet orange juice from<br />
plastic cups. Gaz<strong>in</strong>g out the w<strong>in</strong>dow, the countryside looked<br />
beautiful. On the <strong>in</strong>side Annie looked better.<br />
“What did you do for a liv<strong>in</strong>g before” I asked Anchalee.<br />
“You know what i do”<br />
“But you don’t work the bars <strong>in</strong> Udhon Thani!”<br />
She turned awkwardly <strong>in</strong> the seat to face me,<br />
“My parents grow rice, Dave.” I held her cold hand.<br />
As i felt a little apprehensive about the break, i found myself<br />
ask<strong>in</strong>g last m<strong>in</strong>ute questions as we approached Nakkhon about<br />
domestic customs <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>land and also character descriptions of<br />
her key family members, Her father, elder brothers and even her<br />
dog,<br />
"Does he bark at Farang?" I joked, half serious plann<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
make a good first impression. When walk<strong>in</strong>g up her driveway i<br />
found out he not only barked; he tried to bite.<br />
Annette used to have a cat. A furry g<strong>in</strong>ger th<strong>in</strong>g that made me<br />
sneeze. It was for that reason i never really liked it, but i'd<br />
stroke it sometimes.<br />
On one occasion i kicked it out the front door. In fact it was<br />
that damn g<strong>in</strong>ger pussycat that split us up for good…
"What are you th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g?" Anchalee <strong>in</strong>terrupted my thoughts<br />
strok<strong>in</strong>g my palm with her pa<strong>in</strong>ted f<strong>in</strong>gernails.<br />
"Noth<strong>in</strong>g." Noth<strong>in</strong>g i wanted to reveal. Old flames still<br />
burn<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> my heart. I was back on the bus with my girlfriend,<br />
my new, gorgeous <strong>Thai</strong> ladyfriend and eager to meet her family.<br />
Why was i spend<strong>in</strong>g this time mull<strong>in</strong>g over the past? Miss<strong>in</strong>g<br />
old acqua<strong>in</strong>tances; regrett<strong>in</strong>g th<strong>in</strong>gs i simply could not change,<br />
feel<strong>in</strong>g guilt whilst try<strong>in</strong>g to abscond myself from any blame.<br />
“Can i eat the last pow?” I held Annie's hand and pecked her<br />
cheek to make her feel wanted and to compensate for my short<br />
attention span. Then gazed out the w<strong>in</strong>dow and munched the<br />
last pow <strong>in</strong> our picnic.<br />
The journey took ages, or at least my arse felt that way as the<br />
wheels of the bus rolled along. Travell<strong>in</strong>g starts to suck when<br />
you’ve done it for way too long,<br />
“Its fun to travel, isn’t it?”<br />
“Fun” Ae slowly turned her had to me, adjacent to the<br />
pass<strong>in</strong>g scenery,<br />
“To travel” i added<br />
“Trawel” she mimicked. Then there was a pause.<br />
“What’s travell<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>?” I asked<br />
"Sawadee krap" the <strong>Thai</strong>'s came out to shake my hand. We<br />
were greeted with the warmest welcome from Anchalee's<br />
family. The dog barked me <strong>in</strong>to the house. Their home was very<br />
wooden <strong>in</strong> itself, which gave a primitive, ancient even majic<br />
feel; and what wasn’t wooden was made of metal. It was dark<br />
and smelled of <strong>in</strong>cense. On the walls were pictures of K<strong>in</strong>g<br />
Bhumibol and of countryside and military warships and a poster<br />
depict<strong>in</strong>g a Muay <strong>Thai</strong> boxer.<br />
The place was snug with character if a little foisty on the<br />
glands. We sat down at a table to eat. The d<strong>in</strong>ner was fuelled<br />
with conversation and though i couldn’t understand much - if
any of it at all, i got the dist<strong>in</strong>ct impression they all were talk<strong>in</strong>g<br />
about me. Little Lek was constantly burst<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to fits of<br />
laughter and it made me feel quite uneasy. I aspired to ignore<br />
this hurtful discourse and their liberal use of the F word.<br />
After d<strong>in</strong>ner, help<strong>in</strong>g Annie do the wash<strong>in</strong>g up i had to carry<br />
cold water up <strong>in</strong> buckets from outside as their tap had reduced<br />
to a mere drizzle. Yet the lack of more modern convenience was<br />
– I felt – a worthy exchange for the benefits of rurality.<br />
These people were shorter than i and their roof was low <strong>in</strong><br />
places, projectiles dangled from the ceil<strong>in</strong>g. I banged my head<br />
off someth<strong>in</strong>g like five times and developed a hunchback from<br />
bend<strong>in</strong>g over <strong>in</strong>to doorways while avoid<strong>in</strong>g the low roof. I had<br />
to condition myself to bend at the knee not the lower back.<br />
As it got darker we sat around loung<strong>in</strong>g, digest<strong>in</strong>g the food<br />
we had scoffed. Annie taught me some of the <strong>Thai</strong> language and<br />
i amused the entourage with my pronunciation.<br />
“In <strong>Thai</strong> we have forty-four symbol” said Annie.<br />
“Si sip si”<br />
The sound for each symbol is like a word <strong>in</strong> itself. They have no<br />
punctuation marks; commas, full stops, semi-colons etc. Their<br />
sentences just go on and on and on ¡s pronounced ae.<br />
Annie had her own bed <strong>in</strong> with her brothers and i slept outside<br />
<strong>in</strong> a hut made of bamboo. Her Mother was Indian – a Sikh and<br />
even though she had died when Annie was young her presence<br />
could still be felt <strong>in</strong> the house. When i first entered i made the<br />
god awful mistake of giv<strong>in</strong>g an un<strong>in</strong>tentional cold shoulder to<br />
her deity; the glorious Queen Shiva, Goddess of the country<br />
formerly known as H<strong>in</strong>dustan, who was positioned <strong>in</strong> a<br />
prom<strong>in</strong>ent place above the d<strong>in</strong>ner table.<br />
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” I bowed my head <strong>in</strong> a polite display of<br />
respect realiz<strong>in</strong>g who i’d <strong>in</strong>sulted but Annie’s Father still stared<br />
at me quite sternly.
“I thought it was just for ornamental purposes,” i said<br />
candidly jok<strong>in</strong>g, plead<strong>in</strong>g absolution on the ground of<br />
ignorance. But it was of no matter; i was to learn that Mr.<br />
Srisawang always looked stern - like Master Lee <strong>in</strong> Revenge of<br />
the Shaol<strong>in</strong> Fist.<br />
Annie took the time to teach me some of her dialect. She put her<br />
hand on my heart and said “khohn” wrote คน on paper and did<br />
her best to expla<strong>in</strong> its mean<strong>in</strong>g to me. Then she drew this, ขึงขัง<br />
khueng khang, and aga<strong>in</strong> Ae po<strong>in</strong>ted at me. It was extremely<br />
difficult to learn from Annie’s lesson as she knew not the<br />
English def<strong>in</strong>itions nor i much <strong>Thai</strong>. I patted my head and she<br />
said, “glao” and drew เกล�า<br />
“Glao” I mimicked as best i could as if a parrot were to chirp<br />
“cupboard”<br />
We spent Sunday even<strong>in</strong>g at the night market, feast<strong>in</strong>g on<br />
niblets of food - corn on the cob, sweet rice and pandan green<br />
custard, fried <strong>in</strong>sects, fruit shakes and more - sold for pennies.<br />
There were stalls and stalls of endless treats; a treasure troves<br />
worth of f<strong>in</strong>e handmade garments and iron masonry. I paid<br />
particular attention to a s<strong>in</strong>gle-bullet gun small enough to fit <strong>in</strong> a<br />
shirt pocket. A band played music and people danced to it. A<br />
<strong>Thai</strong> s<strong>in</strong>ger sang some songs from Creedence Clearwater<br />
Revival. The midnight moonlight shone a light on us.<br />
Back at home we got back drunk. I th<strong>in</strong>k Anchalee was drunk<br />
from her first ever alcoholic dr<strong>in</strong>k. We fumbled around and<br />
tripped over stuff <strong>in</strong> the dark then laughed under our breaths at<br />
disturb<strong>in</strong>g the peace. My politeness and her portrayal <strong>in</strong>hibited<br />
no more. It was so different to our time together <strong>in</strong> Pattaya. I’d<br />
almost forgotten the whole world existed outside of that place.
Now i was absorb<strong>in</strong>g the positives of my current surround<strong>in</strong>gs.<br />
Annie’s hometown.<br />
On Sunday afternoon Annie showed me the lake, the name<br />
of which i couldn't pronounce. We fed the ducks, talk<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
“I had a great time last night with you”<br />
“It was fun wasn’t it?”<br />
“Sure was”<br />
“And i th<strong>in</strong>k Issan is great, Udon Thani is a lovely place” I<br />
commented on what i’d seen of the city, and also the scenery<br />
around the lake. Greens and browns a lighter shade.<br />
"I th<strong>in</strong>k we are fall<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> love" I said romantically.<br />
"What mean, fall<strong>in</strong>g?"<br />
"What mean!" I wanted to demonstrate; stand<strong>in</strong>g on the<br />
bamboo table then remov<strong>in</strong>g my wallet i fell, quite deliberately<br />
with a splash <strong>in</strong>to the green water scar<strong>in</strong>g a few ducks as i did.<br />
She screamed and laughed at the same time.<br />
"I fell… I fell <strong>in</strong> love." I spluttered and she understood me,<br />
reach<strong>in</strong>g out a hand to help me out the water,<br />
I grasped her hand bear<strong>in</strong>g my weight on hers. She lost<br />
balance and toppled over after me, squeal<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
“I fell <strong>in</strong> love with you Anchalee” People heard and then<br />
watched as we fooled around <strong>in</strong> the water but nobody m<strong>in</strong>ded.<br />
The water was warm and the scorch<strong>in</strong>g sun dried us out aga<strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong><br />
no time.<br />
Back at Annie’s house we lay wrapped <strong>in</strong> a blanket; our clothes<br />
dry<strong>in</strong>g out on the patio. Still amused from my stunt at the lake<br />
she jokes, "You are a duck, quack,”<br />
“Quack”<br />
“QUACK!" waddl<strong>in</strong>g over to me on sparrow legs.<br />
“You are duck!”<br />
“Me no care!” she said,<br />
“Me no too”
“I not like to be duck. Me want boyfriend. Duck have no<br />
boyfriend”<br />
“Atleast ducks can swim” I said and she looked at me funny.<br />
Look<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to my eyes she said, "I’m fall<strong>in</strong>g love with you"<br />
It was slightly mispronounced but i understood her; returned her<br />
gaze for as long as i could without bl<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g, shar<strong>in</strong>g a moments<br />
<strong>in</strong>timacy with her liv<strong>in</strong>g, breath<strong>in</strong>g soul.<br />
“Whats fall<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>?”<br />
She thought for a moment,<br />
"Dtohk."<br />
"Djohk?"<br />
"Dtohk" she corrected.<br />
"Pom dtohk rak koon." I said "I fell <strong>in</strong> love with you" …<strong>in</strong><br />
<strong>Thai</strong> i th<strong>in</strong>k. But it is not the common phrase it is <strong>in</strong> English<br />
and i don't th<strong>in</strong>k it impressed her. But we both found our lake<br />
dive funny. And i meant everyth<strong>in</strong>g i said.<br />
"Do you want to get married?" I placed the palm of my hand<br />
on her stomach and felt a ba<strong>by</strong>’s kick.<br />
The conversation was <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>. Annie seemed irate, and as<br />
usual i could barely understand a word of it. Her brother was<br />
irritat<strong>in</strong>gly play<strong>in</strong>g with a w<strong>in</strong>d up car and mak<strong>in</strong>g an awful<br />
amount of noise so i asked him, “Aren’t you a bit old for toys?”<br />
He looked blankly at me. Then the lights were dimmed and she<br />
brought out this box, plac<strong>in</strong>g it curiously on the table before me.<br />
It was made of colored blue card, sealed with a ribbon. Attached<br />
on a piece of str<strong>in</strong>g was a label <strong>in</strong> bold English that read, PULL<br />
IT<br />
"Surprize!" They all shouted <strong>in</strong> unison and clapped and<br />
cheer<strong>in</strong>gly declared a toast. Annie hugged me as her brothers<br />
poured soda and whisky to carouse; expected me to down m<strong>in</strong>e<br />
<strong>in</strong> one. The mystery box had exploded with a fire-crack<strong>in</strong>g bang
exhum<strong>in</strong>g bits of colored paper like confetti on the table, the<br />
family and all over me and Anchalee. They all sang,<br />
"Happy Birvday to you,<br />
I jo<strong>in</strong>ed <strong>in</strong> the s<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
Happy Birvday to you”<br />
“Happy Birvday dear David”<br />
“Happy Birthday to you”<br />
I was stunned, disbeliev<strong>in</strong>g even. I wondered how they could<br />
have surprised me with this when only i knew that today i'd be<br />
twenty and i had chosen to keep that secret. There was only one<br />
recalled explanation. As we cont<strong>in</strong>ued the celebrations i took a<br />
moment and worked it all out…Annie had noticed my birth date<br />
when i showed her my passport that day <strong>in</strong> at Tiger, and she had<br />
memorized it. An easy one to remember be<strong>in</strong>g 6th June,<br />
"How sweet!" i thought to surprize me with a party present<br />
and so smart of her to remember the date. It proves they're not<br />
so dumb after all. I hugged her and then her brothers hugged<br />
me.<br />
"My brother" Lek gr<strong>in</strong>ned from ear to ear.<br />
"Brothers three" added Wan "like when we were kids."<br />
I was flattered. Celebrat<strong>in</strong>g a birthday i'd chose to ignore.<br />
Accepted <strong>by</strong> a genu<strong>in</strong>e <strong>Thai</strong> family; but i found myself<br />
contemporaneously wonder<strong>in</strong>g why Wan had described us as<br />
three brothers. Anchalee told me she had only two, Lek and<br />
Wan. Was i fill<strong>in</strong>g someone's place? Had her other brother died,<br />
or was he on drugs and did her father banished this undesirable<br />
from their home? Was Anchalee so embarrassed <strong>by</strong> it that she<br />
didn't even acknowledge her own flesh and blood existed? I<br />
couldn't know; it wasn't my bus<strong>in</strong>ess to but, the fact that she'd<br />
lied troubled me so much it over-shadowed my even<strong>in</strong>g and
almost spoiled the whole holiday. Did i know everyth<strong>in</strong>g about<br />
Anchalee? I lay <strong>in</strong> bed and wondered; then the follow<strong>in</strong>g day i<br />
asked her a serious question.<br />
Annie was wash<strong>in</strong>g up early that morn<strong>in</strong>g, had nam. I<br />
approached her as she bent over the bowl, placed my hand on<br />
her shoulder.<br />
“When we get back down south we have to go to Bangkok”<br />
“Bangkok?”<br />
“Yes, to see the Doctor; about the ba<strong>by</strong>”<br />
“Ba<strong>by</strong> okay”<br />
“No you don’t understand. I want you to have an abortion”<br />
“Abort…” she stammered, her eye’s cupid. I mimed kill<strong>in</strong>g<br />
as best i could; she didn’t take it very well. I could see her face<br />
was heartbroken and that broke m<strong>in</strong>e. But i cut my feel<strong>in</strong>gs off,<br />
barricaded them with my own hurt, and the bitterness the hurt<br />
had caused.<br />
Annie and i didn’t say very much to eachother after that. A<br />
while later we made to leave and say our good<strong>by</strong>es. Annie was<br />
<strong>in</strong> tears and though i had a feel<strong>in</strong>g i would never see her family<br />
aga<strong>in</strong> i, wasn’t. And though i had expected her father would<br />
mention the ba<strong>by</strong> and the abortion, he never said a word.<br />
Perhaps for fear of be<strong>in</strong>g misunderstood.<br />
The journey back to Pattaya was long and quite subdued, or at<br />
least Annie seemed that way. I on the other hand, was excited<br />
and eager to be back <strong>in</strong> Patt. I missed the beers and the freedom<br />
away from the restrictions of Annie’s watchful family. The<br />
village they lived <strong>in</strong> was pleasant but there wasn’t much to do. I<br />
looked forward to some dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g games overlook<strong>in</strong>g the coast<br />
with Steve and Omore–which i’ve decided will be his new
nickname. I was focused to work hard on the <strong>in</strong>ternet steroids<br />
bus<strong>in</strong>ess and play hard after hours with the big boys. Expat<br />
style.<br />
“Are you okay, honey?” I asked but received no reply. I saw<br />
she had her earphones <strong>in</strong> and figured she wasn’t ignor<strong>in</strong>g me,<br />
rather listen<strong>in</strong>g to that crap <strong>Thai</strong> music to be heard everywhere<br />
we went to. I burrowed my head <strong>in</strong> the flimsy paperback i<br />
bought from the market, a poorly written, light-hearted romance<br />
first published <strong>in</strong> the seventies. Block<strong>in</strong>g out the background<br />
noise and brac<strong>in</strong>g my upper body on the bumpy road; hold<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the book at chest level just <strong>in</strong>side the sunshade. Quote from<br />
paperback<br />
We got off on the Sukhumvit Road <strong>in</strong> Pattaya, Annie wanted to<br />
get back to work so i hailed a tuk-tuk to drop her off. I<br />
accompanied her and popped <strong>in</strong> for a beer, feel<strong>in</strong>g parched from<br />
the long ride home. When we arrived Lek was there <strong>in</strong> his fancy<br />
shirt and stupid p<strong>in</strong>k tie which i wanted to wrap round his neck<br />
and throttle him with until he turned the same poncy color! He<br />
stood star<strong>in</strong>g jealously at me; ignor<strong>in</strong>g him i moved to the bar<br />
and ordered my own beer then took my favorite seat <strong>by</strong> the<br />
front and gulped it down. Turn<strong>in</strong>g back i saw Anchalee was<br />
changed <strong>in</strong>to her sexy work clothes. She stood at the bar talk<strong>in</strong>g<br />
with Lek who sees me watch<strong>in</strong>g the two of them and gawps<br />
back; Annie turns and they both blank me. I stroke the residue<br />
on the side of my glass then dr<strong>in</strong>k from it. Lek maneuvered<br />
himself near to my table collect<strong>in</strong>g empty glasses.<br />
“You have good time Issan?” he said with sarcasm, his face a<br />
rye smirk on his face.<br />
“Yes, i did rather” I phased him out with posh English he’d<br />
barely understand, “Gave her the… you know”<br />
“Maaeng!” Lek screamed, “Why Farang not leave this<br />
place?”<br />
I hesitated for an answer, vexed under the pressure of his
<strong>in</strong>timidat<strong>in</strong>g glare and then said, “Because we’re pay<strong>in</strong>g your<br />
wages,” I raised my glass and toasted <strong>Thai</strong>land. He made an<br />
<strong>in</strong>tolerant/<strong>in</strong>eligable sound i couldn’t spell, turned and waltzed<br />
off with his head lowered – a sign of respect.<br />
Back at her place after work Annie was sick and throughout<br />
most of the follow<strong>in</strong>g morn<strong>in</strong>g. But she still <strong>in</strong>sisted on go<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
Tiger <strong>in</strong> the even<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
“What do you th<strong>in</strong>k is the problem?” I asked her whilst<br />
strok<strong>in</strong>g her back like Aunt did with i as a child.<br />
“Mau bpanha.” She said <strong>in</strong> words i would understand. But i<br />
didn’t fathom what she meant so asked her to elaborate.<br />
"My father take me to hospital, have operation"<br />
i was still amazed <strong>by</strong> her English eloquence.<br />
"What k<strong>in</strong>d of operation?" i asked. She shook her head,<br />
gestured to her stomach then puked up out the w<strong>in</strong>dow onto the<br />
rail<strong>in</strong>gs. I told her she must not go to work that night; suggested<br />
<strong>in</strong>stead that we stay <strong>in</strong> and eat some spicy food, and dr<strong>in</strong>k some<br />
w<strong>in</strong>e; but to no avail. She would only stay off if her legs<br />
couldn’t carry her or her limbs all were broken. If Ae was go<strong>in</strong>g<br />
out, so was i. I was beg<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g to realize that this nightlife scene<br />
was physically and mentally addictive.<br />
After the previous hostile encounter with Lek i thought it best to<br />
stay away from him and so escorted Annie only as far as First<br />
Road. I told her to take it easy and not work too hard as i kissed<br />
her good<strong>by</strong>e. Then i took a walk along the beach, skirt<strong>in</strong>g the<br />
locals and Farangs who all seemed to have somewhere more<br />
important to be than i.<br />
I was just f<strong>in</strong>ish<strong>in</strong>g my dr<strong>in</strong>k on Soi six when Steve arrived and<br />
greeted me with a warm Aussie salute.
“How did you like Issan?”<br />
“It was great” I said positively.<br />
“Did they throw shuriken stars at you?” he humored, mak<strong>in</strong>g<br />
Gong Fu sounds.<br />
“Not at all, we got on great”<br />
“Its not easy when you don’t understand them is it? God,<br />
when i met Foon’s folks” he shook his head, snicker<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
“Every family’s different Steve”<br />
“Of course, i don’t mean any offence, mate”<br />
“Of course not; none taken”<br />
“So listen, now that you’re back we can get on with some<br />
serious work.”<br />
“Yes Steve, I’m gonna get crack<strong>in</strong>g tomorrow. Get the<br />
steroid sales website f<strong>in</strong>ished <strong>in</strong> a few days.” – I was be<strong>in</strong>g<br />
optimistic “When that’s all done and dusted we can start sell<strong>in</strong>g<br />
overseas”<br />
“Awesome. Make some big bucks!”<br />
“Absolutely” I affirmed.<br />
“You don’t sound too keen, mate”<br />
“I’m tired Steve, i just got back. It was a long coach trip<br />
and…”<br />
“Hey, don’t let me pull your cha<strong>in</strong>. Go home, get an early<br />
night, some good sleep and don’t let Anchalee deprive you of it<br />
when she gets home.”<br />
“Early night! Its almost ten now”<br />
“Is it?” he checked his wristwatch “Crikey, i better get off.<br />
I’ve got an important meet<strong>in</strong>g over a game of poker but i’ll be<br />
out runn<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g if you’re fit for it!”<br />
“I doubt it but if i do…”<br />
Steve supped his last and left. I went directly home with the<br />
key to Annie’s place. I wasn’t go<strong>in</strong>g to meet him at 8.45am the<br />
follow<strong>in</strong>g morn<strong>in</strong>g; bollocks to that! I had to have a lie <strong>in</strong> after<br />
this travell<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
I woke that morn<strong>in</strong>g with a headache from hell, a thirst and a<br />
full bladder. Fumbl<strong>in</strong>g to f<strong>in</strong>d my way to the bathroom i slipped<br />
and landed pa<strong>in</strong>fully on the tiles. The floor was drenched –<br />
some-th<strong>in</strong>g sticky all over. As i moved to the door my flip-flops<br />
stuck to the floor like plungers. Feel<strong>in</strong>g around to f<strong>in</strong>d the light i<br />
am engulfed with a sense of forebod<strong>in</strong>g – a premonition that<br />
someth<strong>in</strong>g bad had or was about to happen. I turned it on -<br />
brightness bl<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g my eyes temporarily.<br />
"My God," I see my hands are blood red. Beyond them i see<br />
more blood and Annie la<strong>in</strong> on the floor. She is motionless. I go<br />
to her and slip aga<strong>in</strong> fall<strong>in</strong>g; cry<strong>in</strong>g out <strong>in</strong> short felt pa<strong>in</strong>, my<br />
body land<strong>in</strong>g juxtapose to hers. Lean<strong>in</strong>g over carefully i pulled<br />
her shoulder toward me. Her head rocked lifelessly to a stable<br />
po<strong>in</strong>t; then, motionless. Her face was still, lifeless. I should call<br />
for help. I go to the phone but someth<strong>in</strong>g stops me, if only the<br />
language barrier. I don’t know whether to cry or scream.<br />
"She's dead" I say out loud, "Annie's dead" And then i<br />
checked her pulse to make sure she was. That i hadn’t got it<br />
horribly wrong. Part of me expected Lek and Kat to jump out of<br />
the closet, fancy-dressed, laugh<strong>in</strong>g, scream<strong>in</strong>g “Happy<br />
Halloween” or some silly th<strong>in</strong>g. But it didn’t happen and what<br />
had happened? I wasn't sure.<br />
I lay with her for what seemed like forever, hold<strong>in</strong>g and<br />
strok<strong>in</strong>g her. I picked her up but her heavy head rolled odd and<br />
erratically on a limp neck. I sobbed hopelessly, mumbl<strong>in</strong>g<br />
words of contempt for the God who’d let this happen.<br />
In the bathroom i cleaned up, wash<strong>in</strong>g away the tears and<br />
brush<strong>in</strong>g my teeth. I got dressed; my blood-sta<strong>in</strong>ed underpants, i<br />
threw away. Reenter<strong>in</strong>g that abhorred dwell<strong>in</strong>g, i went back to<br />
the corpse i’d sobbed over moments before. Stroked and kissed<br />
her forehead, cold now. "See you later, Tiger Lee" I said<br />
through tears as i left the apartment.<br />
I got on Annie’s bike. The key <strong>in</strong> the lock turned, the eng<strong>in</strong>e
started and i whizzed off down to second road. It was 7am, the<br />
Tiger bar may just be clos<strong>in</strong>g. Lek would be f<strong>in</strong>ish<strong>in</strong>g his shift.<br />
I had to f<strong>in</strong>d him, tell him, ask if he knew anyth<strong>in</strong>g about this.<br />
"Where were you last night?" i tormented my hands around<br />
his collar.<br />
"What you mean, Farang?"<br />
“Annie’s dead!” I said and his eyes glazed.<br />
I looked closely at his reaction,<br />
"You did it didn't you, you jealous son of a bitch." my<br />
aggresive script was <strong>in</strong>terupted as N<strong>in</strong>a got <strong>in</strong>volved.<br />
"He here all night!" she screamed as i battered his head,<br />
hammer fist style. He shielded himself with his hands. More<br />
<strong>Thai</strong>'s heard the ruckus and came to <strong>in</strong>tervene. Confronted <strong>by</strong> a<br />
grow<strong>in</strong>g number of locals butt<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> and defend<strong>in</strong>g their own<br />
without knowledge of the dispute, the he<strong>in</strong>ous crime which i<br />
accused Lek of; i saw sense and conceded... Lek's allies<br />
<strong>in</strong>tervened, escort<strong>in</strong>g me away like a pack of dogs. As i backed<br />
off, shout<strong>in</strong>g abuse <strong>in</strong>st<strong>in</strong>ctively, they followed me all the way<br />
to my bike and watched, shout<strong>in</strong>g back as i drove off.<br />
So if Lek didn't do it then, who did? And how could i have<br />
slept through that; had i been drugged? It just didn't add up.<br />
Why would someone do someth<strong>in</strong>g so unjust to a beautiful<br />
person like that? Where was her lover to protect her?<br />
I rode and rode my bike until the petrol ran out <strong>in</strong> the middle<br />
of nowhere. I was hungry but couldn't eat. Agoniz<strong>in</strong>g over what<br />
had happened, my reality blurred <strong>in</strong>to fiction. We had dr<strong>in</strong>ks,<br />
went back to the room and made out as usual. I did a light spot<br />
of read<strong>in</strong>g then feel asleep. I'd been warned not to fall asleep<br />
with <strong>Thai</strong> girls. You wake up to f<strong>in</strong>d them gone with all your<br />
valuable possessions.<br />
"Sleep with one eye open," I heard them say. But i hadn't<br />
been robbed. Only my sunglasses were miss<strong>in</strong>g and i probably<br />
left them <strong>by</strong> the pool.<br />
I could still go to the Tamblowat. My head was tell<strong>in</strong>g me to
tell the truth. Do the right th<strong>in</strong>g and own up to my part <strong>in</strong> all of<br />
this. Volunteer my cooperation with the tourist police before<br />
they got to me; consult our family solicitor on Regent Street. I<br />
do not want to spend time <strong>in</strong> jail at the notorious Bangkok<br />
Hilton. They have homosexuals <strong>in</strong> there and cockroaches. Six to<br />
a cell would be terrible. I saw a program about it on T.V and it<br />
looked grimy! I'd crumble <strong>in</strong> there i know i would.<br />
I had to slow down, meditate; like i’d learnt at the temple <strong>in</strong><br />
Cambodia. Sit and th<strong>in</strong>k of noth<strong>in</strong>g. But how could i th<strong>in</strong>k of<br />
anyth<strong>in</strong>g but Annie?<br />
Somewhat ironically my fear of be<strong>in</strong>g punished is what<br />
stopped me from do<strong>in</strong>g what i should have done, i’m sure i'd<br />
have been stupid if i did. I had to speak to Steve for one more<br />
piece of his precious advice.<br />
“Maybe it’s the Pattaya Psycho!” Steve said ly. “He takes<br />
hookers back to his lair and then rapes and kills them” He<br />
started to laugh and i got very vexed.<br />
“If you won’t go to the Police, i’ll have to drag you there.”<br />
“What,” I backed off, “You’d grass me up!” The thought<br />
<strong>in</strong>furiated me; answer<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>terrogatory questions to the police<br />
about my relationship with a deceased <strong>Thai</strong> hooker was the last<br />
th<strong>in</strong>g on my m<strong>in</strong>d. He lunged at me and so i kicked him low <strong>in</strong><br />
the abdomen. His lunge became a hunch as i struck his solar<br />
plexus but it didn’t stop him; he still came at me and a scuffle<br />
ensued. He had me round the collar; i slipped underneath him –<br />
between his legs, eased his wallet out his back pocket and made<br />
for the door. When i saw he was to pursue me i thwarted his<br />
chase with a sw<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g kick just above the knee. He lost balance<br />
before i spun a backfist to his temple.<br />
When i left Steve’s he was either unconscious or pretend<strong>in</strong>g<br />
to be. Walk<strong>in</strong>g down the open stairs i counted the money <strong>in</strong> his<br />
wallet then hid it <strong>in</strong> the basket of his motorbike, under some<br />
bits. I had no need for his personal documents but i did take the
$200s cash <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong> baht. I know it was a crap th<strong>in</strong>g to do but i<br />
needed the money.<br />
Once aga<strong>in</strong> i found myself <strong>in</strong> a serious dilemma and was<br />
completely solo. The best bet was to decamp completely from<br />
the vic<strong>in</strong>ity- flee the crime scene, literally... Drive back across<br />
the border to Cambodia, view some Khmer antiquities. I could<br />
book a last m<strong>in</strong>ute flight out of Bangkok but if they're already<br />
look<strong>in</strong>g for me <strong>by</strong> then, they'll nab me at customs. Maybe i<br />
should write a letter for W<strong>in</strong>ston's Solicitation, with mail signed<br />
for delivery. Either way i’m still stranded <strong>in</strong> South East Asia. I<br />
could email Josh. In desperation i turned to alcohol. What a day<br />
it had been.<br />
I woke up with the same gut feel<strong>in</strong>g and yet another hangover. I<br />
told myself it was time to quit alcohol for good. But that<br />
afternoon i had a can of Chang <strong>in</strong> my hand and once aga<strong>in</strong> i was<br />
on a direct course to my own personal oblivion. The first beer<br />
tasted great, perfume to my taste buds but the next four gave me<br />
acid <strong>in</strong>digestion. Thoughts churned round <strong>in</strong> my head like<br />
goldfish <strong>in</strong> a bowl. I enjoyed a moment of clarity. My memory<br />
tracked back to England; see<strong>in</strong>g Auntie W<strong>in</strong>nie ly<strong>in</strong>g<br />
motionless on the bathroom floor, and the subsequent days<br />
lead<strong>in</strong>g up to my departure from Brita<strong>in</strong>. Travel<strong>in</strong>g was therapy<br />
and i’d travelled a thousand miles s<strong>in</strong>ce that dire day, grow<strong>in</strong>g<br />
as a person all the while. Now it was time to hit the road once<br />
more.<br />
I made the plan to leave <strong>by</strong> bus up the Sukhumvit. I’d rather<br />
take my motorbike as i loved rid<strong>in</strong>g it and could have taken the<br />
coastal route down to Ko Chang. The only problem was i'd have<br />
to steal the bike, or i'd be pay<strong>in</strong>g 100 baht per day until i<br />
returned it. So i returned the bike <strong>in</strong> exchange for my passport<br />
then made some basic preparations for the journey. By 5pm i<br />
was beh<strong>in</strong>d my schedule and thought postpon<strong>in</strong>g my departure
till tomorrow would be a good idea. It was possible that i'd be<br />
arrested ambl<strong>in</strong>g around Pattaya for another 18 hours or so but<br />
if i laid low the risk was m<strong>in</strong>imal. There's not a massive amount<br />
of Tamblowat <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>land, except the Traffic Police -they just<br />
stand <strong>in</strong> the road direct<strong>in</strong>g traffic dur<strong>in</strong>g morn<strong>in</strong>g rush-hour<br />
tak<strong>in</strong>g great pleasure <strong>in</strong> blow<strong>in</strong>g their whistle- and the army. In<br />
England a cop car cruises past every twenty m<strong>in</strong>utes and<br />
besides the English police are wankers. Just as my erratic<br />
thoughts mach<strong>in</strong>ated my escape a white and Cornell red police<br />
truck passed. I kept walk<strong>in</strong>g and watched it drive on, disappearr<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>in</strong> the distance. The sun was burn<strong>in</strong>g hot and the strap on<br />
one of my sandals had snapped. I hunched my foot, hobbl<strong>in</strong>g a<br />
little so it wouldn’t detach itself.<br />
Once on Pattaya Klang i was <strong>in</strong> due need of a rest. I decided to<br />
pay a visit to Nong’s massage parlour. She was sat outside <strong>in</strong><br />
her flowery <strong>Thai</strong> trousers and blouse eat<strong>in</strong>g rice. Nong <strong>in</strong>vited<br />
me to eat with her then commented on my demeanour; said i<br />
looked glum. I braved a smile and said that I was f<strong>in</strong>e. I asked<br />
her what the th<strong>in</strong>gs were she was mak<strong>in</strong>g with leaves and<br />
ribbons.<br />
She said, “it’s for Loi Krathong”<br />
“When is Loy Gatong!”<br />
“Tonight… Many people. Have good time” she said. I asked<br />
her where it was and she replied, “Where there is water.”<br />
It was the first full moon after halloween; the party was <strong>in</strong> full<br />
sw<strong>in</strong>g. Lanterns and fireworks lit up the night much like the<br />
English’s celebration of Guy Fawkes capital punishment.<br />
A crowd of five gathered to set off another lantern <strong>in</strong>to the<br />
sky. As it made an ascension cheers and flashes of camera<br />
added to our merriment, consolidat<strong>in</strong>g our unity. On that night,<br />
celebrat<strong>in</strong>g with the <strong>Thai</strong>landers, i said good<strong>by</strong>e to Anchalee.<br />
As is customary <strong>in</strong> many of <strong>Thai</strong>land festivities, ascend<strong>in</strong>g
lanterns and sail<strong>in</strong>g boats light up the eyescape. Spirits, lost<br />
souls are known to follow the light. I lit a candle on a little<br />
paper boat, and set it sail. Watched it float away across the lake<br />
- at the bottom of which it is said, lies Naga - Dragon - a serpent<br />
god from ancient mythology who turns the water <strong>in</strong>to ra<strong>in</strong>.<br />
It ra<strong>in</strong>ed on Loy Gratong.<br />
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The absence of proof is not<br />
the proof of absence<br />
4<br />
I scanned the scenic city limits as we ventured up<br />
the Sukhumvit. The bus was busy and Ch<strong>in</strong>ese<br />
like. The streets all the same, were redeveloped <strong>in</strong><br />
the pre-millennium rush, like the suburbs of Paris<br />
or Düsseldorf. If you've seen one suburb, you've<br />
seen them all. But who’s been to the Urb?<br />
And would you want to?
It ra<strong>in</strong>ed aga<strong>in</strong> heavily throughout part of the<br />
even<strong>in</strong>g, crash<strong>in</strong>g on the bus roof and w<strong>in</strong>dows<br />
and on the entire Sukhumvit. My m<strong>in</strong>d was droned<br />
with the voice <strong>in</strong>side my head. Memories from<br />
recent times. Regrets of the past. I wanted to get<br />
off the bus and turn back but someth<strong>in</strong>g stopped<br />
me, if only the door, closed electronically or our<br />
hasty trajectory <strong>in</strong> the opposite direction.<br />
Bangkok's Eckamai station was <strong>in</strong> the city and yet<br />
separated out <strong>in</strong> nowhere. I had optimistically<br />
hoped to get off <strong>in</strong> the commercial area and do<br />
some w<strong>in</strong>dow shopp<strong>in</strong>g but i didn't know at which<br />
po<strong>in</strong>t to get off, or if we were even <strong>in</strong> Bangkok at<br />
all or a suburb thereof. The driver and bus<br />
conductor couldn't advise me as they didn't<br />
understand pla<strong>in</strong> English and showed no desire to.<br />
I went to the Information desk and said i wanted<br />
to get to the Kow San Road.<br />
"Taxi Meter" answered the girl.<br />
"Okay. Catch a taxi from the bus station. That<br />
makes sense, doesn't it?"<br />
I lifted my baggage on wheels and maneuvered it<br />
around the dirty and grimy but rather colourful<br />
walkways of the station; past market stalls trad<strong>in</strong>g<br />
shoes, watches, wallets, noodles and more. F<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the moto taxis i sought a rider to take me to that<br />
dest<strong>in</strong>ation and then asked him,<br />
“Can i fit my luggage on the bike?”<br />
“Sure!” he replied and took it from me, plac<strong>in</strong>g it between<br />
his legs. Twenty m<strong>in</strong>utes later we were on the Kow San Road<br />
that famous street <strong>in</strong> Bangkok where you can buy anyth<strong>in</strong>g from<br />
tattoos to travel tickets to anywhere.<br />
Pull<strong>in</strong>g up and pay<strong>in</strong>g the reasonable fair for a cross-city<br />
journey through dense traffic. Kow San Road was hot, humid
and bustl<strong>in</strong>g. The air was hot and clammy as i expected it’d be.<br />
Spy<strong>in</strong>g an <strong>in</strong>ternet café i popped <strong>in</strong> to check emails and<br />
search eng<strong>in</strong>e the city, see<strong>in</strong>g what it offered <strong>in</strong> the way of guest<br />
houses and enterta<strong>in</strong>ment. Despite my few days lapse the<br />
activity of my webmail was m<strong>in</strong>or.<br />
W<strong>in</strong> a trip to Laos with HostelPalace.Net<br />
Cumslut Lisa does the bus<strong>in</strong>ess<br />
Hey M8 its JOS<br />
Click<strong>in</strong>g on this one it opened after 5 seconds<br />
Howdy Mate,<br />
How goes you. I’m <strong>in</strong> Ko Chang hav<strong>in</strong>g a ball of a time<br />
Seems these <strong>Thai</strong>’s now how to party! I take it your still<br />
In the Chonburi area, is that right??<br />
Get back to me and then we can hook up later<br />
JOS<br />
I’ve just come from there you idiot, i am not go<strong>in</strong>g back. I can’t.<br />
I suppose i should have checked my emails before i left Pattaya<br />
but i just never thought of it; i wasn’t th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g clearly. If<br />
O’Sullivan’s about he could help me sort this out. Then aga<strong>in</strong><br />
he may just makes th<strong>in</strong>gs worse. I replied with an email tell<strong>in</strong>g<br />
him i was headed north. Actually, i said i was already halfway<br />
to Chiang Mai just so as to avoid <strong>in</strong>sult<strong>in</strong>g my good old English<br />
school friend <strong>by</strong> head<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the opposite direction, five thousand<br />
miles from home. It was all i could do.<br />
At 3.34pm the café filled with school children eager to play<br />
games as their daily education was ended. The volume rose as<br />
whoops and raised voices caused a cacophony of nuisance.<br />
Critically distracted i decided to take a coffee break and asked<br />
the attendant if it may be possible to leave my backpack there<br />
until i returned,<br />
“Keung shamong” I said. She looked unsure,
“You don’t have bomb <strong>in</strong> the bag?” she asked.<br />
“Of course not… Why on earth would i blow up an Internet<br />
café?”<br />
She gave no reply, but nodded and po<strong>in</strong>ted to a corner that<br />
she deemed an appropriate place to leave my backpack for half<br />
an hour. I placed it down, casually. Well it isn’t Iran after all. I<br />
spent half an hour dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g soda <strong>in</strong> the sun then went back<br />
<strong>in</strong>side and wrote up some entries <strong>in</strong> my good old travelogue.<br />
Follow<strong>in</strong>g Steve’s comments about Nana Plaza be<strong>in</strong>g the<br />
official sex capital of the World, i thought it would be good to<br />
check it out. I needed cheer<strong>in</strong>g up after all that’d happened.<br />
“It’s a bl<strong>in</strong>der,” Steve’s words echoed out my memory. I wasn’t<br />
particularly <strong>in</strong> the mood for it but why not when there’s noth<strong>in</strong>g<br />
else to do. Besides i wanted to see her dance one last time.<br />
“These girls are horny as hell!!! Tits, and ass and booty…,<br />
you will not be able to absta<strong>in</strong>.” I chuckled at his words as i<br />
boarded the B.T.S, <strong>Thai</strong>land’s brand spank<strong>in</strong>g new and squeaky<br />
clean underground network that whizzes around the big city <strong>in</strong> a<br />
flash, quash<strong>in</strong>g traffic congestion. It compares London’s Old St<br />
tube station to a sewer rat’s layer. Still my legs tired from<br />
walk<strong>in</strong>g up and down escalators.<br />
Nana Plaza was bold, typically citified and rather<br />
<strong>in</strong>timidat<strong>in</strong>g to a new arrival - play<strong>in</strong>g it cool, ambl<strong>in</strong>g my short<br />
time there. The typical colorfulness mirror<strong>in</strong>g Pattaya. I found a<br />
bar on the corner, Suzie Q’s. Indoor, air conditioned yet the air<br />
was so smoky. I took a seat and bought a dr<strong>in</strong>k for the privilege.<br />
The view <strong>in</strong> front of me looked entic<strong>in</strong>g… a girl naked but for<br />
her knickers, danc<strong>in</strong>g and jigg<strong>in</strong>g her boobs around. She looked<br />
directly at me as she did. I wet my f<strong>in</strong>gers with beer to comb my<br />
hair and returned her stare.<br />
“She’s a beauty isn’t she?” A southern voice called out to<br />
me. I turned and saw the gentleman <strong>in</strong>terrupt<strong>in</strong>g my strip show<br />
was Negro. He wore a flowery shirt and a ponytail, his hair was
eced<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
“Yes,” I hastened to respond then kept on watch<strong>in</strong>g, my eyes<br />
were transfixed on her rear. After her dance, to a scanty round<br />
of applause she climbed down from the podium. Come and<br />
dance on my pole darl<strong>in</strong>g. I thought. As she passed she asked if<br />
i wanted to buy her a dr<strong>in</strong>k. I suggested that if she worked there<br />
she shouldn’t have to pay for her own dr<strong>in</strong>ks, (when i worked at<br />
the fish n chip shop we’d get all the food we could eat) but she<br />
didn’t understand. I figured i’d wait a little while; there were<br />
more than enough girls here and i had all night. Besides, my<br />
thoughts were on Annie. Subconsciously, i still loved her and<br />
seemed to be hav<strong>in</strong>g a really hard time gett<strong>in</strong>g over the<br />
shock<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>cidents that had happened a few days earlier. No<br />
matter of the superabundant adult enterta<strong>in</strong>ment that i was now<br />
surrounded <strong>by</strong> - the hot, horny chicks that would entice money<br />
from you trouser pocket, i was torn. One of the girls danc<strong>in</strong>g<br />
came over to talk to me, “You want play pool?” she asked. I<br />
shook my head and she walked away.<br />
“Not your type?” the black guy presumed obtrusively.<br />
“I’m not here for sex” I said blankly and he laughed.<br />
“Why are you here then?” I didn’t bother to answer but put<br />
the glass to my lips and drank a little. I wasn’t <strong>in</strong> the mood for<br />
casual conversation with strangers. But shortly after, as another<br />
dancer approached me, smil<strong>in</strong>g at my glum face until it altered,<br />
i cheered and talked a little more.<br />
“You like danc<strong>in</strong>g?”<br />
“I like dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g” I joked and swigged some more.<br />
“I work for a magaz<strong>in</strong>e,” I showed her my two front teeth,<br />
“I’m research<strong>in</strong>g for an article.”<br />
“A magaz<strong>in</strong>e huh.” She seemed impressed roll<strong>in</strong>g up some<br />
tissue and popp<strong>in</strong>g it <strong>in</strong> the spittoon. As we talked the song<br />
changed, the mood lifted with the tempo<br />
“You live Bangkok? I come your room”<br />
“No thanks. I’m just pass<strong>in</strong>g through. I’ve got to catch a tra<strong>in</strong>
<strong>in</strong> a few hours.” She looked at me then walked off.<br />
“Where about <strong>in</strong> America are you from?” I asked. He was<br />
older than i and his maturity showed.<br />
“Oh, I’m Canadian,” he said and then told me that he came<br />
here every three months for holiday<strong>in</strong>g. “There’s a lot of<br />
Americans come here too, a lot of people from the states.”<br />
He told me he met a guy <strong>in</strong> Suzy Wong’s who was <strong>in</strong><br />
Vietnam; “had this great scar on his leg, walks around Bangkok<br />
wish<strong>in</strong>g someone would put a bullet <strong>in</strong> him. He can’t leave the<br />
place… His buddies died here and every year he comes back.<br />
It’s an obsession with him. This poor guy didn’t even want to<br />
go to Vietnam the U.S drafted him <strong>in</strong> there, You’re go<strong>in</strong>g tomorrow<br />
we’ll pick up you up the letter read; otherwise it could mean jail or<br />
worse. Sometimes they’d disappear <strong>in</strong> the middle of night. A lot<br />
of guys skipped over to Canada, across the border to avoid the<br />
war. Some of them stayed, never return<strong>in</strong>g to the U.S.<br />
“You got your two types of soldiers” the Canadian<br />
cont<strong>in</strong>ued, “Your first has that survival <strong>in</strong>st<strong>in</strong>ct that kicks <strong>in</strong> the<br />
m<strong>in</strong>ute they step out there <strong>in</strong> the jungle; like Rambo! The other<br />
type is overwrought with fear. You can bet, up on po<strong>in</strong>t that guy<br />
is wish<strong>in</strong>g someone would just shoot them <strong>in</strong> the head and get it<br />
over with!”<br />
I could only listen as he went on, “you’ve made your peace<br />
with God, okay. Give me the worst!<br />
“This guy was po<strong>in</strong>t man, and that’s how he survived,<br />
because he was po<strong>in</strong>t, all his buddies beh<strong>in</strong>d him got tagged,
they’re lay<strong>in</strong>g dy<strong>in</strong>g all over the place.”<br />
”What’s po<strong>in</strong>t?” I asked as i watched his thumb form<strong>in</strong>g the<br />
shape of a gun.<br />
“When soldiers were deployed on a mission trekk<strong>in</strong>g thru<br />
no-man’s land, they’d send one man out ahead… that guy was<br />
po<strong>in</strong>t-man and beh<strong>in</strong>d him the rest of the squadron would<br />
follow. The po<strong>in</strong>t guy leads the way; he has to have his eyes<br />
open. He’s walk<strong>in</strong>g slowly follow<strong>in</strong>g the path and then whoop,<br />
he sees a trip wire. So he tells the rest of his team and they<br />
know they got to step over it. He’s got to have his eyes open.<br />
“In jungle warfare the gooks would dig out a hole <strong>in</strong> the<br />
ground, put spikes under there and cover it up so you can’t see<br />
it… If you fall <strong>in</strong>, splat you’re dead meat! Or they’d build a<br />
wall of bamboo, spears that flung up <strong>in</strong> the air... Trip the wire<br />
and its gonna nail ya!”<br />
“I saw that on Rambo too”<br />
“And they shit on the spikes, man. If you get nicked with just<br />
a little graze on your arm, its gonna be <strong>in</strong>fected for weeks.” He<br />
shook his head, almost laugh<strong>in</strong>g at the thought.<br />
“So our guy sees the wire… he stops, waves back for the<br />
team to hold their position,” He raises a gestur<strong>in</strong>g arm, “But as<br />
he stopped one of the new soldiers was nervous, runs out to him<br />
as if to say, “What’s wrong? Why have you stopped?” And <strong>in</strong><br />
do<strong>in</strong>g so the rookie tripped the wire!<br />
“Our guy took a dive backwards and the wall of spikes<br />
caught his leg; his leg jammed the trap and it stopped the<br />
spikes! A quarter <strong>in</strong>ch <strong>in</strong> front this rookie’s face,” He put a flat<br />
hand up like a wall, ”all the po<strong>in</strong>ted ends covered <strong>in</strong> shit, like<br />
this close to his friends face.”<br />
“So it saved his life…” I shook my head, amaz<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
“Yip. He said he couldn’t walk for three days.” he cont<strong>in</strong>ued,<br />
“They’d walk <strong>in</strong>to an ambush; exchange serious rounds of<br />
ammunition. After a while the Viets would fuck off, retreat<br />
back. The Americans would secure the area, climb up the little
ocky mounta<strong>in</strong> put the American flag on the top and return to<br />
base with a “well done boys lets go back to camp and dr<strong>in</strong>k<br />
some beer!” he took a swig. By now i was becom<strong>in</strong>g bored with<br />
the conversation. I came here to watch the strip show not to hear<br />
morbid war stories.<br />
“Then the next day they’d come back and the Vietnamese<br />
would be back up there laugh<strong>in</strong>g. They’d have to fight the<br />
whole th<strong>in</strong>g over aga<strong>in</strong>, go<strong>in</strong>g up and down the same mounta<strong>in</strong>.<br />
“It was their habitat; they knew how to fight <strong>in</strong> the jungle.<br />
The Americans didn’t.” He said. I was bemused. I liked this<br />
man, was listen<strong>in</strong>g to his conversation and believed what he told<br />
me as gospel; but i would presume <strong>in</strong> war any ground obta<strong>in</strong>ed<br />
would be secured and guarded. And why would you be stood on<br />
the top of a mounta<strong>in</strong> laugh<strong>in</strong>g when you could get your head<br />
blown off like a patsy?<br />
I went to get some fish and sticky rice outside as the dancer<br />
prepared to get back on stage. Soak<strong>in</strong>g up the alcohol and<br />
smok<strong>in</strong>g one of the Vet’s cigarettes as the city honked around<br />
me. I spent a moment th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g about Uncle, his <strong>in</strong>volvement<br />
with the Nazis. The compell<strong>in</strong>g excerpts from his diary i had<br />
read at the beg<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g of my journey. I had come to believe<br />
whilst <strong>in</strong> Vietnam, that the war did not end <strong>in</strong> 1945. Did it hell!<br />
What was the Korean War and the Indo-Ch<strong>in</strong>ese wars if not a<br />
part of that whole worldly war. And were they not a product of<br />
certa<strong>in</strong> countries quests for dom<strong>in</strong>ance of the world itself? Just<br />
as they were ultimately a <strong>by</strong>product of Colonization. The d<strong>in</strong> of<br />
motorbikes vibrated along the street.<br />
When i returned to the strip jo<strong>in</strong>t i bought a beer at the bar.<br />
The bartender asked me a question i could barely hear over the<br />
acoustics.<br />
“You been talk<strong>in</strong>g with that guy? He’s crazy” said Cactus<br />
Jack. Cactus Jack then <strong>in</strong>troduced me to the rest of the<br />
entourage, here to appreciate the cabaret.
“Hey, Snake. This kid’s been talk<strong>in</strong>g to Crazy Coll.”<br />
“Is he really crazy?”<br />
“Really. He’s a loon!” added Snake. Lee. Billy. “Sorry what<br />
was your name aga<strong>in</strong>?”<br />
DAVE!(2)<br />
“Lets set the record straight...It was them; the U.S Mar<strong>in</strong>es,<br />
some married but away from their families, stationed out <strong>in</strong><br />
Hanoi or Saigon, under orders to rest and recuperate. They were<br />
the ones who started it all.” He was referr<strong>in</strong>g to prostitution -<br />
adult enterta<strong>in</strong>ment for men. “This k<strong>in</strong>d of th<strong>in</strong>g,”<br />
“They bombed the shit out of Lao and Cambodia, then came<br />
down here and fucked all the women” added Bart<br />
“They say Lao is the most bombed country <strong>in</strong> the World"<br />
“But Lao’s t<strong>in</strong>y…”<br />
“It’s a beautiful country”<br />
“You don’t realize the power of the Communist regime- and<br />
their genetic bond. If we were fight<strong>in</strong>g Azians then we’re at war<br />
with Azia.”<br />
I waited at Bangkok station for the tra<strong>in</strong>. It was quiet and not<br />
the least bit <strong>in</strong>timidat<strong>in</strong>g. I remembered when the Polizei woke<br />
me up at the station <strong>in</strong> Berl<strong>in</strong>. After i’d been robbed, ask<strong>in</strong>g for<br />
my ticket, disrupt<strong>in</strong>g my few precious m<strong>in</strong>utes of sleep. Then i<br />
thought about my recent discourse with the Vet at the strip<br />
show. He said that when the mar<strong>in</strong>es returned to the States they<br />
were made to feel ashamed that they’d been <strong>in</strong> that war. Folk<br />
called them “Ba<strong>by</strong>-killers” and the whole time no-one told them<br />
why they were there. “They never ever told anyone that they<br />
had been <strong>in</strong> that war." Not even their own family.<br />
At 5.4am, tired, drunk and dehydrated yet buzz<strong>in</strong>g with the<br />
energy of the city, i stepped onto a <strong>Thai</strong> tra<strong>in</strong> for the first time. I<br />
almost collided with two ladies carry<strong>in</strong>g trays of food <strong>in</strong>
oppos<strong>in</strong>g directions. Then another passed with snacks rolled <strong>in</strong><br />
paper. I wasn’t sure if they were for sale then and there or were<br />
<strong>in</strong> fact on their way to the buffet car. Choos<strong>in</strong>g a seat and sitt<strong>in</strong>g<br />
i waited for the snack lady to follow. I was peckish, i fancied<br />
someth<strong>in</strong>g savory after the beers we drank. I flagged her down<br />
and asked what the package was tak<strong>in</strong>g the time to untangle and<br />
open it.<br />
“Pancake” she announces as i f<strong>in</strong>ally got the wrapp<strong>in</strong>g off.<br />
Fish<strong>in</strong>g for 10bht as egg noodles came the other way i bought<br />
those <strong>in</strong>stead. The pancake lady hovered want<strong>in</strong>g a sale. I raised<br />
my empty hands signal<strong>in</strong>g my money had all been spent.<br />
As i sat up to eat more sellers passed call<strong>in</strong>g out their<br />
offer<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
“Water for you?” asked one but i’d already bought water for<br />
the journey from the stalls outside the station.<br />
When the tra<strong>in</strong> began mov<strong>in</strong>g the sellers stopped. I was<br />
pleased; i’d not sleep with them call<strong>in</strong>g out their menus but<br />
anyway i was not sleepy yet. Gaz<strong>in</strong>g out the darkened w<strong>in</strong>dow<br />
as we made our way out of Bangkok, the scenery flew <strong>by</strong> <strong>in</strong> a<br />
symmetric blur; beh<strong>in</strong>d the trees as strobe. A woman adjacent to<br />
me was sleep<strong>in</strong>g with a cloth around her face, her son lay flat,<br />
rest<strong>in</strong>g his head on her lap. The sight rem<strong>in</strong>ded me of when<br />
Auntie W<strong>in</strong>nie and i used to travel <strong>by</strong> bus to the coast.<br />
I sat up awake but there was people sprawled out sleep<strong>in</strong>g all<br />
around me. I did notice a towel on the floor but on a closer look<br />
see it is actually be<strong>in</strong>g used as a blanket. `Denim jeans were<br />
partially hidden under the seat and a toweled torso and head<br />
under the other. I’m sure the floor’s clean. I’d like to lie down<br />
and snooze like everyone else; a bed at third class price with<br />
just a little less comfort. These little short fuckers fit perfectly<br />
on the two berth leather-seat cushions but Farangs are generally<br />
a foot or so taller and my legs protruded awkwardly out <strong>in</strong>to the<br />
aisle. What could i do? Hunch<strong>in</strong>g up- try<strong>in</strong>g various positions <strong>in</strong><br />
order to get comfortable; none of them worked.
I gave up and stood up, negotiat<strong>in</strong>g my way to the buffet cart<br />
to buy a dr<strong>in</strong>k. Men sat smok<strong>in</strong>g cigarettes <strong>in</strong> the carriage ends;<br />
out the doors which were wide open!<br />
A sign read SEATS FOR MONKS and <strong>in</strong>deed, below it<br />
was an orange-clad sk<strong>in</strong>head, meditat<strong>in</strong>g. I walked on down the<br />
aisle; people gazed up <strong>in</strong> curiosity at the foreigner <strong>in</strong> 3 rd Class<br />
but their stares did not <strong>in</strong>sult me. I reached the end of carriage<br />
eight and found the slid<strong>in</strong>g door closed. I wouldn’t dare try and<br />
open it. God only knew where it led.<br />
I stood alone, balanc<strong>in</strong>g and piss<strong>in</strong>g out the open door of the<br />
tra<strong>in</strong> travel<strong>in</strong>g at 90kph down rickety tracks, rattl<strong>in</strong>g like a<br />
rollercoaster ride. There was no handrail! I held on tight to<br />
someth<strong>in</strong>g and perversely fantasized about a rail traffic<br />
accident; death <strong>by</strong> tra<strong>in</strong>. If you were suicidal or partial - you<br />
could jump. And as i considered for a moment, end<strong>in</strong>g it all to<br />
be with Annie our souls forever locked together the w<strong>in</strong>d blew<br />
so strong from the force of trajectory, it made my eyes water<br />
and gave me chills. After all this i was not quite suicidal yet i<br />
th<strong>in</strong>k the rest of <strong>Thai</strong>land most surely of been. I won’t ever<br />
compla<strong>in</strong> about the unnecessary E.U health and hygiene<br />
regulations ever aga<strong>in</strong><br />
I closed the door with the flimsy handle and zipped up as we<br />
slowed down to a halt. Breath<strong>in</strong>g a calm<strong>in</strong>g sigh; return<strong>in</strong>g<br />
carefully, irately, as my heart beat faster i found my way back<br />
to my seat opposite the lady with the towel on her face; her son<br />
was sitt<strong>in</strong>g upright now.<br />
A view caught my eye out the mostly blackened w<strong>in</strong>dows.<br />
We’re <strong>in</strong> a suburban town and i could see a typical <strong>Thai</strong> street.<br />
Shop shutters, cars and a noodle stall catched my attention, then<br />
a bamboo bar with glitzy, beckon<strong>in</strong>g lights. I considered gett<strong>in</strong>g<br />
off. Exercis<strong>in</strong>g a little travell<strong>in</strong>g freedom. The view from a tra<strong>in</strong><br />
always moves me. It all looks like Disneyland.
The tiredness now was tak<strong>in</strong>g over. As my bra<strong>in</strong> slipped <strong>in</strong>to<br />
a sudden slumber my neck gave up and my head thrust forward<br />
waken<strong>in</strong>g me up. I wriggled around on the germ covered seat,<br />
sleep<strong>in</strong>g for five m<strong>in</strong>utes before a stiff pa<strong>in</strong> forced me to move,<br />
and shuffle some more. I awoke only to droop to the other side.<br />
I was cold and wished they’d close all the w<strong>in</strong>dows. Only<br />
br<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g short-sleeved shirts to the tropics seemed sensible.<br />
Why were the fans on when the w<strong>in</strong>dows all were open; to let<br />
the smell <strong>in</strong> presumably; and the mosquitoes too?<br />
I had to get up and try my best to close the w<strong>in</strong>dows but they<br />
were wedged <strong>in</strong> with grit. Gett<strong>in</strong>g my recently washed sleep<strong>in</strong>g<br />
bag out would get it dirty. Guess it’s a spot of cool air i could<br />
do with. Oops there goes another smell from Hell. Is that<br />
human? See this is why i hate travell<strong>in</strong>g <strong>by</strong> tra<strong>in</strong>!<br />
I really want another coffee. I suck a m<strong>in</strong>t and th<strong>in</strong>k of diet<strong>in</strong>g. I<br />
hoped the food sellers get back on at the next stop.<br />
The wonders of travel<strong>in</strong>g the Orient. .After about an hour we<br />
stop somewhere. There are no signs at this tra<strong>in</strong> station and i<br />
wouldn't see them <strong>in</strong> the pitch black anyway. Sellers get on<br />
call<strong>in</strong>g out and parad<strong>in</strong>g noodles, waffles and coffee! I stand up<br />
to count my left over change. He passes me and i tap his<br />
shoulder. Coffee <strong>in</strong> a bag. Coffee <strong>in</strong> a bag! Fifteen baht. Wake<br />
up juice. Its strong, <strong>in</strong>stant 3<strong>in</strong>1 stuff - not pip<strong>in</strong>g hot though it<br />
should have been when brewed – you have to watch them. I sip<br />
it. Passengers are woken up but no one else is buy<strong>in</strong>g anyth<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
The lady with a towel on her face has risen and disembarked. I<br />
remove my footwear and put my ankles up to rest. More sellers<br />
are pass<strong>in</strong>g. Someone please buy someth<strong>in</strong>g, i feel greedy.<br />
Coffee is good for you. The coffee woman passes a third time<br />
call<strong>in</strong>g "Cafe lorn” <strong>in</strong> a rhythmic accented mumble. I guess it<br />
makes sense. They may not have seen or heard her the previous<br />
two times, sleep<strong>in</strong>g still and after they’ve been wakened <strong>by</strong> her
early morn<strong>in</strong>g call, they would like to buy a cup now. But<br />
nobody does.<br />
I could fancy a second cup but then i’ll just need to go aga<strong>in</strong>.<br />
Due to the foul odours com<strong>in</strong>g from the toilet cubicle i had<br />
released my bladder <strong>in</strong>to one of two s<strong>in</strong>ks next to the toilet<br />
while everyone was sleep<strong>in</strong>g. I didn't realize it was blocked.<br />
I need a cigarette but have run out so i go to the end of the<br />
carriage and borrow one from another passenger to calm my<br />
nerves. Inhal<strong>in</strong>g quickly i hang on for life. I look and the door<br />
handle is <strong>in</strong>fact broken. Carriage 11 jumps a fraction of a<br />
second before carriage 12. I fantasize about the tra<strong>in</strong> derail<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Atleast <strong>in</strong> a seat you stand a chance. This is worse than fly<strong>in</strong>g. I<br />
smoke faster and <strong>in</strong>hale as much as i can. Then i quit and flick<br />
the butt you know where - which is illegal and a f<strong>in</strong>eable<br />
offence.<br />
Ok scary bit over, my heart thuds from nicot<strong>in</strong>e rush. Was i<br />
concerned an Inspector would come along, catch me smok<strong>in</strong>g<br />
and throw me off the tra<strong>in</strong>?<br />
A young man and woman walk up and down outside<br />
shout<strong>in</strong>g the same th<strong>in</strong>g over aga<strong>in</strong>. I don't know what they're<br />
say<strong>in</strong>g. Maybe they're sell<strong>in</strong>g stuff. Baffl<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Daylight has returned and lit up the vivid green countryside.<br />
Out the dusty w<strong>in</strong>dow i see rooftops with po<strong>in</strong>ted ends.<br />
Gardens and junk and flags. Girls cycl<strong>in</strong>g to the school. Ugly<br />
factories Billboards pictur<strong>in</strong>g the K<strong>in</strong>g. We seem to have slowed<br />
down a bit; approach<strong>in</strong>g Ayutthaya. A tannoy blasts out <strong>in</strong><br />
<strong>Thai</strong>. I don't understand, it is probably not important. I lie<br />
sideways <strong>in</strong> an L shape and fall fast asleep.<br />
Bangkok to Chiang Mai is a twelve hour journey and it could<br />
become rather tedious. I could have taken the bus and watched a<br />
movie. Equally, it feels like one of the best journeys of my life,<br />
leav<strong>in</strong>g Bangkok.<br />
I notice ants on the floor crawl<strong>in</strong>g around a waste bag. How<br />
did they get on board? Star trek personal projection? A man
touches my leg as i read my travell<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>land book.<br />
Look<strong>in</strong>g up slowly from under the rim of my cowboy hat i<br />
anticipate,<br />
"Feet on the chair, smok<strong>in</strong>g, piss<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the s<strong>in</strong>k, rape and<br />
murder?" I prepare my defence. He smiles but i don't know<br />
what he's smil<strong>in</strong>g at. I just look at him and he walks off. I take<br />
this opportunity while stationary to try aga<strong>in</strong> at the slid<strong>in</strong>g door.<br />
Its open now and i am <strong>in</strong> the buffet cart, all old and wooden and<br />
rickety with naff chairs. I feel like i’m <strong>in</strong> a western. Just goes to<br />
show, the Azians made the west wild. I bet they can change a<br />
1,000 baht bill… They can and they do, the barmaid, a<br />
gorgeous, tanned girl. She eye’s me coquettishly. There’s<br />
probably a brothel <strong>in</strong> first class!<br />
The exits are open on either side. Carriage eight is judder<strong>in</strong>g<br />
to and fro, rattl<strong>in</strong>g. As i dash through the danger i see a glimmer<br />
of light out the corner of my eye. Gaps <strong>in</strong> the upholstery. It is<br />
the Wild West and i’m <strong>in</strong> it. "Lets eat before we get to Texas!" I<br />
<strong>in</strong>dulge <strong>in</strong> some fantasy roll play. Ants patrol the table. A<br />
uniformed man is eat<strong>in</strong>g also – not sure if he’s tra<strong>in</strong> staff or<br />
tamblowat. Play it cool, cowboy. Don't show any sign of hav<strong>in</strong>g<br />
anyth<strong>in</strong>g to hide.<br />
I buy a brew be<strong>in</strong>g especially nice to the staff.<br />
"This is dandy" sat on a death tra<strong>in</strong> hurtl<strong>in</strong>g towards Cha<strong>in</strong>g<br />
Mai dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g beer at six <strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g and pretend<strong>in</strong>g i’m on<br />
Back to the Future. I spare a thought to my backpack, alone <strong>in</strong><br />
Carriage 12. I hope no one is go<strong>in</strong>g through it. I crave another<br />
cigarette. I th<strong>in</strong>k i’m go<strong>in</strong>g to stop smok<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Star<strong>in</strong>g out the w<strong>in</strong>dow across the tracks at Ayutthaya Station i<br />
see another <strong>Thai</strong> tra<strong>in</strong> like the one we’re on. Some palm trees <strong>in</strong><br />
giant wooden boxes, a b<strong>in</strong> full of rubbish that a kid just threw a<br />
can <strong>in</strong>to and more fast food. A policemen cross<strong>in</strong>g the tracks<br />
about to board the tra<strong>in</strong> catches my attention… And another<br />
anxiety attack beg<strong>in</strong>s. What did i do, why did i run? Are they
com<strong>in</strong>g to arrest me?? I’ve got 500bht <strong>in</strong> my passport, a token<br />
bribe to lay off any twisted Police; but i’m not sure it will<br />
work… I wish this had never have gone this way. I’ve been left<br />
<strong>in</strong> an awful mess. I need to take a poop.<br />
I’ve been sat <strong>in</strong> the toilet for 45m<strong>in</strong>utes with my foot aga<strong>in</strong>st the<br />
door and noth<strong>in</strong>gs com<strong>in</strong>g out. Look<strong>in</strong>g down through the<br />
pisshole i can see the ground rush<strong>in</strong>g past below. We’ve slowed<br />
down a bit and seem to be approach<strong>in</strong>g another station.<br />
I unlocked the door and peered out the w<strong>in</strong>dow. We were<br />
<strong>in</strong>deed approach<strong>in</strong>g another stop…I cautiously pass<strong>in</strong>g and<br />
jo<strong>in</strong>ed the cue for the door, alongside a small oldman more<br />
likeamidget. As we got nearer I realized the little guy was not<br />
wait<strong>in</strong>g to get off. He was stood smok<strong>in</strong>g and as he flicked his<br />
butt and made to leave he gave me such a stare it made me<br />
wonder if he wasn’t <strong>in</strong> on it.<br />
Disembark<strong>in</strong>g at Lopburi there were station guards so i stopped<br />
and pretended to search my gear. The grassy verges and shrubs<br />
to the sides of the tracks were too <strong>in</strong>vit<strong>in</strong>g to an exhausted soul,<br />
so i dropped my backpack and lay down; seem<strong>in</strong>gly oblivious to<br />
those around me. I dozed off.<br />
Awak<strong>in</strong>g aga<strong>in</strong>, shortly after from a sorely missed chill and<br />
an itch, i took out my sleep<strong>in</strong>g bag and wrapped up; still air<strong>in</strong>g<br />
out my hairy chest and armpits. My neck ad face felt dirty,<br />
sockapog. Around me, one or two <strong>Thai</strong>’s went about their<br />
bus<strong>in</strong>ess, unload<strong>in</strong>g a van. They didn’t notice, or didn’t bother<br />
me sleep<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the shrubbery.<br />
The sun woke me up an hour later as it reached its height; as<br />
did the Bangkok commuters wait<strong>in</strong>g for their tra<strong>in</strong> and a man<br />
sweep<strong>in</strong>g leaves. Once awoken i thought it best to move,<br />
pack<strong>in</strong>g up my th<strong>in</strong>gs hurriedly i lumbered them out of the<br />
station park and off along the ma<strong>in</strong> street. I turned off down a<br />
not so busy road with more patches of greenery and considered
est<strong>in</strong>g there another hour or so, <strong>in</strong> shade of the early morn<strong>in</strong>g<br />
sun; i was so exhausted, fall<strong>in</strong>g asleep as i walked. My plan to<br />
sleep for twelve hours on the tra<strong>in</strong> to Chiang Mai had been<br />
unessasarily <strong>in</strong>terrupted. Perhaps i need not of disembarked<br />
from the tra<strong>in</strong>. I would never know, but now i was stranded <strong>in</strong><br />
Lopburi. The effects of the alcohol coupled with sleep<br />
deprivation were turn<strong>in</strong>g my m<strong>in</strong>d negative; the euphoria of<br />
Bangkok city had worn off. I felt wasted, sick, tired and ill. My<br />
sk<strong>in</strong> was clammy and dirty. I could have gone to a cheap hotel<br />
if this place had one, but on i trundled aimlessly, a gadabout.<br />
Through the ancient k<strong>in</strong>gdom which blends with nature and the<br />
new. Statues stand tall and crooked, star<strong>in</strong>g back at you.<br />
But shortly after i saw the beckon<strong>in</strong>g ru<strong>in</strong>s of a temple, and<br />
climbed across them to the refuge at its center. Collaps<strong>in</strong>g on<br />
the ground i wished would swallow me up, i genuflected. What<br />
had i done, why did i run. I couldn’t answer that question and<br />
offered no excuse albeit for a serious situation tha had<br />
overcome me. What could i have done; if th<strong>in</strong>gs were different<br />
would it have changed the past? I passed out, slept sound for<br />
another hour or more, enter<strong>in</strong>g back <strong>in</strong>to my dream -whatever it<br />
was- and embrac<strong>in</strong>g the euphoric effects of slumber.
� � � � � � �<br />
The Dragon-K<strong>in</strong>g’s temple is<br />
flooded<br />
5<br />
Awak<strong>in</strong>g refreshed <strong>in</strong> spirit if not <strong>in</strong> body it took a<br />
moment for me to gather my surround<strong>in</strong>g then
after a few moments more i left, desperate to<br />
relieve my thirst. On leav<strong>in</strong>g, climb<strong>in</strong>g the same<br />
decay<strong>in</strong>g foundations i had come upon, i saw the<br />
signed name of this ru<strong>in</strong>ed temple; Wat San Paolo<br />
- another comparable similarity with the Spanish<br />
language. It took me back to my time <strong>in</strong> Russia.<br />
The time when -as an <strong>in</strong>experienced traveler- i<br />
made some careless mistakes that brought me<br />
trouble later on when the cold kicked <strong>in</strong>.<br />
Belligerently determ<strong>in</strong>ed to cont<strong>in</strong>ue i’d trundled<br />
on when what i should have done, for my own<br />
benefit, was stayed and rested.<br />
The Wats of Lop Buri built with red and black<br />
firebricks – made of stone that look like they were<br />
m<strong>in</strong>ed from Mars - around 200 years ago dur<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the reign of K<strong>in</strong>g Narai the Great, are revered <strong>in</strong><br />
<strong>Thai</strong> society. I couldn’t possibly deny the spiritual<br />
co<strong>in</strong>cidence that had led me here. After settl<strong>in</strong>g on<br />
the coast <strong>in</strong> Banglamung with Annie for four<br />
months my relentless, vagabond<strong>in</strong>g lifestyle had<br />
recommenced. I gulped down water and kept<br />
walk<strong>in</strong>g east and south along side streets, stopp<strong>in</strong>g<br />
at a fried banana stall to snack.<br />
Hot and tir<strong>in</strong>g i stopped on the old Wat Bandai<br />
H<strong>in</strong>. Suffer<strong>in</strong>g from acute exhaustion i sought<br />
refuge surrounded <strong>by</strong> this deep structure. After<br />
months of travel<strong>in</strong>g and a life of <strong>in</strong>trospection i<br />
sought to f<strong>in</strong>d my own self once more. I though<br />
perhaps i ought to meditate like the monks <strong>in</strong> the<br />
hope to be enlightened, but experimentation <strong>in</strong><br />
Buddhism would conflict with my strong Christian<br />
upbr<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g. I would not seek to expose<br />
Catholicism <strong>in</strong> such a contradictory sense. Bow<strong>in</strong>g<br />
down at the centre, shielded from view, i asked
myself; did God do this? May i hold him responsible? I’m not<br />
sure what i wanted to hear.<br />
Before me where bits of broken dolls, Buddhas and what-not -<br />
token items there for the purpose of consecration.<br />
Perpetuat<strong>in</strong>g through the afternoon, pass<strong>in</strong>g Wat Phra Prang<br />
Sam Yod temple i found the Lop Buri monkeys, loads of them,<br />
climb<strong>in</strong>g vertically up telegraph posts, on cars and rooftops<br />
altogether scaveng<strong>in</strong>g food. A taxi driver stood amongst his<br />
k<strong>in</strong>d with a sl<strong>in</strong>gshot, took aim and laughed as they scarpered.<br />
From out of nowhere a ladies scream aroused attention, “He<br />
stole my handbag! The monkey stole it”<br />
An older local man rushed to her aid, but no one’s go<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
catch that monkey now ascend<strong>in</strong>g the temple wall. He looks<br />
back and laughs, portray<strong>in</strong>g a broad chimpanzee ch<strong>in</strong>, then<br />
opens the bag and spills its contents out, shak<strong>in</strong>g it over his<br />
head, somewhat oblivious to its contents.<br />
I still chuckled as i replayed the event <strong>in</strong> my head stroll<strong>in</strong>g<br />
aimlessly on across the tracks and down another soi and over a<br />
bridge; through an archway was a little village with yet more<br />
traders. F<strong>in</strong>ally i came to rest at an old temple ru<strong>in</strong>s. A sign<br />
<strong>in</strong>dicates it is the ru<strong>in</strong>s of Wat San Poalo. I step-stoned over the<br />
rema<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g foundations then lay on the grass, us<strong>in</strong>g my top-sheet<br />
as bedd<strong>in</strong>g. I felt dirty as, itch<strong>in</strong>g and uncomfortable. It was<br />
only when the ra<strong>in</strong> came, warm and wet. I stripped off and<br />
allowed the warm water to cleanse me, a natural shower.<br />
I checked the time on my waterproof wristwatch; the<br />
shorthand was po<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g north <strong>by</strong> north east, the longhand – east<br />
directly toward the 7 which is where i headed next. It was then<br />
that i got lucky and found accommodation i couldn’t refuse,<br />
Noom.<br />
I wandered around explor<strong>in</strong>g the guest house - my new habitat<br />
like a hamster given a new hut. Inside the owner’s liv<strong>in</strong>g room
were photos of his daughter's graduation. She looked pretty. I<br />
asked him what she studied and he told me that his daughter<br />
was a qualified teacher. He seemed most proud.<br />
I passed through the liv<strong>in</strong>g space and <strong>in</strong>to the lob<strong>by</strong>, sitt<strong>in</strong>g<br />
down on the bamboo chairs to eat breakfast- a black coffee and<br />
sugary rice th<strong>in</strong>g. I enjoyed some light read<strong>in</strong>g select<strong>in</strong>g texts <strong>in</strong><br />
English from the book exchange and brows<strong>in</strong>g through each of<br />
them, <strong>in</strong>hal<strong>in</strong>g the crisp air whilst yawn<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Lopburi seems very easygo<strong>in</strong>g. Exactly what i needed after<br />
all the stresses and stra<strong>in</strong>s of Pattaya with its hectic nightlife and<br />
dense concrete connobation. Today i uncovered was<br />
Wednesday. There was a market on the street outside Noom.<br />
Food, music and whatever other knick-knacks you could f<strong>in</strong>d.<br />
And early each morn<strong>in</strong>g they burn all those excess calories off<br />
with outdoor aerobics <strong>in</strong> the communal square before the<br />
pictured K<strong>in</strong>g; just like <strong>in</strong> Beij<strong>in</strong>g. I stood and watched from<br />
afar and did some of the techniques to the music.<br />
A guest surfaced after i’d been up for about two hours. He<br />
was clearly foreign, European and after a brief exchange i<br />
learned he was from Switzerland; here visit<strong>in</strong>g his girlfriend. He<br />
went on to tell me that he’s here for three weeks, travell<strong>in</strong>g<br />
alone, and he’s go<strong>in</strong>g to Buffalo Bridge where they made the<br />
famous World War film.<br />
“They were build<strong>in</strong>g the railroad, right through there. A lot<br />
of the slave labourers died” he <strong>in</strong>formed me. We both agreed<br />
how shock<strong>in</strong>g it all was. And fasc<strong>in</strong>at<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
I love it when strangers ask me personal questions and waffle<br />
on about their own exploits simply because i speak English.<br />
After our chat i contented myself with some read<strong>in</strong>g, and<br />
enjoyed the comforts of the guest house.<br />
The wonders of be<strong>in</strong>g a traveler abroad.<br />
As i read more backpackers climb out of a taxi-meter.<br />
They came and sat down on the barstools <strong>in</strong> this makeshift
estaurant. New arrivals <strong>in</strong> their little 18-30 club plann<strong>in</strong>g their<br />
short-stay down to the last, with the help of their trusty Lonely<br />
Planet - the travel guide too heavy to carry. I can’t help but<br />
overhear their loud jokes and unrealistic travel stories; blatantly<br />
made up jargon that they just happen to f<strong>in</strong>d witty or<br />
sc<strong>in</strong>tillat<strong>in</strong>gly enterta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g cause their own holiday has been so<br />
bor<strong>in</strong>g. One of them just burped. Sorry but backpacker jokes are<br />
old and contrived and not what i would f<strong>in</strong>d particularly funny;<br />
half of them pilfered from Backpack All Over. Thank God not<br />
everyone wants to leave the sanctuary of their own home to<br />
venture out and explore parts where other tourists have<br />
def<strong>in</strong>itely been before.<br />
I cheer myself up with an OO’ pessimism. On a roll i turn to<br />
these Americans and their stupid accents. Could they not alter<br />
their tone to par their current country? That is, after all how<br />
dialects orig<strong>in</strong>ate. Do they th<strong>in</strong>k they're still <strong>in</strong> the States and<br />
can get away with sound<strong>in</strong>g like they do <strong>in</strong> America?<br />
They will be <strong>in</strong> a state after some of the local moonsh<strong>in</strong>e!<br />
Does everyone else <strong>in</strong> the World not f<strong>in</strong>d there accent irritat<strong>in</strong>g<br />
like Dame Edna on your laptop all day long?<br />
"Ayuthhaya sounds good." says one.<br />
"I just like go<strong>in</strong>g to places that are really like..." she stumped<br />
for words other than "...somewhere that i'll like."<br />
"I was th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g the same th<strong>in</strong>g, totally awesome"<br />
Its not awesome darl<strong>in</strong>g its awful.<br />
"I wouldn’t want to go to somewhere like Vegas when we<br />
could go to Cali."<br />
But you can't go to Cali unless you take a plane.<br />
"Oh shoot me." I could do that.<br />
Later that even<strong>in</strong>g, sat alone on my bed with a bottle of rice<br />
spirit and some still Red Bull – the perfect mixer and various<br />
smok<strong>in</strong>g paraphernalia feel<strong>in</strong>g glum. Every time i drank from<br />
the can, my mouth came out <strong>in</strong> a rash. There were these horrid
spots all around my lips. Assum<strong>in</strong>gly rats sneak <strong>in</strong>to the depots<br />
and ur<strong>in</strong>ate on the merchandise. My room had holes <strong>in</strong> it - those<br />
giant air vents; so voices and music flood through the walls. I<br />
can hear a wh<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g outside; a cat it seems, one possessed <strong>by</strong> a<br />
demon, voic<strong>in</strong>g a sound like a wail<strong>in</strong>g child. When stroked cats<br />
purr, but i can’t get my hands on this one. She scarpers every<br />
time i go near. It’s a little unnerv<strong>in</strong>g. I could go out, yet tonight<br />
i fancied an early one. What would i be do<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> Brita<strong>in</strong> now i<br />
wonder? If i was <strong>in</strong> England i'd be out with mates - on a bender<br />
<strong>in</strong> Brixton but i’m boxed <strong>in</strong> on my own feel<strong>in</strong>g sorry for the<br />
World. Bored i decide to take a walk, f<strong>in</strong>d a bar and maybe a<br />
girl to talk to…<br />
The streets were peaceful; desolated <strong>by</strong> the ra<strong>in</strong>. Shop shutters<br />
shielded doors and w<strong>in</strong>dows. Food trolleys stood vacant A<br />
musty smell of fried food hung still <strong>in</strong> the air. Ch<strong>in</strong>amen<br />
wear<strong>in</strong>g oriental hats passed without glance. I kept my gaze<br />
lower than theirs (a sign of respect) and kept mov<strong>in</strong>g. Hear<strong>in</strong>g<br />
moto-bikes approach from beh<strong>in</strong>d i stuck to the path, gett<strong>in</strong>g<br />
lost a little then f<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g my way back on track. The time was<br />
now 12am. Ha toom. The monsoon upon us, starts to downpour<br />
aga<strong>in</strong>. The ra<strong>in</strong> so heavy it flooded the streets. Tak<strong>in</strong>g shelter<br />
under a canopy <strong>in</strong> a little shopp<strong>in</strong>g arcade i smoked a cigarette<br />
sitt<strong>in</strong>g on the stone table and chairs, <strong>in</strong> the middle of which a<br />
tiled chessboard was placed. I played with imag<strong>in</strong>ary figures<br />
aga<strong>in</strong>st a surreal opponent. Each move calculated until the K<strong>in</strong>g<br />
was cornered; and check was mate.<br />
1am. I stopped, enticed <strong>by</strong> food odors from an eatery still open;<br />
shutters at the front and seats and plastic table-clothed metal<br />
tables spill<strong>in</strong>g out onto the pavement. Glanc<strong>in</strong>g briefly at the<br />
menu <strong>in</strong> English i ordered noodle soup with pork sitt<strong>in</strong>g down,<br />
open<strong>in</strong>g the lid of a blue box conta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g forks, spoons and<br />
chopstick. Also <strong>in</strong> the centre of the table were a jug of water
and a dish of chilli soy sauce. The waitress come cook brought<br />
me a glass full of ice and i poured myself a dr<strong>in</strong>k.<br />
Ra<strong>in</strong> dripped down from the canopy above the eatery. The<br />
roof bore no gutter<strong>in</strong>g so the water fell with force, splash<strong>in</strong>g<br />
heavily on the walkway, wett<strong>in</strong>g <strong>Thai</strong>s buzz<strong>in</strong>g around below.<br />
The lady served my food. Noodles and soy bean sprouts with<br />
meat added to the top, the pork balls boiled <strong>in</strong> the pot with herbs<br />
and some other <strong>in</strong>gredient i’m wasn’t too sure about. Chew<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the fatty meat i hit a bone. It is soft and chewable and clearly<br />
supposed to be eaten, otherwise they’d not have put it <strong>in</strong> my<br />
soup. I added too much chilli soy. I’ve got a feel<strong>in</strong>g it is go<strong>in</strong>g<br />
to come straight out the other side - best be head<strong>in</strong>g home. The<br />
roof of my mouth was on fire and my nose ran. Grabb<strong>in</strong>g some<br />
extra roll i left, assum<strong>in</strong>g they wouldn’t have paper <strong>in</strong> the guest<br />
house toilets. I paid my bill –a mere 25bht.<br />
Walk<strong>in</strong>g back briskly <strong>in</strong> the ra<strong>in</strong>, i tried not to waddle like<br />
man who really needs to go. Pa<strong>in</strong> bit my abdomen. Estimat<strong>in</strong>g I<br />
have about three m<strong>in</strong>utes before it starts to get messy I made a<br />
dash for it, but one can’t run with excruciat<strong>in</strong>g stressed bowels.<br />
Stopp<strong>in</strong>g, stood still as the pa<strong>in</strong> jabbed down my anus,<br />
Back at the guest house i fiddled for a moment with the key<br />
now stuck <strong>in</strong> the lock, twist<strong>in</strong>g till it almost snapped.<br />
"Stupid bloody th<strong>in</strong>g" i cursed as it f<strong>in</strong>ally opened and urged<br />
myself to hurry <strong>in</strong>to the communal bathroom.<br />
With seconds to spare i made it, pull<strong>in</strong>g my pants down and<br />
position<strong>in</strong>g my arse safely over the toilet just as my bowels<br />
released, spray<strong>in</strong>g a flurry of brown excrement <strong>in</strong>discrim<strong>in</strong>ately<br />
<strong>in</strong>to the bowl. What a relief! Ridd<strong>in</strong>g my stomach of unwanted<br />
food i needn't have eaten. Pork undoubtedly plagued with<br />
unfriendly bacteria… There's still more to come, this was<br />
verg<strong>in</strong>g on diarrhea and i would surely be sick if i could only<br />
get my head over the hole. But it felt good to release it, and my<br />
stomach pa<strong>in</strong> subsided.<br />
Damn foreign food.
I just know the latr<strong>in</strong>e is go<strong>in</strong>g to clog up when i flush. The<br />
dra<strong>in</strong>er made the size of a plughole – it’s go<strong>in</strong>g to be a squeeze,<br />
like try<strong>in</strong>g to get chocolate sponge through a keyhole. I may<br />
have to stick a hand <strong>in</strong> and break it up a bit! Just let’s hope it<br />
doesn't flood.<br />
I pressed the flusher; it swirled around and started to go<br />
down then clogged as i expected mak<strong>in</strong>g an awful glugg<strong>in</strong>g<br />
sound. Little bits float around disgust<strong>in</strong>gly. I pressed the handle<br />
another three times but it would not budge. I decide to quit<br />
while i am ahead. If someone notices let’s hope they blame the<br />
fat German. I made for my room, leav<strong>in</strong>g the toilet quietly.<br />
The next morn<strong>in</strong>g i woke up aga<strong>in</strong> bright and healthy. I was<br />
pleased to see my turd had gone and also that some new faces<br />
had arrived.<br />
I go over, "Hey girls, plann<strong>in</strong>g your trip?"<br />
"Sure are!" they say <strong>in</strong> unison.<br />
"Maybe i can... help ya" I get <strong>in</strong>to role.<br />
"We were supposed to be head<strong>in</strong>g down to Koh Tao." the<br />
cute one said.<br />
"We were supposed to be <strong>in</strong> Koh Tao" the other one echoed.<br />
In fact they’re both cute.<br />
"We missed our coach" said the cute one<br />
"I've just come from there" i said <strong>in</strong>terrupt<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
"Really!"<br />
"I got off the boat this morn<strong>in</strong>g." i nodded.<br />
"Get over yourself! Was it good? Did you enjoy it?"<br />
"Did you go div<strong>in</strong>g?"<br />
"I dived... snorkeled" I say flapp<strong>in</strong>g my hands as if i were<br />
breast-strok<strong>in</strong>g. They confer between themselves about the<br />
wonders of div<strong>in</strong>g the deep blue sea. My ex girlfriend just died<br />
last week and already i’m chatt<strong>in</strong>g up girls.<br />
As it happened, that little chat cheered me up. I lulled around<br />
<strong>in</strong> Noom all day, rest<strong>in</strong>g and recharg<strong>in</strong>g. Later i got talk<strong>in</strong>g to
Alec an American English tutor headed for Sukhothai with a<br />
friend.<br />
“We got to catch a bus to Chiang Mai”<br />
“Chiang Rai”<br />
“Right, Chiang Rai that’s what i said”<br />
“Why don’t you come with us?” Alec asked.<br />
“Actually” I hesitated “I was go<strong>in</strong>g to go to Sukhothai”<br />
I was wait<strong>in</strong>g for Chuck to offer me a lift when i heard the<br />
r<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g bell of an ice cream trolley. I ran out to buy myself an<br />
iced sandwich with rice, peanuts, a little <strong>Thai</strong> fruit - like lychee<br />
and carnation cream drizzled on top. Frozen cool but already<br />
it’s melt<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Jerry and two people who i'd say were def<strong>in</strong>itely European were<br />
chatt<strong>in</strong>g as i made myself a coffee. I hovered around the<br />
bookshelf then jo<strong>in</strong>ed their bor<strong>in</strong>g conversation.<br />
"What do you th<strong>in</strong>k, Dave?" asked Jerry giv<strong>in</strong>g me an<br />
opportunity to break my silence.<br />
"What do i th<strong>in</strong>k..." i took a moment to prepare my answer,<br />
“Its funny that you ask actually... Just the other day i met a <strong>Thai</strong><br />
lady who was with a foreigner. "Falang" as they call us."<br />
I thought he was referr<strong>in</strong>g to the toilet.<br />
"Farang!" Jerry shakes his head. "It means Frenchman,<br />
right,"<br />
"No i do not th<strong>in</strong>k" pipes Pierre<br />
"Yes, yes it does," I <strong>in</strong>sist and Jerry agrees, "Its from colonial<br />
times. And that's exactly why they hate us because we<br />
conquered them."<br />
"Its true, even your own wife can hate you."<br />
"Especially!"<br />
“That’s why, when you ask them for someth<strong>in</strong>g they pretend not<br />
to understand, then call for back up.”<br />
“It’s a hustle that one”
“Oh excuse me,” Pierre fakes a high pitched accent, “me no<br />
understand, let you speak my brother”<br />
We laughed <strong>in</strong> unison.<br />
In the even<strong>in</strong>g i relaxed read<strong>in</strong>g that really heavy travel guide<br />
from Mr. Tan's bookshelf. I overheard those two girls talk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong><br />
the double room next door to m<strong>in</strong>e, their light voices travel<strong>in</strong>g<br />
through the paper th<strong>in</strong> walls and air vents, snippets of their<br />
conversation distract<strong>in</strong>g my read<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
"Ich haß ihn beim chatten mit se<strong>in</strong>er <strong>Thai</strong>-Ex erwischt. Er hat<br />
ihr erzählt wie wir Sex hatten- Ist das nicht eklig? Ich fühl mich<br />
so e<strong>in</strong>sam plötzuch..." said the blonde girl who i believed to be<br />
Norwegian.<br />
"Ach was, das arschloch verdient dich garnicht. Vergliss<br />
ihn!" her friend spoke more like German or Dutch. I guess<br />
they'd come to ride motos and snub the English still about some<br />
grudge over the channel isles. Give me a <strong>Thai</strong> girl to talk to<br />
please. I rummage <strong>in</strong> my <strong>Thai</strong> translation with acoustics<br />
practic<strong>in</strong>g my converse. The word of the day today is Melloo.<br />
Melloo, Melloo, Melloo, Melloo. It means I don't understand.<br />
I th<strong>in</strong>k i'll use that a lot. While i was lost <strong>in</strong> thought the girls<br />
conversation slipped <strong>in</strong>to English.<br />
“I’m so tired from lack of sleep… be<strong>in</strong>g sick”<br />
“Wasn’t it someth<strong>in</strong>g you ate?”<br />
“I don’t th<strong>in</strong>k so”<br />
“And you’ve been sleep<strong>in</strong>g all day. Maybe you should go to<br />
a hospital”<br />
“I’m feel better now”<br />
“That’s good Laura. I don’t want to be travel<strong>in</strong>g while you’re<br />
ill”<br />
“Sorry”<br />
“I know its not your fault. It is just that if someth<strong>in</strong>g..;<br />
anyth<strong>in</strong>g could happen”<br />
“Do you know what happened when i went to use the toilet?”
My ears pricked up, “Someone had been <strong>in</strong> there before me and<br />
clogged the whole th<strong>in</strong>g. They hadn’t flushed and i tried to… I<br />
was retch<strong>in</strong>g!”<br />
“My God that’s disgust<strong>in</strong>g.”<br />
“I know. I had to wake Mr. Tan up. He got the plunger out,”<br />
“Oooo. Yuck”<br />
“It was… GROSS!”<br />
“I bet it was that weird guy.”<br />
“And they’d used all the toilet roll wip<strong>in</strong>g their ass”<br />
The girl on the right shook her head. I blushed<br />
“What a waste of paper”<br />
The cat that wh<strong>in</strong>ed like a little girl last night came to me and<br />
brushed itself aga<strong>in</strong>st my leg, press<strong>in</strong>g her head <strong>in</strong>to my toes<br />
and meow<strong>in</strong>g as cats do, as though <strong>in</strong> a k<strong>in</strong>d of despair.<br />
I sneezed.<br />
Before leav<strong>in</strong>g Lopburi i wanted to see those amaz<strong>in</strong>g little<br />
monkeys who <strong>in</strong>habit the northern end of town, tak<strong>in</strong>g cream<br />
buns and sticky rice as gifts to feed them. Across the tracks Phra<br />
Kaan shr<strong>in</strong>e pays homage to their little monkeys <strong>in</strong> the form of<br />
a depict<strong>in</strong>g statue ten times their size. I see them feast<strong>in</strong>g and<br />
fight<strong>in</strong>g over the food i dropped them. Then i casually caught a<br />
tuk-tuk toward Sukhothai.<br />
Pick<strong>in</strong>g up some literature on the way i learned that<br />
Sukhothai was a former K<strong>in</strong>gdom of its own and the old capital<br />
was <strong>in</strong> Tambon Mueang Kao twelve kilometers outside the<br />
modern city. The old city now <strong>in</strong> ru<strong>in</strong>s was part of the Khmer<br />
Empire. The build<strong>in</strong>gs of Buddha built <strong>in</strong> stone were aged yet<br />
impressive and seem<strong>in</strong>gly timeless.
Before leav<strong>in</strong>g Lopburi i’d checked accommodation on the<br />
computer at Noom’s. Got a guest house l<strong>in</strong>ed up, once aga<strong>in</strong> a<br />
fraction of the cost of those <strong>in</strong> Pattaya.<br />
I got there around 7pm and checked <strong>in</strong>. After my shower i<br />
went to eat, but i didn’t have to go far; stay<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the guest<br />
house and eat<strong>in</strong>g food cooked <strong>by</strong> the landlady, Fon. It tasted<br />
good and filled me up after a journey, fast<strong>in</strong>g. Her husband<br />
Daeng was also to eat so i thanked them both then retired to my<br />
chalet to sip warm soy milk and whisky. This room was<br />
decorated <strong>in</strong> white and grey patterned tiles. There was a long<br />
shelf spann<strong>in</strong>g the room and a raised platform which housed the<br />
double bed. Above the bed were two stone air vents <strong>in</strong> typical<br />
oriental design- figure of eights. All were covered with<br />
mosquito nets. A row of clear, blurred tiles let <strong>in</strong> daylight at<br />
dawn, as did a w<strong>in</strong>dow. The curta<strong>in</strong>s were knotted <strong>in</strong> the<br />
middle, the fall off resembled a hang<strong>in</strong>g fish. There was a light<br />
and a fan. Basic and very cheap.<br />
I wanted to wash. But the soap was at the 7eleven. The s<strong>in</strong>k<br />
dra<strong>in</strong>ed straight out onto the bathroom floor. And a friend<br />
stayed with me, an enormous cockroach coloured dark amber<br />
with V-shaped antennae, which act as an extrasensory radar<br />
similar to a T.V Ariel. It’s unfortunate enough to be spend<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the night <strong>in</strong> the room with me. Outside voices come through the<br />
w<strong>in</strong>dows opened to let air <strong>in</strong>. The walls are paper th<strong>in</strong> or should<br />
i say the ceil<strong>in</strong>g is paper th<strong>in</strong> and on top of that a ra<strong>in</strong>-proof cast<br />
iron roof slopes diagonally down; protection aga<strong>in</strong>st monsoons.<br />
You f<strong>in</strong>d yourself warm, dry and exposed to all surround<strong>in</strong>g<br />
noise - traffic, dogs, voices and general clatter<strong>in</strong>g usually<br />
caused from the rout<strong>in</strong>e dishwash<strong>in</strong>g and tidy<strong>in</strong>g up. I snoozed<br />
<strong>in</strong> a pool of sweat.<br />
Unable to sleep i went out for a walk down. Pass<strong>in</strong>g the usual<br />
vend<strong>in</strong>g kiosks, and the oriental streets. Sat <strong>by</strong> the river i<br />
smoked a cigarette. And listened to the crickets.
Sukhothai was subdued for some reason and i wanted the<br />
congregational gather<strong>in</strong>g that there had been <strong>in</strong> Lopburi.<br />
The next day I was sat out on the wooden veranda, shaded from<br />
the sun <strong>in</strong> full view of the flowers.<br />
“Sawasdee” came a friendly voice,<br />
“Monsoon” I replied, cheer<strong>in</strong>g up.<br />
“We like ra<strong>in</strong>drops fall<strong>in</strong>g from the sky” said Fon, “flow<strong>in</strong>g<br />
through streams, wallow<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> ponds, crash<strong>in</strong>g down waterfalls<br />
and on <strong>in</strong>to the sea”<br />
“Then back up <strong>in</strong>to clouds.” I completed her verse.<br />
She smiled a pretty picture of happ<strong>in</strong>ess then went about her<br />
chores. Clean<strong>in</strong>g out empty rooms as guests had left.<br />
There were some watch<strong>in</strong>g T.V. I went over to <strong>in</strong>troduce<br />
myself but they showed little <strong>in</strong>terest <strong>in</strong> my comments. I guess<br />
they're tired and probably have loads of Farangs mak<strong>in</strong>g<br />
conversation simply because they come from the same part of<br />
the world and therefore speak better English than the locals. In<br />
fact i've been able to communicate with practically all the<br />
Europeans i have met <strong>in</strong> Indo-Ch<strong>in</strong>a yet when i was <strong>in</strong> Europe<br />
hardly anyone understood me. I th<strong>in</strong>k they pretend to not<br />
understand, not to speak English simply to snub us.<br />
Just when i was start<strong>in</strong>g to twiddle my thumbs i met Raymon.<br />
Ray had long curl<strong>in</strong>g black hair tied back <strong>in</strong> a ponytail. He<br />
looked like a Spaniard and was wear<strong>in</strong>g a white shirt of Indian<br />
design. He had a stern look which softened when i said hello to<br />
him as we passed <strong>in</strong> the yard. We began talk<strong>in</strong>g and became<br />
friends, realiz<strong>in</strong>g we had a lot <strong>in</strong> common. He was unhurriedly<br />
mak<strong>in</strong>g his way north from Koh Samui.<br />
“I was <strong>in</strong> Ayuthaya; beautiful, beautiful city”<br />
“Really, i was go<strong>in</strong>g to stop there,” i lied.<br />
“It was awful. I had a guest house <strong>by</strong> the river”<br />
“Awful. Cool” I repeated. As Ray and i were both go<strong>in</strong>g the<br />
same way we agreed to travel together
At Sukhothai station Ray and i waited for a bus north to Chiang<br />
Mai. A gang of American tourists arrived <strong>by</strong> taxi, talk<strong>in</strong>g loudly<br />
<strong>in</strong> their very own accent whilst pack<strong>in</strong>g a load of luggage -<br />
backpacks and bags onto the bus- squish<strong>in</strong>g Ray and i together<br />
on the back seat. “I don’t see why they don’t just get some<br />
leather strap-ups and call themselves suitcasers.” I said to Ray,<br />
“At least that way they’d fit better <strong>in</strong>to the compartments”<br />
We plowed on complet<strong>in</strong>g the journey that, weeks earlier had<br />
been <strong>in</strong>terrupted <strong>by</strong> the suspicious behaviour of the tra<strong>in</strong> police.<br />
This time there were no hiccups and after a long and rather<br />
tiresome bus ride i found myself sun loung<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the famously<br />
cultured northern city of Chiang Mai. An old and ancient city<br />
close to the countries northern borders… And to Ch<strong>in</strong>a.<br />
In the center the ancient city sits - one square kilometer<br />
across - enclosed <strong>in</strong> walls and bordered <strong>by</strong> a moat. With<strong>in</strong> this<br />
old defended fortress, the streets weave and bend like Seville <strong>in</strong><br />
Southern Spa<strong>in</strong>, a place i had visited with Auntie W<strong>in</strong>nie. Here<br />
there are plenty of guest houses, bars and restaurants,<br />
reasonably priced.<br />
Ray rented a motorbike and gave me a guided tour of Chiang<br />
Mai. The Seven Hundred Year Stadium, night bazaar and the<br />
Airport Plaza. Ray had travelled extensively <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>land - alone,<br />
with girlfriends and had visited this city more than once before.<br />
He told me a bit about the North, the prov<strong>in</strong>ce of Chang Mai,<br />
Pai and Mae Hong Song. I took an opportunity, sat eat<strong>in</strong>g<br />
Thalis at the Royal India to question him about the border<br />
cross<strong>in</strong>g. I asked about the landscape and cross<strong>in</strong>g procedure<br />
without reveal<strong>in</strong>g too much about my predicament and the<br />
reason for my vested <strong>in</strong>terest. Ray had ridden the border route<br />
and reported that there were military signs with warn<strong>in</strong>gs not to<br />
cross. They read,<br />
Fallangs keep out. We shoot!
He said if i tried to cross illegally they would shoot me!<br />
"They would never shoot a Westerner." I contradicted. He also<br />
said you could walk across the border at the northern cross<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>in</strong>to Burma at Mae Sot.<br />
“Walk across!”<br />
“For the day”<br />
We chilled <strong>in</strong> the shade from the afternoon sun at a bar <strong>in</strong> the<br />
centre of <strong>Thai</strong>paya, dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g beer, smok<strong>in</strong>g and laugh<strong>in</strong>g at the<br />
idiosyncrasies of the world and the peculiarities of <strong>Thai</strong><br />
customs.<br />
After eat<strong>in</strong>g we went to Walk<strong>in</strong>g Street which ran between<br />
the <strong>Thai</strong>paya Gate side of the moat and the night bazaar. A<br />
bustl<strong>in</strong>g area with an avid nightlife i would consider a red light<br />
district. It was similar to Pattaya’s only not as immense and<br />
without the coastal aspect. As it was Sunday, the famous<br />
Chiang Mai market was on that even<strong>in</strong>g. It offered an array of<br />
quality goods, gifts brought <strong>by</strong> hill tribes to the northern city<br />
from as far as Burma or Ch<strong>in</strong>a; or handmade <strong>by</strong> local tribes.<br />
Ray was Christmas shopp<strong>in</strong>g for his sister’s family <strong>in</strong> Australia,<br />
enquir<strong>in</strong>g as to the price of engraved, silver cutlery or<br />
personalized plates. I spied a stall sell<strong>in</strong>g weapons, knives and<br />
knuckledusters which i really needed. I bought one,<br />
“Why do you want one of those?” Ray asked.<br />
“For self defense” i <strong>in</strong>sisted to his amusement. He may not<br />
have appreciated the danger of travell<strong>in</strong>g solo; walk<strong>in</strong>g around<br />
town on your own risk<strong>in</strong>g be<strong>in</strong>g assaulted <strong>by</strong> a lady boy, or<br />
ravaged <strong>by</strong> a stray dog! Not that it was likely to happen here of<br />
course, this place was very chilled out… And it was easy to<br />
congregate - make your own religion.<br />
“Wow!” We partied, absorb<strong>in</strong>g the charm of the female<br />
hospitality there to enterta<strong>in</strong>. Afterwards the bar-girls we'd<br />
befriended dragged us to Spicy, the nightclub <strong>by</strong> the moat -<br />
drunk and you won't float – it was so precariously positioned<br />
people reportedly drowned <strong>in</strong> it every new year.
“I th<strong>in</strong>k they’re just too lazy to fence it off”<br />
“They’re Buddhists,” Ray commented “they believe strongly<br />
<strong>in</strong> re<strong>in</strong>carnation. When you die <strong>in</strong> this life, you live on <strong>in</strong> the<br />
next”<br />
“I know that!” i said, “I still wouldn’t want to fall <strong>in</strong>”<br />
At the entrance to Spicy was a food stall, a bouncer with a<br />
truncheon; and on the wall <strong>by</strong> the door - a blatant sign that read,<br />
No Ladyboys<br />
Inside it smelled of halitosis.<br />
The girls summoned our attention <strong>by</strong> bopp<strong>in</strong>g to the cheesy<br />
music that the DJ struggled to mix; do<strong>in</strong>g sexy dance. Ray was<br />
lov<strong>in</strong>g it, i amused myself with yet another beer and then was<br />
danc<strong>in</strong>g like Travolta later on. I look back and Ray’s talk<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
a bargirl, relax<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the club after her shift was over. What a<br />
pleb! I could see he was putt<strong>in</strong>g on the charm. I carried on<br />
dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g, check<strong>in</strong>g out the local amusement and bopp<strong>in</strong>g along<br />
to the tunes.<br />
Later, Ray had gone off, probably with that girl he was<br />
talk<strong>in</strong>g to. I made my own way back home, weav<strong>in</strong>g my way<br />
through Thapae’s la<strong>by</strong>r<strong>in</strong>th of side streets until i found our guest<br />
house.<br />
When I returned to the Hostel, open<strong>in</strong>g the door I caught Ray<br />
and this young <strong>Thai</strong> girl sitt<strong>in</strong>g erect on the mattress do<strong>in</strong>g what<br />
appeared to be the G-spot jiggy, or the Kangaroo shuffle! Ray it<br />
seems also picked up tips from the Love Guru’s How to Boom-<br />
Boom <strong>Thai</strong> Girls Handbook<br />
“What the f..?”<br />
“S. s. sorry!” I hastened to leave, clos<strong>in</strong>g the door.<br />
“Its alright mate, we’re just gett<strong>in</strong>g warmed…” The door<br />
h<strong>in</strong>ged closed drown<strong>in</strong>g out the d<strong>in</strong>. What’s he play<strong>in</strong>g at, the<br />
pisshead. I wasn’t go<strong>in</strong>g to get any sleep till that butterfly<br />
girlfriend of his got out of our room. Until then the three of us<br />
are all be<strong>in</strong>g kept up.
I popped across the street and grabbed a S<strong>in</strong>gha from the<br />
lob<strong>by</strong> of the hotel, chatt<strong>in</strong>g with the night security about f<strong>in</strong>er<br />
beers and late shifts and how warm it was outside even at such a<br />
late hour. It was hot and i was dehydrated.<br />
The follow<strong>in</strong>g day was the first cloudy day <strong>in</strong> a month or more.<br />
The polluted sky had fallen; a gaseous mist swamped Chiang<br />
Mai... Later the ra<strong>in</strong> would come, but only a drizzle.<br />
We made plans to head for the border over a sober<strong>in</strong>g English<br />
breakfast. I could have stayed <strong>in</strong> the city and eaten more foreign<br />
food but Ray had to go on a bus excursion - all <strong>in</strong>clusive Visa<br />
Ride. There was a space left <strong>in</strong> the m<strong>in</strong>ibus so i negotiated a<br />
free lift to Chiang Rai.<br />
“Sorry about last night”<br />
“It was a little embarrass<strong>in</strong>g”<br />
“We weren’t shagg<strong>in</strong>g!”<br />
“What were you do<strong>in</strong>g?” I almost pried.<br />
“She was giv<strong>in</strong>g me a <strong>Thai</strong> massage” Ray answered<br />
“I thought that was shagg<strong>in</strong>g!”<br />
“No. It was heal<strong>in</strong>g therapy. Her uncle’s a monk at Wat Po”<br />
“Oh, that expla<strong>in</strong>s it” I said feel<strong>in</strong>g enlightened.<br />
We left it at that. Her uncle was a monk from Wat Po. I mopped<br />
runny egg up with a half slice of toast.<br />
“Are you tired?” I asked Ray as i saw him yawn<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
“I only got two hours sleep! i need matches to keep my eyes<br />
open”<br />
“That girl kept us both awake last night” I compla<strong>in</strong>ed.<br />
“Mate, you should have just come <strong>in</strong>. We wouldn’t have<br />
m<strong>in</strong>ded.”<br />
“But i would Ray; besides i don’t th<strong>in</strong>k i’d of slept with you<br />
two go<strong>in</strong>g at it.”<br />
“There was no need for you to stay out all night!” Ray said.<br />
“Its not a big deal. I went back to Spicy and enjoyed myself”<br />
“Did you pull” Ray asked.
“Pull what?” I returned.<br />
Return<strong>in</strong>g to the Airport Plaza i spent some of the rema<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g<br />
money i bagged from Steve; bought some new camp<strong>in</strong>g gear. A<br />
tent, sleep<strong>in</strong>g bag, compasses to take on my rural journey and<br />
make it more pleasurable.<br />
I was excited; it felt good to hit the road, especially after<br />
shar<strong>in</strong>g a room with the love guru and his short-time girlfriends.<br />
It was time to move on, besides i felt like i was be<strong>in</strong>g watched<br />
wherever i walked. As if an unbeknown entity was read<strong>in</strong>g my<br />
m<strong>in</strong>d, watch<strong>in</strong>g my every move. I wouldn’t want to stay,<br />
stand<strong>in</strong>g out and get myself arrested and deported.<br />
I told Ray i was head<strong>in</strong>g further North <strong>in</strong>to the jungle when i<br />
got off <strong>in</strong> Chiang Rai and he gave me his phone number to<br />
contact him when i returned. I got my camp<strong>in</strong>g gear checked<br />
and packed.<br />
“Why did you buy a tent,” he laughed, “you go<strong>in</strong>g<br />
camp<strong>in</strong>g?”<br />
“Yeah, trekk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the jungle.”<br />
He looked at me like i was weird.<br />
“We can’t all stay <strong>in</strong> posh places every night” i defended.<br />
“You might die out there…”<br />
“Yeah, right” I said sarcastically.<br />
“Seriously! You’ll need a guide” he <strong>in</strong>sisted.<br />
A guide; i thought for a moment. It was a good idea and figured<br />
to conduct the help of Hill Tribesmen once i got out there.<br />
“So where are you go<strong>in</strong>g to go; Lao?” asked Ray.<br />
“No. I’m com<strong>in</strong>g back here. I have to get my visa from Mae<br />
Sai and then i was th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g of go<strong>in</strong>g to Bpai”<br />
We partied like hell on our last night, dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g at Spicy until<br />
4am, and then awak<strong>in</strong>g at eight. The m<strong>in</strong>ibus driver banged on<br />
our door and we fumbled <strong>in</strong>to the taxi and out of the harsh early
sun. I just remember Ray on his hands and knees check<strong>in</strong>g<br />
noth<strong>in</strong>g had been left under the bed.<br />
The journey took three hours and we stopped halfway at a<br />
service po<strong>in</strong>t <strong>by</strong> the side of the road. I ate some cold egg rice<br />
and we both got water,<br />
“So how long do you th<strong>in</strong>k you’ll be up there?” Ray asked<br />
<strong>in</strong>hal<strong>in</strong>g on an L.M.<br />
“A week, maybe two” I gave the most accurate answer i<br />
could without say<strong>in</strong>g, “I’m cross<strong>in</strong>g the border and never<br />
com<strong>in</strong>g back!” …And well i may be back, if th<strong>in</strong>gs don’t go<br />
accord<strong>in</strong>g to plan. I won’t f<strong>in</strong>d out till I get there, will i?<br />
“You be careful. Its jungle, hot and arid; there’s mosquitoes,<br />
snakes, scorpions.” He shook his head “Its not like the English<br />
countryside.”<br />
“I know. I’ll be f<strong>in</strong>e.”<br />
“Get a guide, there’s plenty of tours you can book <strong>in</strong> Chiang<br />
Rai for thirty quid or so”<br />
“Okay. I will, for sure”<br />
Get a guide. The thought was there aga<strong>in</strong>. I’d made some<br />
enquiries before we left the city, when pass<strong>in</strong>g one of the<br />
touristy shop outlets the day before; the <strong>Thai</strong> tradesmen sat<br />
patiently beh<strong>in</strong>d their desk jump<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to action as soon as a<br />
passer<strong>by</strong> showed an <strong>in</strong>terest n their trek, badger<strong>in</strong>g me with<br />
questions… “Yes mister, trek very good; when you want go?<br />
Two day or three day? Only for yourself…”<br />
I trekked for miles through Poland, Russia and Mongolia. I<br />
th<strong>in</strong>k i can handle it. What i really need is a map; an<br />
orienteer<strong>in</strong>g map not a road map - show<strong>in</strong>g trek routes and<br />
footpaths for those who fancy an afternoon stroll <strong>in</strong>to Burma.<br />
But there aren’t any here i can f<strong>in</strong>d; none for resale.<br />
Most of the commut<strong>in</strong>g routes are now roads, concreted<br />
over, built upon, towns now - the rest is hostile.<br />
“They’re board<strong>in</strong>g the bus, Dave.” Ray stirred me from my<br />
th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g dream, “Quick, or they’ll leave us beh<strong>in</strong>d”
When we arrived <strong>in</strong> Chiang Rai the bus dropped us off near the<br />
river. I waved a heartfelt good<strong>by</strong>e to Ray as the bus departed.<br />
Feel<strong>in</strong>g the heat as i watched it fight its way through traffic and<br />
out of sight. I was back on my own aga<strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong> a new city, one not<br />
as big or bustl<strong>in</strong>g as Chiang Mai.<br />
I followed directions to Lotus Guest House and checked <strong>in</strong><br />
for one night, pay<strong>in</strong>g a measly 80bht for a s<strong>in</strong>gle room<br />
surrounded <strong>by</strong> luscious green palm trees. Need<strong>in</strong>g a good rest<br />
after our late night party<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the hyped up Chiang Mai i<br />
decl<strong>in</strong>ed early and read three chapters of a love saga.<br />
The bed was itchy and i had trouble sleep<strong>in</strong>g, as seem<strong>in</strong>gly<br />
<strong>in</strong>visible little <strong>in</strong>sects bit and clawed me. Even when i turned on<br />
the light i couldn’t see them.<br />
The follow<strong>in</strong>g morn<strong>in</strong>g i went out to f<strong>in</strong>d a good place to eat<br />
breakfast, pray<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> Wat Jedyod temple then eat<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the little<br />
<strong>Thai</strong> restaurant opposite, sat on the bar outside feel<strong>in</strong>g joyous.<br />
Ray had been a good travel companion, the first s<strong>in</strong>ce liais<strong>in</strong>g<br />
with Jut <strong>in</strong> Cam Pha on the Vietnamese coastl<strong>in</strong>e. Now i’m<br />
back to eat<strong>in</strong>g alone aga<strong>in</strong>, convers<strong>in</strong>g with myself, star<strong>in</strong>g<br />
down the street.<br />
I had decided i could use a guide though i doubted i would<br />
f<strong>in</strong>d anyone will<strong>in</strong>g to take me across the border illegally.<br />
However, some local skills focused around the lay of the land<br />
could be useful. All i have seen so far <strong>in</strong> Northern <strong>Thai</strong>land is<br />
thick overgrowth and concrete; jungle too baron to pass<br />
through.<br />
I went to consult the trekk<strong>in</strong>g guide who advised me that it<br />
was low season, and that it would cost 1800bht to trek; i’d be<br />
pay<strong>in</strong>g the price for two. But the trek did <strong>in</strong>clude white water<br />
raft<strong>in</strong>g, elephant rid<strong>in</strong>g and a trip to see the Longnecks – who,<br />
<strong>by</strong> wear<strong>in</strong>g large necklaces grow giraffe-like necks. I tried to<br />
expla<strong>in</strong> that i was not at all <strong>in</strong>terested <strong>in</strong> those touristy th<strong>in</strong>gs,<br />
but i did seek an educated knowledge of the jungle, routes and
means to trek without sound<strong>in</strong>g dodgy or illegal. He looked at<br />
me like i was crazy.<br />
I could have booked a trek <strong>in</strong> Chiang Mai for half the price.<br />
I reckoned it would be way too touristy for my lik<strong>in</strong>g and left it,<br />
sav<strong>in</strong>g my money.<br />
The next day i took a cruise up the Mae Kok river to Taton – a<br />
small town walk<strong>in</strong>g distance from the border. It seemed the next<br />
best dest<strong>in</strong>ation, west of the notorious Golden Triangle.<br />
The fare cost 350bht. The boat was narrow unlike what i’d<br />
somehow envisaged; myself and the other passengers sat at<br />
oppos<strong>in</strong>g sides, converse to the river flow and to our direction,<br />
upstream. Our shoulders rested on one side of the boat, our feet<br />
on the other, softened <strong>by</strong> fitted cushion<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
The water was rough so we had to disembark and walk part<br />
of the way through the jungle paths, stopp<strong>in</strong>g at a bar - and at an<br />
Acha village where elephants carried tourists and tourists took<br />
photos of elephants.<br />
We arrived <strong>in</strong> the qua<strong>in</strong>t town of Taton as even<strong>in</strong>g fell, the<br />
day now w<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g down, the sun dropped beh<strong>in</strong>d the mounta<strong>in</strong>s<br />
still light<strong>in</strong>g a big white Buddha sat high <strong>by</strong> yet another temple<br />
- the boatman said the temple was Wat Taton.<br />
The fellow passengers and i had all become acqua<strong>in</strong>ted on<br />
the four-hour cruise, and though some – a Korean couple and<br />
another Farang – went to f<strong>in</strong>d a good quality Guest House <strong>in</strong><br />
this expensive village, the rest of us stuck together and sought a<br />
place to eat.<br />
We settled on an eatery just up the bank from the port,<br />
overlook<strong>in</strong>g the Mae Kok we’d just come up. The sky was now<br />
dark and the warm lights from across the river -mirrored <strong>in</strong> the<br />
water- looked epic. We all commented on the picturesque view.<br />
“It is like Leon” one said.<br />
After d<strong>in</strong>ner, dr<strong>in</strong>ks and conversation, the others decl<strong>in</strong>ed to<br />
their rooms they had booked at that very same establishment
where we had eaten whilst i made excuses and set off <strong>in</strong>to the<br />
dark. I had my camp<strong>in</strong>g gear and aimed to f<strong>in</strong>d a rural spot,<br />
resist<strong>in</strong>g the temptation to take the easy option and rent a guest<br />
house for the night.<br />
Settl<strong>in</strong>g on a spot with a little important privacy i pitched and<br />
crashed. It was unexpectedly cold and quite uncomfortable,<br />
asleep <strong>in</strong> between a bush and the back yard of a house. I’m sure<br />
i heard rats crawl<strong>in</strong>g around, and dogs barked through the night<br />
but i was safe and sound <strong>in</strong> my new polyester tent.<br />
Wak<strong>in</strong>g the follow<strong>in</strong>g morn<strong>in</strong>g, as the sun rose i felt fresh and<br />
elated, breath<strong>in</strong>g the clean country air. I had another lazy day<br />
though i was outside, sat <strong>by</strong> the river, near the grand, metal<br />
bridge overhead and the landscaped, consecrat<strong>in</strong>g rise. It can<br />
feel hard to relax <strong>in</strong> such public view. And travell<strong>in</strong>g can be<br />
tedious; so i wasted some time... fill<strong>in</strong>g the void <strong>in</strong> my<br />
afternoon. I ate a meal at the same restaurant we had visited<br />
after last even<strong>in</strong>g’s boat trip. There, i saw the eastern European<br />
couple that came up with us on the boat, they said “Hi” and i<br />
returned their greet<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
On the way home just before dusk, after a long, easy day i<br />
bought a dr<strong>in</strong>k from the stupid old woman on the corner. A<br />
milky p<strong>in</strong>k th<strong>in</strong>g with float<strong>in</strong>g white bits. I took it back to my<br />
tent to have as a nightcap but when i drank it tasted puke. It was<br />
eight months out of date. I checked the best before date aga<strong>in</strong><br />
th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g it must be a mispr<strong>in</strong>t and swore to take it back the next<br />
day, whilst retch<strong>in</strong>g. I downed a shot of <strong>Thai</strong> whisky then<br />
waltzed <strong>in</strong> their shop the follow<strong>in</strong>g morn<strong>in</strong>g to demand my<br />
money back. I figured she'd be tricky and sure enough when i<br />
asked for a refund the haggard little woman made out like she<br />
couldn't understand a word i said.<br />
"This dr<strong>in</strong>k, past the sell <strong>by</strong> date" I put the bottle <strong>in</strong> front of<br />
her and po<strong>in</strong>ted out the seriously expired use <strong>by</strong> date but she
simply stood there; play<strong>in</strong>g dumb. I opened the lid and thrust it<br />
<strong>in</strong> her face with such pace it very nearly gushed all over.<br />
"Smell" I <strong>in</strong>sisted.<br />
"Falang" she calls and out pops this old man from beh<strong>in</strong>d the<br />
T.V appear<strong>in</strong>g to have been woken up from daytime slumber.<br />
The argument cont<strong>in</strong>ued, myself aga<strong>in</strong>st the two of them<br />
culm<strong>in</strong>at<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> their demands that i leave their store and my<br />
threats to call the tourist police. F<strong>in</strong>ally after some negotiation<br />
they refund my money at which po<strong>in</strong>t i got o the fridge, tak<strong>in</strong>g<br />
as many of those p<strong>in</strong>k dr<strong>in</strong>ks as i could carry back to the till i<br />
then dropped them on the counter.<br />
"Out of date" I persisted "Throw <strong>in</strong> b<strong>in</strong>. No good" I made<br />
puk<strong>in</strong>g sounds. The woman started yell<strong>in</strong>g and the man<br />
brandished a stick. I saw my moment and made to leave<br />
notic<strong>in</strong>g a crowd had begun to congregate outside.<br />
"What happen?" asked a semi-English speak<strong>in</strong>g <strong>Thai</strong>, "What<br />
you do?" I offered a simple explanation but it fell on deaf ears.<br />
Mistaken for a shoplifter i started to run, fast without look<strong>in</strong>g<br />
back leav<strong>in</strong>g the shouters beh<strong>in</strong>d. There was a dirt-track straight<br />
ahead. I'd camped there last night so knew the way well.<br />
Mov<strong>in</strong>g hurriedly under stress i collided with one of those damn<br />
pancake stalls on wheels, the driver obviously at fault for not<br />
look<strong>in</strong>g where she was go<strong>in</strong>g. Two dozen eggs spilled and<br />
smashed on the pavement and me. I stayed stunned like a giant<br />
mushroom <strong>in</strong> an omelet, exposed to the foreign curses of these<br />
normally pleasant traders.<br />
In h<strong>in</strong>dsight, now was the time to retort. To stand up with<br />
egg on my face and apologize, try to expla<strong>in</strong>. But i didn't. I kept<br />
on runn<strong>in</strong>g evad<strong>in</strong>g capture like a fox to the hunt, pursued <strong>by</strong> a<br />
few overactive locals tak<strong>in</strong>g the law <strong>in</strong>to their own hands.<br />
I trundled, weighed down <strong>by</strong> my backpack and hampered <strong>by</strong><br />
cheap flip flops. As the mob followed more jo<strong>in</strong>ed <strong>in</strong> the chase.<br />
I turned to look back, judg<strong>in</strong>g the distance between us. Lead<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the pack was a <strong>Thai</strong> Muay fighter, bare-chested and wear<strong>in</strong>g
vivid red shorts with tassels. In that brief moment i counted a<br />
mob of over a dozen assailants. I was unperturbed. I saw my<br />
way albeit acclivitous. The temple high up on the mounta<strong>in</strong>,<br />
shrouded <strong>in</strong> mist. Wat Taton, my sanctuary.<br />
Ascend<strong>in</strong>g the grassy hill hastily i was left with a choice of<br />
routes; either stay on the grass or take the old stone steps which<br />
led to what looked like a cave. I took the steps. On either side<br />
were great balustrades that segregated the temple stairway from<br />
the jungle. I noted that they had ancient writ<strong>in</strong>gs on them and<br />
were bulwarked <strong>by</strong> figur<strong>in</strong>es, stone monkeys and Buddhist<br />
priests. Their sculptured expressions no doubt frowned on me as<br />
i pushed my way through overweight tourists who took<br />
photographs and ate ice cream. Monks dropped their alms and<br />
gawped at my rudeness.<br />
Once at the top i was <strong>in</strong> the Withan and took a moment to<br />
observe small reliquaries hous<strong>in</strong>g statues of Buddha neatly<br />
decorated with flowers and candles. Aromatic <strong>in</strong>cense filled the<br />
air. A white elephant carried a chalice... the bone of Buddha and<br />
<strong>in</strong> the centre of it all, a giant golden chedi.<br />
It looked plastic but later i learned that it was plated with<br />
gold. Overwhelmed <strong>by</strong> it all and exhausted from the climb i<br />
stumbled, <strong>by</strong> now my pursuers had caught me up. I rolled on the<br />
floor as they kicked and spat at me. My cower<strong>in</strong>g body they<br />
battered.<br />
“Farang” they shouted with hatred as if i verily deserved<br />
punishment. The <strong>Thai</strong> Muay boxer waved clenched fists <strong>in</strong> fury.<br />
Others bantam, raised their little bamboo sweep<strong>in</strong>g brushes, and<br />
whacked me with them. Bits of dust and dirt clogged my w<strong>in</strong>d<br />
passage. I coughed almost chok<strong>in</strong>g and put my arms up <strong>in</strong> an<br />
effort to protect my face. Tourists there to observe the ancient<br />
relics turned and po<strong>in</strong>ted their cameras at me. A crowd had<br />
formed and some were cheer<strong>in</strong>g. I felt humiliated, alone and <strong>in</strong><br />
pa<strong>in</strong> then one particularly ugly woman prodded me <strong>in</strong> the<br />
gonads.
Turn<strong>in</strong>g to Buddha, elevated and framed <strong>in</strong> ivory elephant<br />
tusks i hastily repented and prayed for help. I needed<br />
absolution, quick! F<strong>in</strong>ally the monks <strong>in</strong>tervened, assisted <strong>by</strong> one<br />
burly American tourist who kept say<strong>in</strong>g, "Take it easy!"<br />
The mob dispersed as quickly as it had formed. I stayed<br />
stunned, humble and bruised. Look<strong>in</strong>g down i saw my bloodsta<strong>in</strong>ed<br />
shirt, and bits off egg white all over my trousers.<br />
And all because of that p<strong>in</strong>k milky th<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
I sought refuge at the temple for two weeks. The monks<br />
hospitably obliged. After a spell the Monk Superior -as i called<br />
him- suggested i relocate. Slightly offended i felt i was obliged<br />
to adhere to the wishes of the monks yet it worked out for the<br />
best anyway. I was <strong>in</strong> fact relocated to a Buddhist school fifteen<br />
kilometres north east of Wat Taton; a large build<strong>in</strong>g which bore<br />
an uncanny similarity to the Shaol<strong>in</strong> temple of Shanghia. The<br />
school was situated high up <strong>in</strong> the mounta<strong>in</strong>s and most of the<br />
surround<strong>in</strong>gs was tropical overgrowth.<br />
Our neighbours lived off the land <strong>in</strong> huts made from<br />
bamboo, wood and iron. Why would anyone want to destroy this<br />
<strong>in</strong> favour of grimey <strong>in</strong>ner-city blocks of flats? Dur<strong>in</strong>g the day,<br />
local farmers -the majority of them female- worked <strong>in</strong> the<br />
Paddy fields - the kow farms; farm<strong>in</strong>g rice, brav<strong>in</strong>g the heat.<br />
I spent my days walk<strong>in</strong>g the grounds of the temple, listen<strong>in</strong>g<br />
to flow<strong>in</strong>g water, the sounds of nature and children play<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
"Hello, <strong>by</strong>e-<strong>by</strong>e" they giggled and hid, seem<strong>in</strong>gly most<br />
<strong>in</strong>trigued <strong>by</strong> the Farang pass<strong>in</strong>g through as they played around<br />
their homes.<br />
Walk<strong>in</strong>g encourages fluid th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g and there was plenty of
that around here. My m<strong>in</strong>d locked on to the other Buddhists,<br />
and i was th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g a lot. I felt safe here but i was also unnerved<br />
<strong>by</strong> the various little statues scattered around the gardens; some<br />
looked straight at you, others away. I swore i could feel their<br />
gaze upon me, just as you would a liv<strong>in</strong>g, breath<strong>in</strong>g person.<br />
The areas surround<strong>in</strong>g the monastery were peaceful and calm<br />
and after a while i ceased stress<strong>in</strong>g at the remoteness of it all.<br />
Yet noth<strong>in</strong>g excit<strong>in</strong>g ever really happened here. Time was spent<br />
sat <strong>in</strong> an uncomfortable position star<strong>in</strong>g at the wall for thirty<br />
m<strong>in</strong>utes. An important concept of meditation is to nullify the<br />
m<strong>in</strong>d to alleviate boredom and suffer<strong>in</strong>g, hence one achieves<br />
enlightenment. Students meandered around, meditat<strong>in</strong>g at least<br />
partially all the while. I did my best to do this without<br />
confliction between Buddha and the Christian deity and its<br />
teach<strong>in</strong>gs which Auntie <strong>in</strong>stilled <strong>in</strong> me as a child.<br />
In the meditation hall the absence of walls decorated the room<br />
with mounta<strong>in</strong>s and sky. Short gusts of w<strong>in</strong>d swept through<br />
chim<strong>in</strong>g little bells, each one engraved <strong>in</strong> Tai-Kadai. The roof<br />
was held up <strong>by</strong> l-beams. On either side, teak wood tables fitted<br />
with benches, i imag<strong>in</strong>e held a banquet <strong>in</strong> old times. The gra<strong>in</strong><br />
of wood had become so worn down now the holes and crevices<br />
etched a face with a crooked gr<strong>in</strong>.<br />
I made a good friend here, Monk Tae; he showed me the<br />
rout<strong>in</strong>e a monk must follow. Every morn<strong>in</strong>g we’d grab our little<br />
metal bowls and go out, along the street to the caterers. There<br />
they’d fill our bowl with food for breakfast.<br />
After eat<strong>in</strong>g i'd sneak beh<strong>in</strong>d the wall, sit on my log and<br />
smoke. I don't th<strong>in</strong>k the monk superior m<strong>in</strong>ded me smok<strong>in</strong>g, if<br />
he did he never said, but i preferred to be discreet about my<br />
habit. I'd waft as i exhumed the smoke so they wouldn't see it<br />
ris<strong>in</strong>g over the wall.<br />
Monk Len spoke the best English and educated me <strong>in</strong>
Buddhist wisdom and philosophy. They seemed to stress great<br />
importance <strong>in</strong> my conformance to their rituals and lifestyle,<br />
pay<strong>in</strong>g respect to Buddha whilst liv<strong>in</strong>g there with them. They<br />
also saw this task as someth<strong>in</strong>g for me to embrace and enjoy<br />
which, i <strong>in</strong>deed did to the best of my ability; but i wasn't about<br />
to shave my hair off.<br />
The Buddhists see Christianity as a bogus, fabricated theory;<br />
an idealistic conception for a disenchanted World. But to devout<br />
Christians those views are heresy. We believe meditation is<br />
dangerous, bear<strong>in</strong>g the soul to spirits consumed with evil that<br />
have become lost outside the eternal vortex; trapped <strong>in</strong> a realm<br />
frequented <strong>by</strong> the undead. They, from the Christian viewpo<strong>in</strong>t -<br />
revel<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the occult - are verg<strong>in</strong>g on satanic yet appease<br />
Buddha. They will never be converted.<br />
I slept under the big female Buddha, sitt<strong>in</strong>g seductively, topless<br />
with her hand on her crotch. Cloths hung and blew <strong>in</strong> the<br />
howl<strong>in</strong>g w<strong>in</strong>d; i wrapped up <strong>in</strong> blankets shelter<strong>in</strong>g from the cold<br />
night and dreamt about Annie.<br />
One night, i was ly<strong>in</strong>g half-asleep; try<strong>in</strong>g my utmost not to<br />
meditate and was witness to an apparition. Eerie and isolated,<br />
filled with spirit native to the land. I swear it was Jesus ghost! I<br />
knew it was him because he wore a cross of thorns on his crown<br />
and was dressed <strong>in</strong> old fashioned attire. Then the apparition<br />
changed, metamorphed <strong>in</strong>to someth<strong>in</strong>g timid and fragile; God as<br />
a child. I would never dare tell a soul this for fear of be<strong>in</strong>g<br />
humiliated, but it happened and it was a sign; a sign of Buddha.<br />
The Almighty Father, who if had lived for a day <strong>in</strong> the life of<br />
a humble villa<strong>in</strong> would surely walk with angels over the ashes.<br />
God is a gift, rejoice. You never walk alone with he. In him we<br />
trust. I crossed my heart, dried my eyes and recalled Auntie’s<br />
wise words. “As you get older and watch your friends die,<br />
wonder<strong>in</strong>g what you believe <strong>in</strong> just adds confusion”<br />
I remember wak<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g, recall<strong>in</strong>g my dream.
Condensed mist dripped off the rooftop like melt<strong>in</strong>g snow,<br />
steam <strong>in</strong> cold air. There was a feel<strong>in</strong>g, a presence of Buddha or<br />
someone. It was cold and spooky but also beautifully spiritual. I<br />
was lost <strong>in</strong> the jungle, stranded <strong>in</strong> nature's la<strong>by</strong>r<strong>in</strong>th, basic<br />
predatorial danger surrounds me. As my eyes led me, Annie<br />
was there before me, sh<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g silvery <strong>in</strong> the mist, we talked but<br />
she wouldn't understand; she turned away. When i tried to touch<br />
her i woke up.<br />
There i was back <strong>in</strong> this time, <strong>in</strong> this place of worship alone;<br />
<strong>in</strong> a hall of meditation. I saw the early sun push through<br />
break<strong>in</strong>g clouds and at that moment i decided – rightly or<br />
wrongly – that it was time to leave.<br />
� � � � � � � � � �<br />
A drop of water shall be returned<br />
with a burst of spr<strong>in</strong>g
6<br />
As i Packed my bags prepar<strong>in</strong>g to leave, Monk Tae<br />
had done his best to waylay me f<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g questions<br />
from his limited alien vocabulary.<br />
"Where you go? Please Mister, now not good<br />
time to go..." I placed a hand on his shoulder and<br />
bid him farewell. He seemed deeply saddened <strong>by</strong><br />
my departure. The glum look <strong>in</strong> his eyes brought<br />
out emotions i may have suppressed. “I’m a<br />
traveler so i don’t do good<strong>by</strong>e’s” i quipped.<br />
As i was leav<strong>in</strong>g the Headmaster was there,<br />
stand<strong>in</strong>g under the arch, bold amd gawp<strong>in</strong>g. I<br />
turned to face him and waied. He waved back<br />
shew<strong>in</strong>g me away. I knew he was a bigot who had<br />
never appreciated my presence, as a Briton on his<br />
campus. I felt noth<strong>in</strong>g but was glad. Glad to be on<br />
my way, back on the long road home.<br />
Walk<strong>in</strong>g along the road i rem<strong>in</strong>ded myself of my
life and the current situation. All that bus<strong>in</strong>ess <strong>in</strong><br />
Pattaya, the bus up here with Ray, the boat, that<br />
silly <strong>in</strong>cident shoplift<strong>in</strong>g that had led me to Wat<br />
Taton. Pass<strong>in</strong>g through town i felt like a convict<br />
just released from Her Majesty's Prison.<br />
I stop and ask ladies from the Acha tribe if they<br />
will guide me to their camp. They nod and wave<br />
handmade bracelets for me to buy. I decide to go it<br />
alone, follow<strong>in</strong>g the path north of the Big Buddha<br />
sitt<strong>in</strong>g overlook<strong>in</strong>g the Mae Kok river. I had to eat<br />
and check my emails so the first stop was the<br />
Internet café – thank Buddha Taton had one –<br />
opposite the boat land<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Noth<strong>in</strong>g from Ray. Noth<strong>in</strong>g from anyone. I<br />
checked on the <strong>Thai</strong> immigration site. The f<strong>in</strong>e for<br />
overstay<strong>in</strong>g your Visa is 500 baht a day up to a<br />
maximum 20,000!<br />
Fuck, i was disappo<strong>in</strong>ted. After several days away from<br />
civilization, liv<strong>in</strong>g as a monk and meditat<strong>in</strong>g the hours away<br />
with a niggl<strong>in</strong>g hope with<strong>in</strong> me always, it was dishearten<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
return and f<strong>in</strong>d no electronic mail await<strong>in</strong>g me. No lead, no<br />
guidance. I had to go it alone, as i had planned; i knew i could<br />
rely on myself. Pack<strong>in</strong>g as much food as i could carry i ventured<br />
out <strong>in</strong>to the wild aga<strong>in</strong>, paus<strong>in</strong>g to pray for a moment before the<br />
shr<strong>in</strong>e of Buddha.<br />
I was guided, twist<strong>in</strong>g and turn<strong>in</strong>g through the jungle us<strong>in</strong>g<br />
my compass for navigation through thick, dense and unduly<br />
hostile terra<strong>in</strong>. The sun, break<strong>in</strong>g through the clouds, shone<br />
down on my head and shoulders.<br />
After two and a half hours my sangu<strong>in</strong>ity of encounter<strong>in</strong>g a hill<br />
tribe village seemed overly optimistic. Perhaps i’d been to<br />
zealous head<strong>in</strong>g straight back out. But its like when you take a<br />
bus, the first half of the journey takes ages then the latter end<br />
goes quicker and when you get to the outer city limits time
stands still because you know you’re there. Right now, i didn’t<br />
know where the hell i was.<br />
A Gecko moves like a whippet over the dried leaves and<br />
branches that form the ground, like a giant ant, right to my feet.<br />
I almost feel afraid of the little guy.<br />
The food I’d brought with me had run out. I drank stream water<br />
to quench from the dry heat, an excruciat<strong>in</strong>g heat but also a<br />
cool, cooler than the cities the jungle and its natural shade.<br />
I waded through thick overgrowth, follow<strong>in</strong>g a path that<br />
gradually turned to noth<strong>in</strong>g. On my hands and knees i crawled<br />
through a gap, brush<strong>in</strong>g off prickly bushes and <strong>in</strong>to long grass.<br />
Upright aga<strong>in</strong> and walk<strong>in</strong>g on two feet i accidentally trod on<br />
someth<strong>in</strong>g, a liv<strong>in</strong>g breath<strong>in</strong>g organism underfoot. Tsssss! His<br />
big and deadly tongue rattled the noise - like a plastic ba<strong>by</strong>’s<br />
toy. I shifted my weight to the other foot and cont<strong>in</strong>ued on <strong>in</strong> a<br />
fluster, my heart skipp<strong>in</strong>g a beat, primal fear trembl<strong>in</strong>g through<br />
my sk<strong>in</strong>. The noise was of a snake. One step and yet more<br />
jungle hampered me. Glanc<strong>in</strong>g down below i saw the slimy coil<br />
of the serpent, its body twisted, <strong>in</strong>dented, its head wide and<br />
hostile; K<strong>in</strong>g Cobra ready to strike. Ouch! Before i could th<strong>in</strong>k<br />
he propelled forward, his venomous tongue pierc<strong>in</strong>g the taught<br />
sk<strong>in</strong> around my unprotected ankle. This lethal lizard attacked<br />
<strong>in</strong>stantaneously.<br />
I fell <strong>in</strong>to the overgrowth, the prickly p<strong>in</strong>ed branches hold<strong>in</strong>g<br />
me, stopp<strong>in</strong>g my fall. The snake slithered away; i lay shak<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
pa<strong>in</strong> and poison <strong>in</strong> my leg. A gash, an open wound above my<br />
ankle. There was no pa<strong>in</strong> at first, only shock, but then it came.<br />
And with it a sense of fear and chaos. I was immobilized, could<br />
only lie there, to heal my wounds. I had stood on the snake <strong>by</strong><br />
mistake and the snake had bitten back.<br />
I awoke from a dream, a light sleep made deep through<br />
overtiredness; typically acquired <strong>by</strong> a novice trek<strong>in</strong>g the hot,<br />
arid jungle. I opened my eyes and my ears; all my senses to a
heightened po<strong>in</strong>t of awareness. My head felt heavy from<br />
sleep<strong>in</strong>g sound <strong>in</strong> the sun, my ankle ached and the whole left<br />
side of my body was stiff and sore. I wriggled to a crawl<br />
severely <strong>in</strong> need of fresh water, mov<strong>in</strong>g slow like a snail,<br />
stopp<strong>in</strong>g to rest aga<strong>in</strong>st trees <strong>in</strong> the shade. My tongue and lips<br />
were glued together, my mouth was so dry. I heard a rustl<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
movement near<strong>by</strong>. Delerious, paranoid thoughts <strong>in</strong>vaded my<br />
bra<strong>in</strong>. Tiger, elephant? For a moment i w<strong>in</strong>ced as the hair stood<br />
up on my back. There it was before me...<br />
At first i couldn’t believe my eyes… I awed at the site before<br />
me. The wooden planks of the steeple, on the top a crucifix; and<br />
those def<strong>in</strong>ed gold-plated r<strong>in</strong>gs. “It can’t be!”<br />
Bemused, stagger<strong>in</strong>g i circled the build<strong>in</strong>g, sat qua<strong>in</strong>tly on<br />
the edge of the Burmese jungle until i came to a sign that read,<br />
Donated By those happy folk of Wald Freeden<br />
It was; and underneath that it said,<br />
This church was moved and restored here on this<br />
pot and was opened on 25 th December 1999 <strong>by</strong> Sir<br />
Habd dama<br />
13 months ago. And the same i assume was written alongside<br />
<strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>. Its impossible i thought i must be halluc<strong>in</strong>at<strong>in</strong>g. This<br />
cannot be the same church that was my sanctuary <strong>in</strong> the forest<br />
of Wald Frieden almost two years ago.<br />
A young girl tend<strong>in</strong>g to the garden noticed my stupor and<br />
came to ask if i needed help. I sat down and said, “nam” rest<strong>in</strong>g<br />
and dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g the water she fetched me. Then i asked,<br />
“Yellowman?” putt<strong>in</strong>g as much emphasis on tone as possible <strong>in</strong><br />
the faith i’d be understood.<br />
and th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g about those happy months i had spent three years<br />
ago when i began my travels <strong>in</strong> Germany. Sail<strong>in</strong>g over the<br />
Rhyne, trekk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the mounta<strong>in</strong>s near Kassell, and this same<br />
church that had been my sanctuary then. Tw<strong>in</strong>ned with a twon
<strong>in</strong> Indoch<strong>in</strong>a, they seemed to have rebuilt the structure here <strong>in</strong><br />
this spot. Quite amaz<strong>in</strong>g! Or perhaps someth<strong>in</strong>g more div<strong>in</strong>e.<br />
She took me <strong>in</strong> to this Christian house <strong>in</strong>habited <strong>by</strong> the people<br />
of the Karen tribe. The Karen be<strong>in</strong>g one of the orig<strong>in</strong>al hill<br />
tribes, descendants of the Azian settlers that have traveled<br />
nomadically s<strong>in</strong>ce the early hours at the dawn of civilization;<br />
closely related to the tribes who traveled to South East Azia,<br />
and then north to baron Ch<strong>in</strong>a as the Earth’s climate warmed.<br />
See<strong>in</strong>g i was quite sick and snake-bitten, suffer<strong>in</strong>g from a<br />
mild tropical disease, sunstroke and dehydration, the nurtur<strong>in</strong>g<br />
persons of the tribe took pity on me, immediately tak<strong>in</strong>g it upon<br />
themselves to nurse me. Their young girls brought me water to<br />
quench my desperate thirst. My sunburned body they cooled<br />
and cleansed with a wetted towel, remov<strong>in</strong>g my cloth<strong>in</strong>g down<br />
to my tiger-sk<strong>in</strong> box<strong>in</strong>g shorts. They fed me sweet and sticky<br />
rice, pressur<strong>in</strong>g me to eat when i really wasn’t hungry. Feed a<br />
fever, starve a flu... And i could barely refuse.<br />
Smil<strong>in</strong>g, talk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> sweet tones, they willed my quick<br />
recovery, and through my ail<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>capableness they catered to<br />
my every whim. For a time i thought i’d died and gone to<br />
heaven. Liv<strong>in</strong>g, breath<strong>in</strong>g and rest<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> this hill tribe tree<br />
house.<br />
After a time there i fell <strong>in</strong> love with Fon, the best English<br />
speaker of the tribe, the girl who wore white, whose name<br />
meant ra<strong>in</strong>.<br />
“I’m Christian” I told her about my stay with the monks.<br />
“Have”<br />
“What have?”<br />
“Have Krisptiean. Wan Athit”<br />
I found it <strong>in</strong>terest<strong>in</strong>g that the <strong>Thai</strong> day we call Sunday is Wan<br />
Athit and Athit is also their name for the Sun.<br />
“My god” I had <strong>in</strong>stantaneously thought of someth<strong>in</strong>g,
voiced it out loud, “it must be Christmas. What day is it today?”<br />
“Saturday” Fon answered.<br />
“No the date. Number, you know number!”<br />
She didn’t know. I thought rationally, my diary.<br />
“This,” i said, hold<strong>in</strong>g the book <strong>in</strong> my pack. I po<strong>in</strong>ted to the<br />
day then spoke <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>, “Wan nee”<br />
“Wan nee. Ye sip si” Fon said<br />
“Twenty four, twenty four; its Christmas Eve”<br />
“Kritamas”<br />
“Tomorrow” i said to Fon, “is Jesus’ birthday!”<br />
“You believe <strong>in</strong> Jesus?” Fon asked <strong>in</strong> her dialect.<br />
“Sure, but i guess i can’t be truly sure”<br />
“You believe <strong>in</strong> Santa Claus?”<br />
As part of my heal<strong>in</strong>g process, i got up and dressed the next<br />
morn<strong>in</strong>g. Sunday, Xmas day and we celebrated Jesus just<br />
befojust as i had done <strong>in</strong> Germany, two years past. This time<br />
there was no meal, Christmas d<strong>in</strong>ner or pudd<strong>in</strong>g. Not even<br />
coffee and cakes. Sitt<strong>in</strong>g around on the floor <strong>in</strong>side where<br />
families, women and children play<strong>in</strong>g with toys. As i entered<br />
each and everyone of them turned their curious little faces and<br />
stared at the foreigner. I was the only occident there.<br />
Smoked herbs were delivered as offer<strong>in</strong>gs. A Burman monk<br />
sat at the back lead the service, read <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong> or Sanskrit. His<br />
saffron robes dist<strong>in</strong>ctive <strong>in</strong> their color, differ<strong>in</strong>g from the orange<br />
worn <strong>by</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>s. He waved, <strong>in</strong>vit<strong>in</strong>g me to come for a bless<strong>in</strong>g. I<br />
decl<strong>in</strong>ed on the grounds of my ailment but the rest of the<br />
congregation willed me on summon<strong>in</strong>g me up so i carried<br />
myself to him.<br />
There was no carols sung or communion w<strong>in</strong>e, only humm<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
I spoke with the monk, bald and chub<strong>by</strong>. Asked him a<br />
little about his country and he, me the same. He seemed<br />
<strong>in</strong>telligent, though spoke <strong>in</strong> typical Pidg<strong>in</strong> English. He showed<br />
me the religious books he’d studied and showed concern toward
my health.<br />
“Merry Kritamas!”<br />
After out chat and my fumbled return to my seat on the floor<br />
the sermon began once more. A bell chimed; the buzz of voices<br />
and laughter. More humm<strong>in</strong>g then began a chant<strong>in</strong>g like song.<br />
Ladies, who are unwelcome <strong>in</strong> Buddhist monasteries sat<br />
pray<strong>in</strong>g, their foreheads pressed <strong>in</strong>to their clasped palms;<br />
smolder<strong>in</strong>g jossticks or flowers wedged between f<strong>in</strong>gers.<br />
A bored ba<strong>by</strong> bemoaned, shriek<strong>in</strong>g above the d<strong>in</strong> and outside<br />
older children played chase. The whole service seemed somber.<br />
No snow, no ra<strong>in</strong>, unlike the Christmas i familiar to myself.<br />
There was food when we returned from church to home. Plenty<br />
of it - rice and pork and egg. As Fon and me ate together we<br />
talked about religion, about God, Buddha and each other before<br />
them. One of the men brought me a pipe – medication for the<br />
pa<strong>in</strong> and the heal<strong>in</strong>g. It made me high, droopy, I drifted off to<br />
sleep.<br />
Opium tastes of sarsaparilla and flowers; or banoffee pie. A<br />
warm feel<strong>in</strong>g runs through my body and everyth<strong>in</strong>g looks<br />
brighter. My pa<strong>in</strong> is numbed, my fever subdued but my head<br />
feels heavy. I’ve been awake, tok<strong>in</strong>g on the chillum for hours. I<br />
want to smoke more yet i’m not sure if i ought to. Everyone else<br />
is asleep. The cicadas rattle <strong>in</strong> the jungle and the sky was swept<br />
with stars.<br />
Branwell Bronte was a junkie and so was Major Tom. High on<br />
the effects of pure opium<br />
lit a smoke and chased the dragon. I found myself on the edge<br />
of a field filled with beautiful white and purple poppies.<br />
Papaver Somniferum.<br />
"Opium poppies!".
Sala had a young lady with him, who had seem<strong>in</strong>gly appeared<br />
from the jungle wall. She looked to be <strong>in</strong> her teens, but these<br />
girls look so ageless, i couldn’t be sure.<br />
His lady-friend’s mouths was also black from chew<strong>in</strong>g betel nut.<br />
He asked if i enjoy a smoke <strong>by</strong> mim<strong>in</strong>g the act of pipe light<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
He brandished some joi –as brown as his sk<strong>in</strong> and <strong>in</strong>structed me<br />
to follow him down to a dwell<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Follow<strong>in</strong>g the path lead us down and under the canopy of trees.<br />
There were three huts built side <strong>by</strong> side. Sala led me <strong>in</strong>side the<br />
first. I see scattered carelessly on the dried ground certa<strong>in</strong> manmade<br />
paraphernalia. Bamboo pots, spoons, scales, a furnace and<br />
a plastic conta<strong>in</strong>er with a label that read ACETIC<br />
ANHYDRIDE. Engraved on the wooden bench were the<br />
numbers 999. I supposed this was an illegal jungle ref<strong>in</strong>ery, for<br />
the purpose of mak<strong>in</strong>g dangerous narcotics. These fanatics were<br />
turn<strong>in</strong>g pure opium <strong>in</strong>to hero<strong>in</strong> or morphe<strong>in</strong>e!<br />
Sala brandished a bamboo pipe, and smoked - tok<strong>in</strong>g it all<br />
up. He then refilled the chillum and passed it to me, a big gr<strong>in</strong><br />
on his face. I returned his w<strong>in</strong>k and placed the pipe to my lips…<br />
Two foreigners approached from along the dirt road.<br />
“We're from the U.N International Narcotics Control Board,<br />
here <strong>in</strong>vestigat<strong>in</strong>g the illegal production of opium <strong>in</strong> Myanmar.”<br />
I thought it was a joke. Sala smiled and gave me the nudge, he<br />
pulled out his gun, as did his sidekick. The two looked frantic,<br />
they weren’t armed,<br />
“Calm down, there’s no need for weapons” said the female.<br />
I stepped <strong>in</strong>to the fore and said “You should get yourselves out<br />
of here before th<strong>in</strong>gs get nasty” <strong>in</strong> my brashest Cockney accent.<br />
With all of that excitement calmed down we decl<strong>in</strong>ed to a hut<br />
further up the hill. The trees here were taller, and the air tasted<br />
different, fresher. Perhaps it was my imag<strong>in</strong>ation. We sat
around outside smok<strong>in</strong>g, a kilometer from where we met the<br />
Narcotics people. Sala and his girl’s whispered conversation<br />
dubbed only <strong>by</strong> the crack of bamboo on the fire - the warmth<br />
felt like the even<strong>in</strong>g sun – and the amplified sound of the gecko.<br />
I smoked a cheroot then went to sleep. The peace of night was<br />
disrupted <strong>by</strong> the sound of gunfire wak<strong>in</strong>g us all with a bolt.<br />
The next day I had a headache and felt groggy. I had a moment<br />
of realization, typically realiz<strong>in</strong>g how stupid i'd been com<strong>in</strong>g up<br />
here. It took me over two and a half months to get across the<br />
<strong>Thai</strong>-Burman border.<br />
Do you know how many borders i would have to cross to get<br />
to England? Twenty or more, gett<strong>in</strong>g out of <strong>Thai</strong>land was the<br />
esay part. This plot my life has weaved is start<strong>in</strong>g to wear th<strong>in</strong>,<br />
like my malnourished figure. This is not Scott of Antarctic, i tell<br />
myself, nor is it Philleas Fog. Its Dave Dolittle on the run from<br />
himself aga<strong>in</strong>. What is this stuff i’m smok<strong>in</strong>g?<br />
“The Police are com<strong>in</strong>g,” said Fon.<br />
“Tamblowat! Why? When?”<br />
“Not sure… They come for deportation. Take us back to<br />
Lao.”<br />
“I thought you were from Burma,”<br />
“Some Burma, some Lao, but we have go to Lao”<br />
“That’s terrible news. What will you do?”<br />
“Wait for them. When they come, go”<br />
“Go where?”<br />
“Back home; to Lao”<br />
I asked her if she wanted to go back home to Lao. She shrugged<br />
as though she didn’t know. And i felt i understood that; empat-
hized with her. I too was not sure if i wanted to leave this place.<br />
Though i did miss the city, i loved the peaceful idleness. They<br />
say the grass always looks greener…I could have stayed there<br />
another month.<br />
“In some days, when you’re well we have someone take you<br />
back to Chiang Mai.”<br />
I looked at her, took heed of what she said and felt the conflict<br />
of <strong>in</strong>terests <strong>in</strong> my heart. I wanted to say i didn’t want to go.<br />
What i wanted was to stay here; face the music together,<br />
belong<strong>in</strong>g to the tribe that had saved me… But it was not<br />
practical; i had a life they didn’t have. A one different to here.<br />
She looked at me and smiled. Then she said, “If the Poleece<br />
come, they will take you Dave.” It was then i knew, they had<br />
looked at my passport – while i slept or was ill so they knew my<br />
visa was up. I tried not to let on as i said “I don’t care. I will<br />
stay here until they…”<br />
She put her da<strong>in</strong>ty f<strong>in</strong>ger on my lips to shush me,<br />
“Wait you get better. Then they come”<br />
I made sure i had a stash of that brown stuff to take with me.<br />
Tabooed and felonious yet abundant here i obliged their culture.<br />
“Can you take me across the border? I want to go Pai. via<br />
Chian saen” I said to the bus driver.<br />
Fon was cry<strong>in</strong>g and so were the other nurses all of whom i<br />
hugged good<strong>by</strong>e but Fon last. Her face, her hair was a picture i<br />
had seen before. When Annie died i grieved for that face i<br />
would never ever see aga<strong>in</strong>. But Buddha prove me wrong.<br />
When i looked <strong>in</strong>to Fon's eyes that last time, as we said our<br />
heartfelt good<strong>by</strong>e's, i saw Anchalee star<strong>in</strong>g back at me.<br />
“Turn<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to clouds” I said as i stroked the tears from her<br />
cheek, quite flattered <strong>by</strong> this display of emotion. Then i turned<br />
and boarded the truck; waved as we pulled away.
I asked the driver if we could stop briefly <strong>in</strong> Taton. He seemed<br />
to fail to understand but stopped there anyway to pick up. As he<br />
did i walked briskly on dizzy legs to the <strong>in</strong>ternet café opposite<br />
the port. Stoneed from society, a reality i’d almost forgotten. I<br />
was lightheaded, but it felt good - therapeutic even - to be back<br />
<strong>in</strong> civilization.I bought a Pepsi and checked my emails, to see if<br />
Ray had left note. Perhaps he was <strong>in</strong> Bpai, or Chiang Mai. I had<br />
to decide where to get off.<br />
Back <strong>in</strong> Cha<strong>in</strong>g Mai<br />
RE: Hey M8 its JOS<br />
You’ve won $1.0000000000000000000<br />
Click<strong>in</strong>g on this it opened after 5 seconds<br />
I’m go<strong>in</strong>g to be celebrat<strong>in</strong>g New Year <strong>in</strong> Bpai. Where are you?<br />
Ray: I’m <strong>in</strong> c.M<br />
That co<strong>in</strong>cidental con of simultaneous events assured me that<br />
i was go<strong>in</strong>g to a good place and at the right pace. A sign from<br />
Buddha that I was on the right track, yet still i felt a sense of<br />
urgency.<br />
A wise traveler once said, There is not a right way nor a<br />
wrong way. Only different paths to choose.<br />
But bollocks to that… This was def<strong>in</strong>itely the way to go…<br />
When i got back to the truck i told the driver i wanted to go to<br />
Bpai. The lady <strong>in</strong> the <strong>in</strong>ternet café told me the bus turned off at<br />
Mae Faek. “Mae Faek” I said to the driver. Whether he didn’t<br />
unferstand or didn’t bother i couldn’t be sure but with Buddha’s<br />
guide our next stop was Chiang Mai.<br />
I went back to the Royal India and ate a thali. A spicy platter.<br />
Then went out to the cubicles round the corner and unleashed.<br />
I knew i could get a cheap room <strong>in</strong> the city. If there was one<br />
place that catered well for tourists it was Chiang Mai and<br />
Thapae offered a range of Farang options. English food, books
and rooms for the equivolant of a couple of pounds. Pay a fiver<br />
and you’re stay<strong>in</strong>g somewhere posh. I went back to the place<br />
where Ray and i stayed, close to the net café and the restaurant<br />
that did cheap, English breakfast. By now i preferred noodle<br />
soup or sweet rice to bacon, sausage and eggs but i thought i’d<br />
eat the latter while i had the opportunity.<br />
The same book i’d been read<strong>in</strong>g on the way up here, The<br />
Demeter Flower, which i’d borrowed from Noom <strong>in</strong> Lopburi<br />
was still there on the bookshelf where i’d left it. The tortured<br />
tale of lesbians blessed with an elixir had <strong>in</strong>trigued me but i had<br />
not f<strong>in</strong>ished it. Leav<strong>in</strong>g it <strong>in</strong> this appropriate place helped to<br />
lighten my bag for the trek but now i had the time and tunacity<br />
to complete it. I wonder if my box<strong>in</strong>g shorts are still hang<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
the rail<strong>in</strong>gs<br />
By the time the bus had rode those five hundred and sixty<br />
whatever curves along the snake-bend<strong>in</strong>g road to Bpai; carved<br />
skilfully <strong>in</strong>to the edge of mounta<strong>in</strong>s – i was altogether a bit sick<br />
of travel<strong>in</strong>g aga<strong>in</strong>. The typical bum sores and jarred neck<br />
aggravat<strong>in</strong>g my worn, ailed physique.<br />
I had no where def<strong>in</strong>ite to stay <strong>in</strong> Bpai - though i did still<br />
have my camp<strong>in</strong>g gear and was ready to explore my way out the<br />
town centre till i found a cozy spot to camp for free. Part of me<br />
wished i was back <strong>in</strong> the village with Fon. None the less, th<strong>in</strong>gs<br />
don’t always go as one may wish whence abroad, and notify<strong>in</strong>g<br />
Josh and Ray that i was on my way, and would be there this<br />
even<strong>in</strong>g, made it possible that they’d be hang<strong>in</strong>g around wait<strong>in</strong>g<br />
for me.<br />
I was pleased to get off the bus and popped across the road to<br />
get noodles. I then drank my first beer <strong>in</strong> three weeks which had<br />
me stagger<strong>in</strong>g around, stumbl<strong>in</strong>g and fall<strong>in</strong>g onto a patch of
grass- where i spent the night. Sleep<strong>in</strong>g sound, dehydrated but<br />
proud to be back <strong>in</strong> good form.<br />
When i woke <strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g i realized i had actually spent<br />
the night sleep<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the middle of a campsite! The owner now<br />
claimed i owed him 50 baht and demanded i pay up as i picked<br />
up and moved on down the banks of the river. I wished i had<br />
confirmed where Josh and Ray were stay<strong>in</strong>g. Until i f<strong>in</strong>d them,<br />
or if i don’t, i’ll be back to dos<strong>in</strong>g this time away <strong>in</strong> Bpai.<br />
After eat<strong>in</strong>g breakfast i asked a k<strong>in</strong>d restaurant owner if he’d<br />
look after some of my baggage to give my shoulders a break<br />
from the burden of the backpack i’d carried so far. I was still ill<br />
for sure - weak and lightheaded. I wanted to check my email but<br />
was more <strong>in</strong> the mood to relax. I hitched a ride to the Hot<br />
Spr<strong>in</strong>gs<br />
“Ray this is Josh, my friend from school”<br />
“Its Jos. I dropped an H, remember?”<br />
“Sorry, Jos!” I redressed.<br />
“Good to meet you Jos.” said Ray shak<strong>in</strong>g hands<br />
“Where the hell have you been?”<br />
“Meditat<strong>in</strong>g,” I said, “at a retreat”<br />
“You’ve been on Vipass<strong>in</strong>a”<br />
“Someth<strong>in</strong>g like that”<br />
“Next, she’s book<strong>in</strong>g an early flight back to Heathrow,”<br />
“And what did you do?”<br />
“I went back to Koh Chang, didn’t i?”<br />
“You got a girl there?”<br />
“No! For Christ sake Dave, you make it sound like girls grow<br />
on palm trees,”<br />
“They do grow on palm trees! On the islands”
“Listen Bud, I spent most of my days mop<strong>in</strong>g aimlessly<br />
around; bask<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the sun, feel<strong>in</strong>g sorry for myself and comfort<br />
eat<strong>in</strong>g, alone on Lonely beach”<br />
“Had Tha Nam. I’ve been there” Ray po<strong>in</strong>ted out.<br />
“Have you really? Its hot and busy, isn’t it”<br />
“Did you speak to Steve, Josh?”<br />
“Yes, it is but you can get a bungalow and have some privacy”<br />
said Ray.<br />
“I did that when I was with my girl…”<br />
Listen<strong>in</strong>g to repetitive breakbeats on and over hi-hats; some<br />
moody bass and a spaced out vocal.<br />
“I’m go<strong>in</strong>g to get beers” Ray said stand<strong>in</strong>g up and walked.<br />
“What’s that you’re read<strong>in</strong>g?” i asked Josh<br />
“A book about Tibetan Buddhism”<br />
“Any good?”<br />
“I’m just gett<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to it buts it seems alright actually. It<br />
documents the story of a foreigner explor<strong>in</strong>g these parts. A<br />
pilgrimage. You’ve been to a temple, haven’t you Dave?”<br />
“Yes”<br />
“Do they smoke weed there, ever?”<br />
“No Jos. Not normally”<br />
There was a pause as a bit of breeze offered a moments cool.<br />
Will Time only play that game twice ? MEET JOSH first then<br />
RAY<br />
“So. what was it like <strong>in</strong> Russia?”<br />
“Moscow was brill; m<strong>in</strong>d so was Berl<strong>in</strong>”<br />
“Everone’s said Berl<strong>in</strong>’s cool”<br />
“Poland was good but it was cold. Really freez<strong>in</strong>g cold!”<br />
“I can’t believe you travelled so far,”<br />
“Neither can i! Can’t believe i made it; but you learn as you<br />
go along, i really cocked th<strong>in</strong>gs up to start with”<br />
“Did you meet your Uncle?” Josh asked.<br />
“Sure. I told you about it didn’t i? In the email i sent last<br />
spr<strong>in</strong>g…”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s right; how was it?”<br />
Ray was danc<strong>in</strong>g his way back with beers <strong>in</strong> his hands.<br />
“Weird, but it is someth<strong>in</strong>g i wanted to do and… I should<br />
have come home then but someth<strong>in</strong>g pushed me on”<br />
“Are you go<strong>in</strong>g to fly back from <strong>Thai</strong>land?”<br />
“I…” didn’t know what to say. Josh had put me on the spot<br />
with that question, “not sure if i want to”<br />
“Go back?”<br />
“Yes” was the most honest answer i could give.<br />
“I th<strong>in</strong>k you should” he said. I thanked him for his sound<br />
advice and then the three of us commenced on the iced beers.<br />
“Josh, I mean, Jos. Did you meet up with Steve?”<br />
“… Eh?” It seems he had drifted.<br />
“Steve Lawson. The Aussie i emailed you about”<br />
“Oh no, we never hooked up. I was only <strong>in</strong> Pattaya a few<br />
days then took a flight up here”<br />
“You got some grass!” <strong>in</strong>s<strong>in</strong>uated Josh<br />
“No” i said; i could see the deflation <strong>in</strong> his eyes, “not grass.”<br />
“Wwhat then”<br />
“Somethi a little stronger”<br />
“What?” he persisted.<br />
“Opium”<br />
“Opium! That’s the stuff they use <strong>in</strong> hospitals”<br />
“Is that all you got?” I confirmed, I had more but they didn’t<br />
need to know that. One th<strong>in</strong>g I’ve learned lugg<strong>in</strong>g bags on my<br />
back- don’t appear to have more than you should need. I made a<br />
pipe as Sal had shown me, cutt<strong>in</strong>g a piece of bamboo to size and<br />
mak<strong>in</strong>g a whole <strong>in</strong> the middle. It worked well except the hole<br />
was a touch too big for the chillum to fit snugly. We used it<br />
regardless. Late that afternoon, as the day was w<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g down, I<br />
sat with old friends and <strong>in</strong>dulged the dragon.<br />
Ray said “Is it just me or are the clouds a different shape <strong>in</strong><br />
<strong>Thai</strong>land?”
“Eh!”<br />
“You see that cloud up there,”<br />
“Which cloud?”<br />
“That one up there <strong>in</strong> the sky. It looks like a big rolled up<br />
newspaper, with a monkey’s head”<br />
I was ly<strong>in</strong>g back, look<strong>in</strong>g up at the heavens but i couldn’t see<br />
any monkeys.<br />
“It just looks; different somehow…”<br />
“the bungalows used to be made all of bamboo. I once<br />
returned to a hut smok<strong>in</strong>g and burn<strong>in</strong>g after flick<strong>in</strong>g a cigarette<br />
out too carelessly. Too many tourists have set fire to their<br />
chalets, drunken or otherwise and the whole place has gone up<br />
<strong>in</strong> flames!”<br />
“Holy sweet be jesus” said Josh, “that would not be good.”<br />
“So, now follow<strong>in</strong>g guidel<strong>in</strong>es and laws imposed <strong>by</strong> <strong>Thai</strong><br />
authorities the bungalows are made almost entirely from stone.”<br />
“Is that right?”<br />
We smoked some more, then sat around the fire on bamboo<br />
floor<strong>in</strong>g; a platform <strong>by</strong> the river. It was late and i was yawn<strong>in</strong>g<br />
but my company- like most others i met- were out of harmony<br />
with nature and seemed to enjoy stay<strong>in</strong>g up way after dark.<br />
Chill-out music played, some other holidayers jo<strong>in</strong>ed us around<br />
the fire and we talked and passed spliffs, decadently break<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the law. Safe <strong>in</strong> our clan with our eyes open.<br />
We played card games and Ray enterta<strong>in</strong>ed us all with majic<br />
tricks as competently as Paul Daniels; an expert magician. I’d<br />
eaten tao-who green curry, boiled with rice. Then we drank<br />
Kombucha, a liv<strong>in</strong>g culture. I was layig back, relax<strong>in</strong>g putt<strong>in</strong>g<br />
all my woes beh<strong>in</strong>d me - not even th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g about them, or my<br />
sly departure. Though i kept tight lipped- Ray and Jos new<br />
almost noth<strong>in</strong>g of what had happened <strong>in</strong> Pattaya- i found their<br />
companionship an asset, a bless<strong>in</strong>g/gift <strong>in</strong> a foreign land.<br />
One that spoke a language different to m<strong>in</strong>e.
We partied the night away <strong>in</strong> an outdoor nightclub, T<strong>in</strong>g Tong<br />
bar with palm trees and dance platforms scattered around it.<br />
Josh and Ray bought cocktail buckets, we all guzzled down<br />
with straws. Drunk as newts and stoned on marijuana we stayed<br />
until the sun came up then went back to the guest house and<br />
crashed until late afternoon. Pizza time.<br />
“Let’s go trekk<strong>in</strong>g”<br />
“I can’t be arsed”<br />
“I’ve done it before mate. Its not all that. You just walk<br />
around the greenery for a few hours. I’ve got to do a yoga class”<br />
“Its nice to have a bit though!”<br />
“What?”<br />
“What’s he on about?” Ray and i looked at eachother<br />
bemused.<br />
“It’s a waste of thirty quid mate”<br />
“We might f<strong>in</strong>d some more opium poppies” I knew that<br />
would <strong>in</strong>terest him. After some persistence they agreed to go<br />
and so we went to the guied and booked a package tour for the<br />
three of us, leav<strong>in</strong>g the follow<strong>in</strong>g morn<strong>in</strong>g at 8am sharp. We<br />
rested that day and participated <strong>in</strong> some light yoga <strong>in</strong> the<br />
afternoon. Ray was a regular at the studio, Mama situated <strong>in</strong> an<br />
antiquated wooden two storey house. Josh had the hots for<br />
Mam’s beautiful young daughter M<strong>in</strong> who wore a black leotard<br />
and could contort her slender body <strong>in</strong>to an array of unorthodox<br />
positions. Ray and i snickered at his gawp<strong>in</strong>g, drool<strong>in</strong>g face.<br />
I thought it would be a good idea to get an early night like i<br />
normally do but Ray and Jos <strong>in</strong>sisted on go<strong>in</strong>g out and gett<strong>in</strong>g<br />
stone drunk, arriv<strong>in</strong>g back after midnight. Then the alarm went<br />
off at 6am to a round of groans. They picked us up from our<br />
guest house.<br />
The guide was <strong>Thai</strong> and thus had really short legs. He walked at<br />
a snail’s pace compared to me. Ray and Josh seemed <strong>in</strong>fatuated
with Claire and Emma, the four of them talked and giggled<br />
stroll<strong>in</strong>g along. I, on the other hand was observant; listen<strong>in</strong>g for<br />
dist<strong>in</strong>ct nature calls, scop<strong>in</strong>g the lay of the land for trekk<strong>in</strong>g and<br />
rest<strong>in</strong>g purposes, ask<strong>in</strong>g the guide questions about edible plants<br />
and <strong>in</strong>sects and which way to eat them.<br />
“Yes, very good” he’d reply not car<strong>in</strong>g to understand me,<br />
“Ride elephant eat banana.”<br />
When we got back to Bpai i was tired and irate. Ray and Jos had<br />
arranged a date with the two girls on our trek. They spent their<br />
even<strong>in</strong>g, shower and shav<strong>in</strong>g whilst argu<strong>in</strong>g jok<strong>in</strong>gly over<br />
who’s was who’s. I don’t know why, I didn’t like either of<br />
them. They left smell<strong>in</strong>g of the same aftershave and i got an<br />
early night asleep on the floor <strong>by</strong> 7.30.<br />
N<strong>in</strong>e o’clock the next morn<strong>in</strong>g i was leav<strong>in</strong>g Bpai. I’d left Jos<br />
and Ray without say<strong>in</strong>g <strong>by</strong>e. They came <strong>in</strong> drunk at 3am<br />
shout<strong>in</strong>g and laugh<strong>in</strong>g as Josh stood on my head and woke me<br />
up, proper. I was fum<strong>in</strong>g when he didn’t apologize and said that<br />
he’d done it deliberately and that Ray had told him to; which of<br />
course they both denied, laugh<strong>in</strong>g it off, say<strong>in</strong>g i was paranoid.<br />
“I am not paranoid!” I <strong>in</strong>sisted and stormed out the house. I<br />
slept on the porch whilst they clattered around, consulted as to<br />
why i’d flipped and then found the whole th<strong>in</strong>g amus<strong>in</strong>g. Early<br />
<strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g, as they slept off their late night i snuck <strong>in</strong> and<br />
grabbed my backpack i’d already packed that even<strong>in</strong>g. I<br />
rummaged <strong>in</strong> Jos’s bag, took 3000THB out his wallet and his<br />
credit card. I left on the early bus out of town.
� � � � � � � �<br />
float a boat;<br />
it can s<strong>in</strong>k it also.<br />
8<br />
If the w<strong>in</strong>d comes from an empty cave, it's not without a reason.<br />
Ten years ago there was only a dirt track from Bpai to Mae<br />
Hong Son which was built <strong>by</strong> the Japanese <strong>in</strong> World War 3<br />
along with the Burma-<strong>Thai</strong> railway,(conquered <strong>in</strong>do-ch<strong>in</strong>a). It<br />
just shows how lazy the <strong>Thai</strong>'s are. My theory is that this is due<br />
to the heat which causes lethargy and can kill bra<strong>in</strong> cells. I,<br />
myself spend all day wait<strong>in</strong>g for the cool air to come. When the<br />
sun starts to go down, a calm beg<strong>in</strong>s... a time for dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g and<br />
flush<strong>in</strong>g the n<strong>in</strong>ety-five chaos. The bus took three hours to reach<br />
Mae Hong Son. Young military soldiers were on the bus<br />
This beautiful small and apparently airiated City - one of the<br />
hidden gems of the North rem<strong>in</strong>ds one of Burma and the Middle<br />
East,-border and port towns often exhuberate their neighbour's<br />
<strong>in</strong>fluence such as Nerja <strong>in</strong> Spa<strong>in</strong> and Cairo. Though i've never<br />
been to Cairo, i know what it looks like and this place similarly<br />
shares a connection with it’s neighbour<strong>in</strong>g nation. The lake with
the H<strong>in</strong>du like temple alongside and the mounta<strong>in</strong>s where more<br />
places of worship lie - Wat Doi Kong Mon, beh<strong>in</strong>d which the<br />
sun set p<strong>in</strong>k. Children play, youths dallied; the locals flaunt<br />
Burmese heritage. I ate a small pizza <strong>in</strong> an eatery <strong>by</strong> the lake. I<br />
saw a person that looked the double of Lek walk<strong>in</strong>g over the<br />
road…<br />
Consult<strong>in</strong>g a local area map of Mae Hong Son i walk out along<br />
the river, a subsidiary of Mae Bpai; the banks all built up with<br />
stone and thick green, metal rail<strong>in</strong>gs. It looked like it was built<br />
<strong>by</strong> the Japanese, or God, a simple structure yet so grand and<br />
complex it could almost not be man-made. Follow<strong>in</strong>g the<br />
landscaped path the river comes to a V downstream. It flows on<br />
under the road lead<strong>in</strong>g to the Bus station, a dammed section<br />
spl<strong>in</strong>ters <strong>in</strong>to a field with a flag i take to be a m<strong>in</strong>ature golf<br />
course. It spells the end of the day’s exploration; i need to take<br />
a tuk-tuk out to the villages. I have made it this far; negotiated<br />
myself to the edge of <strong>Thai</strong>land, but i’m still not out of it yet.<br />
I rented a motorbike us<strong>in</strong>g Joshes credit-card and took a drive<br />
around a w<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g mounta<strong>in</strong> road; it was dark when i stopped at<br />
a little shop <strong>by</strong> the roadside and bought some water and dried<br />
smoked cuttlefish. This spot so remote, the usual ample retail<br />
homes had dw<strong>in</strong>dled down to the bare nessesities a small<br />
community would need. Driv<strong>in</strong>g further, through a la<strong>by</strong>r<strong>in</strong>th i<br />
came across a wooden shelter and stopped there for the night,<br />
realiz<strong>in</strong>g i was <strong>by</strong> the river i had been trac<strong>in</strong>g on my map.<br />
The shelter had 2 walls and a roof; <strong>in</strong>side was a bench which<br />
i lay my top sheet over. I took off my socks and got <strong>in</strong>to my<br />
tropical sleep<strong>in</strong>g bag. I made a mental plan to swim <strong>in</strong> the<br />
morn<strong>in</strong>g, sleep<strong>in</strong>g well through the night, while the amplified<br />
sound of rattl<strong>in</strong>g cicadas tried their utmost to keep me awake.<br />
In the morn<strong>in</strong>g i f<strong>in</strong>ished the last of the cuttlefish and smoked a
cigarette. I wished i had a hot cup of tea or coffee but you can’t<br />
have everyth<strong>in</strong>g. The sun was bright and the air – fresh and<br />
healthy. I jumpstarted the motorbike and got back on the track<br />
<strong>in</strong> the same direction i was headed, proceed<strong>in</strong>g one kilometre<br />
further on till i rode straight <strong>in</strong>to an army barrack. It was the<br />
Burmese border control. A soldier came out and i told him i was<br />
lost. The road i had driven up, bumpy and dirt <strong>in</strong> places was to<br />
the river border cross<strong>in</strong>g and despite a few hill-tribe villages on<br />
the way, appeared to go no further than the borderl<strong>in</strong>e, heavily<br />
guarded some 5,000 feet high.<br />
There was a footbridge across the river from the military<br />
checkpo<strong>in</strong>t to a recreational area for either the military or for<br />
civilians. It appears the way to cross at this po<strong>in</strong>t is to trek<br />
through jungle; f<strong>in</strong>d a way back onto the river once across and<br />
<strong>in</strong> Myanmar and then ride up <strong>by</strong> boat. Any unauthorized boats<br />
travel<strong>in</strong>g downstream to Myanmar would be fired upon! (I read<br />
<strong>in</strong> the Bangkok Post that <strong>Thai</strong> Military Police shot three kids<br />
dead <strong>in</strong> a car that failed to stop at a road checkpo<strong>in</strong>t)<br />
The guard came out and quizzed me, “You have paper?”<br />
I said noth<strong>in</strong>g for a moment, “Passport?”<br />
“I gave it for the moto” I replied. My heart was pound<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
“You cannot cross here. Illegal” he implied, “go back”<br />
I did as he said and turned the bike around. As i did, i hoped<br />
they didn't shoot me; or change tact and pursue me.<br />
One kilometer backwards the same motorbikes i had passed,<br />
parked <strong>by</strong> the side of the road <strong>in</strong>trigued me. There was a<br />
footpath lead<strong>in</strong>g to a bridge made of bamboo poles. I walked<br />
across it, explor<strong>in</strong>g and admir<strong>in</strong>g the view. A lady stood<br />
wash<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the river. There was a second bridge, after the first<br />
and i saw there were build<strong>in</strong>gs up ahead <strong>in</strong> the foliage. One of<br />
the bridge’s bamboo poles was too th<strong>in</strong> and as i balanced on it<br />
my foot slipped through. The other poles closed <strong>in</strong> around my<br />
sh<strong>in</strong>. I sank and sat, call<strong>in</strong>g out <strong>in</strong> pa<strong>in</strong> as my sk<strong>in</strong> - scarred<br />
from the snake-bite - took another lash<strong>in</strong>g. Tak<strong>in</strong>g a moment to
let the pa<strong>in</strong> subside and untrap my foot, i then had to pull<br />
myself up and proceeded on over the river. I walked with one<br />
shoe on and bathed my bare foot <strong>in</strong> the cool water, aired it on<br />
the grass and did ankle rotations. Then i passed under the arch<br />
<strong>in</strong>to the village.<br />
I knew it was Acha because of the typical entrance archway -<br />
one you shouldn’t touch on spiritual grounds; but i was limp<strong>in</strong>g<br />
uncomfortably and needed someth<strong>in</strong>g to rest on for balance so<br />
touched the post for just a moment as i passed through.<br />
It must have been Sunday morn<strong>in</strong>g and some of the girls<br />
were dressed for a religious meet<strong>in</strong>g. I scowed around look<strong>in</strong>g<br />
for a place offer<strong>in</strong>g food, but found none. The villagers ignored<br />
me or just didn’t notice my presence, my limp<strong>in</strong>g feet light on<br />
the forest floor. I had some stuff to barter with and wanted to<br />
ask them to guide me across the mounta<strong>in</strong> but failed to make<br />
myself understood.<br />
I sat and rested and thought about what i was go<strong>in</strong>g to do.<br />
From what experience i have of the two storey jungle it will be<br />
nearly impossible to trek with such vivid overgrowth and<br />
vertical, steep heights... A guide could direct me through a trail<br />
but i would have to pay someone an awful lot of money to lead<br />
me <strong>in</strong>to Myanmar. And the language barrier’s mak<strong>in</strong>g it all<br />
more difficult. Bollocks, i’m supposed to be holiday<strong>in</strong>g. I wish<br />
i’d stayed <strong>in</strong> Bpai and partied with those Josh and Ray. I should<br />
be do<strong>in</strong>g a BA Honours degree at the R.S.C this year and rather<br />
i am <strong>in</strong> fact stuck <strong>in</strong> a hot and dirty Third World country ask<strong>in</strong>g<br />
to be shot. I’m go<strong>in</strong>g to have to f<strong>in</strong>d another way out of<br />
<strong>Thai</strong>land.<br />
I brought the bike back to Mae Hong Son, returned it to the<br />
rental place and checked <strong>in</strong>to the more upmarket Guest House<br />
with a better view of the lake. The veranda, all white and tiled,<br />
framed the build<strong>in</strong>gs on the other side. I watched the sunset,
smoked a cheroot and <strong>in</strong>dulged <strong>in</strong> a taste of culture. You could<br />
almost reach out and touch the Arabian Middle East a few<br />
thousand kilometers away – as if India was just beyond the<br />
horizon.<br />
Once aga<strong>in</strong> i have trouble sleep<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the guest house, as<br />
though - like sound waves - electro-magnetic energy permeates<br />
the walls.<br />
The next day i went to consult my local friend sitt<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> his stall<br />
outside the Post Office at the top of Walk<strong>in</strong>g Street.<br />
"I've been to border cross<strong>in</strong>g on river and there was a <strong>Thai</strong><br />
military post." I said do<strong>in</strong>g my best to mime with my hands a<br />
military post.<br />
"Of course" he replied when he got my drift, "Its our national<br />
border po<strong>in</strong>t. Th<strong>in</strong>k of all the refugees and smugglers who want<br />
to cross <strong>in</strong> and out our country,"<br />
"How silly of me," I admitted "but i did want to get a little<br />
closer to Burma. I want to take a boat straight through."<br />
“Why you want to go to Burma?” he quizzed.<br />
“Just curious”<br />
He looked at me, w<strong>in</strong>ked and said, “You need the Salaw<strong>in</strong>”<br />
“The Salaw<strong>in</strong>. Who are they?”<br />
He replied, "They are a river to the south... from Himalaya.<br />
They mark border with Burma; <strong>Thai</strong>land."<br />
“Really”<br />
I confirmed what the guide said on a map. The Salaw<strong>in</strong> does<br />
constitute the <strong>Thai</strong>-Burman border for over 100kms. The river<br />
then flows on <strong>in</strong>to the Andaman Sea.<br />
They couldn't have military po<strong>in</strong>ts all the way along it... I<br />
should go there to cross a river border.<br />
Wan ang-kan i took the local bus 100 kilos south from Mae<br />
Hong Song to the town of Mae Sariang. I was a little bit anxious<br />
on the bus as there would undoubtedly be stop-checkpo<strong>in</strong>ts
along the way - the army rangers would board the bus, scann<strong>in</strong>g<br />
it quickly – perhaps with a dog, and then let it on its way. The<br />
procedure was rout<strong>in</strong>e and the rangers would stop all vehicles if<br />
and when the checkpo<strong>in</strong>t was actively manned. If a vehicle fails<br />
to stop they are reported to open fire.<br />
I still have a few puffs of hero<strong>in</strong> on me. I know it is risky and<br />
i would feel very foolish if i was caught red-handed, but i’m<br />
prepared to take that risk for the sake of a pleasant even<strong>in</strong>g’s<br />
smoke. Besides i don’t see why one shouldn’t be allowed to<br />
possess smack; it is, after all the biggest pharmaceutical drug on<br />
the International market - a renowned aphrodisiac and pa<strong>in</strong>killer<br />
sold <strong>in</strong> chemists throughout the World. Why should they<br />
persecute me for that? I stashed it <strong>in</strong> my Y-fronts.<br />
Mai Sariang town is quite mundane and very typically <strong>Thai</strong>,<br />
rem<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g me of Fang which we stopped off at <strong>in</strong> the truck to<br />
Chiang Saen. I found a beautiful room <strong>in</strong> a cheap guesthouse<br />
overlook<strong>in</strong>g the town’s river, and the wilderness on the other<br />
side. I could have been forgiven for th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g it was the Salaw<strong>in</strong><br />
itself. The shallow, fast-flow<strong>in</strong>g water curves down from the<br />
mounta<strong>in</strong>s, bend<strong>in</strong>g before this residential spot and flow<strong>in</strong>g on<br />
reach<strong>in</strong>g the bridge – where sellers <strong>in</strong> bamboo dwell<strong>in</strong>gs offer<br />
enlightenment to locals and travelers alike.<br />
On this street where i’m stay<strong>in</strong>g there are some more guest<br />
houses and a restaurant - all offer<strong>in</strong>g medium value for a few<br />
backpackers to take advantage and stimulate trade. They have<br />
traveled all the way out here, through the mounta<strong>in</strong>s from the<br />
more populated, central tourist havens.<br />
One traveler <strong>in</strong> particular was a young lady called Helgar<br />
whom i met whilst eat<strong>in</strong>g. She was blonde like only farangs are,<br />
and came from Frankfurt of all places. I asked her which one<br />
and she said Frankfurt Unter Oder.<br />
“Are you travers<strong>in</strong>g alone? Where have you been to?”<br />
“Bangkok then Vientiane, from Laos to Chiang Mai”
“And where are you go<strong>in</strong>g to next?” I asked.<br />
“Back to Chiang Mai. I have to catch a flight to S<strong>in</strong>gapore”<br />
I wish i could catch a flight. It is alright for some, jet-sett<strong>in</strong>g<br />
around south-east Azia on an <strong>in</strong>clusive ticket purchased <strong>in</strong><br />
advance, onl<strong>in</strong>e. “What about the hardcore backpackers who<br />
trek jungle and get bitten <strong>by</strong> venomous snakes?” i asked, she<br />
didn’t answer. I left Helgar to herself and went to my room to<br />
pack. It somehow felt sad that this may be the last guesthouse i<br />
stay at <strong>in</strong> <strong>Thai</strong>land. With a little luck i shall soon be <strong>in</strong> Burma.<br />
Every morn<strong>in</strong>g at every hour a tuk-tuk runs the twenty or so<br />
kilometers to Mae Sam Lab. On my third day here i went to<br />
catch the 10.30 to the town which sits on the banks of the epic<br />
Salaw<strong>in</strong>. As i board a lady who looks Ch<strong>in</strong>ese sits already on<br />
the opposite bench. Shortly after, two more <strong>Thai</strong>s got on and<br />
then Helgar surprised me. Then we set off through this <strong>in</strong>dustria<br />
town bear<strong>in</strong>g south, turn<strong>in</strong>g right across the south-flow<strong>in</strong>g river,<br />
glisten<strong>in</strong>g silvery <strong>in</strong> the sun. At the other side we turned left<br />
through the green kow fields, and <strong>in</strong>to Salaw<strong>in</strong> National Park;<br />
pass<strong>in</strong>g a village balanced <strong>in</strong>geniously on a slope and through<br />
an unmanned checkpo<strong>in</strong>t. The road turned from concrete to<br />
sand. I held on to the handrail as the truck hit bumps lift<strong>in</strong>g us<br />
passengers off of our seats. Helgar smiled. At the bottom of<br />
each valley the jungle, crowd<strong>in</strong>g around us vertically – seemed<br />
om<strong>in</strong>ous. The sight sent pa<strong>in</strong> to my ankle. I did foot rotations<br />
whilst overt<strong>in</strong>g the Ch<strong>in</strong>ese lady’s eyes.<br />
“Are you camp<strong>in</strong>g?” Helgar asked as i replaced my pack <strong>in</strong><br />
an upright position. I nodded, joked, “David Attenborough!”<br />
She seemed impressed; i figured my backpacker jibe had an<br />
impression on her.<br />
We cruise <strong>by</strong> a river that guides the road; pass<strong>in</strong>g another<br />
checkpo<strong>in</strong>t and some wooden homes and motor vehicles. The<br />
track became narrow, a vertically steep hill was on one side and<br />
on the other, huts; homes and retail outlets propped above the
canyon banks. This stream<strong>in</strong>g subsidiary carved <strong>in</strong>to the earth’s<br />
crust shone brilliant. Turn<strong>in</strong>g a corner we are met <strong>by</strong> an<br />
amaz<strong>in</strong>g sight and could feel the majical energy of the Salaw<strong>in</strong>.<br />
“This is it.” said Helgar as we disembarked. I made to help<br />
her off but she was f<strong>in</strong>e. Then we took another tea together.<br />
<strong>Thai</strong> military soldiers were certa<strong>in</strong>ly present <strong>in</strong> Sam Lab,<br />
though they seemed casual and relaxed, as did all –bask<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong><br />
the heat. I hoped i looked just like any other tourist and tried<br />
only not to stand out. I don’t want to be nervous nor flippant<br />
and questioned then deta<strong>in</strong>ed for visa overstay.<br />
I see build<strong>in</strong>gs, tribes homes -noth<strong>in</strong>g of a military nature-<br />
across the water on the Burma side; almost a stone’s throw<br />
away yet still out of reach. The river, now <strong>in</strong> low season is<br />
strong and so wide it dwarfs the trucks parked on the lower<br />
level - the land carved away when the river floods dur<strong>in</strong>g<br />
Monsoon season. It holds no plant growth or build<strong>in</strong>gs; only<br />
sand and rocks. I walked down onto it from the street, over logs<br />
as footholds - onto the sandbanks. I saw one of te flay<strong>in</strong>g paper<br />
th<strong>in</strong>gs they sell on the market and it had a stick with it.<br />
On the way down there was a covered wait<strong>in</strong>g room, to buy<br />
tickets or prepare for travel. I walked down further, onto the<br />
sand negotiat<strong>in</strong>g a steep drop down to water level. The<br />
riverbanks are formed of giant molten rock that look almost<br />
alien, could be from on a moon on Jupiter. A break yields a<br />
sandy <strong>in</strong>let, with many docked boats and a sailor <strong>in</strong> the retreat, a<br />
watershed of sorts.<br />
“Can you take me to Hong Kong” I said <strong>in</strong> jest. I expected<br />
the usual comprehension struggle <strong>in</strong> the response; all i got was a<br />
grunt. “do you have a boat that i could sail on?” Noth<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
The water here is yellow, dirty and littered.<br />
Further upstream, the water turns clean green. I strip off and<br />
swim for a moment <strong>in</strong> the cold flow of heal<strong>in</strong>g tide, sooth<strong>in</strong>g
my body’s aches, still numb from my ailments last month.<br />
Would i be able to swim across to the Burmese bank? Damn, i‘d<br />
very nearky drown. But if i were to do that, what chance would<br />
i have on the other side? Ray suggested <strong>in</strong>flated tires, ones that<br />
you sit <strong>in</strong> and hold your baggage to, “I’m go<strong>in</strong>g to look like i’m<br />
at Butl<strong>in</strong>s waterpark!” I th<strong>in</strong>k Ray was referr<strong>in</strong>g to that place <strong>in</strong><br />
Laos. I’d be better tak<strong>in</strong>g a long tail boat.<br />
After swimm<strong>in</strong>g, feel<strong>in</strong>g refreshed i moved further upstream.<br />
You could hear the longtails cruise up display<strong>in</strong>g the flag of<br />
<strong>Thai</strong>land, which is obviously law for boats sail<strong>in</strong>g these waters.<br />
Two little bananas constituted supper and then i pitched my tent<br />
<strong>in</strong> the dusk; smoked a cheroot. I now wished it were yellow and<br />
not green and that the ground was not so hard.<br />
See sky eat rice
Clive’s feet<br />
7<br />
The morn<strong>in</strong>g bustle of Mae Sam Lab resembles the flurry of a<br />
port town such as Nerja <strong>in</strong> Spa<strong>in</strong> or Cairo. This village <strong>in</strong> the<br />
hostile arid jungle thrives on the bank of the river-border; a<br />
contribut<strong>in</strong>g community with food and dr<strong>in</strong>k and ice cream. T.V<br />
and mobile phones. From their expression one can tell these<br />
dark sk<strong>in</strong>ned tribes are genu<strong>in</strong>ely happy liv<strong>in</strong>g out here; happier<br />
than city folk.<br />
After eat<strong>in</strong>g a nourish<strong>in</strong>g breakfast of sticky rice and egg i<br />
went down to the wooden port, my bags i’d safely stashed so as<br />
to not stand out so. Once there i began to make more casual<br />
enquiries, ask<strong>in</strong>g if it were possible to sail south to Mae Soooot,<br />
a border town 100kms south on the <strong>Thai</strong> side. I asked two<br />
people and got no response. After an hour i was sick, my sense
tell<strong>in</strong>g me i’d gone horribly wrong some way along the way.<br />
A man <strong>in</strong> uniform came to me ask<strong>in</strong>g if i was lost or needed<br />
assistance. I said i was f<strong>in</strong>e and thanked him for his courtesy.<br />
Then shortly after that another man approached me. To me<br />
he seemed Burmese, with that darker, golden Indian sk<strong>in</strong> – but<br />
many of the people here looked that way. His name was Sala,<br />
his warm smile showed a mouth blackened from chew<strong>in</strong>g betel<br />
nut. He was older than i and wore gold-rimmed glasses; a<br />
familiar look about him. He was Karen - a refugee from Burma<br />
mak<strong>in</strong>g a permitted trip across the river with a certificate issued<br />
<strong>by</strong> the <strong>Thai</strong> millitary. He was located at the Karen Northern<br />
I.D.P Camp, Section 2. A refugee shelter for those displaced <strong>by</strong><br />
the fight<strong>in</strong>g between the hilltribe and the Burmese Junta; one of<br />
those liv<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the wrong place at the wrong time.<br />
To communicate fight<strong>in</strong>g, he locked his hands as though<br />
hold<strong>in</strong>g a mach<strong>in</strong>e gun and made grunt<strong>in</strong>g sounds, “They drop<br />
bomb”<br />
I said, “Mae kow chi,” like I had learned from Fon. He asked<br />
me where I wished to go and I said, “Rangoon!” I was jok<strong>in</strong>g<br />
but Sala seemed not realize.<br />
Sala knew someone who could take me to Wat Kitti Wong. I<br />
looked on my map. This temple was only 20kms away, i didn’t<br />
know whether to accept the offer or wait for someth<strong>in</strong>g better. I<br />
could get stranded at the temple – it has happened before.<br />
down the Salaw<strong>in</strong> river on a longtail boat with Karen Insurgents<br />
transport<strong>in</strong>g supplies.,<br />
The boat sailed south all the way, past Mae Sam Laep and<br />
shortly after the skipper w<strong>in</strong>ked at me and nodded, signall<strong>in</strong>g<br />
that we were now <strong>in</strong> foreign waters. I breathed an emancipated<br />
sigh and lit a cigarette to celebrate my departure from <strong>Thai</strong>land.<br />
I was exstaticly elated to have f<strong>in</strong>ally succeeded <strong>in</strong> my quest out<br />
of the K<strong>in</strong>gdom. Still i had to be on guard <strong>in</strong> this new, foreign
land. A land with different laws and culture and its very own<br />
Civil War/military police.<br />
Branwell Bronte was a junkie and so was Major Tom. High on<br />
the effects of pure opium<br />
lit a smoke and chased the dragon. I found myself on the edge<br />
of a field filled with beautiful white and purple poppies.<br />
Papaver Somniferum.<br />
"Opium poppies!".<br />
Sala had a young lady with him, who had seem<strong>in</strong>gly appeared<br />
from the jungle wall. She looked to be <strong>in</strong> her teens, but these<br />
girls look so ageless, i couldn’t be sure.<br />
His lady-friend’s mouths was also black from chew<strong>in</strong>g betel nut.<br />
He asked if i enjoy a smoke <strong>by</strong> mim<strong>in</strong>g the act of pipe light<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
He brandished some joi –as brown as his sk<strong>in</strong> and <strong>in</strong>structed me<br />
to follow him down to a dwell<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Follow<strong>in</strong>g the path lead us down and under the canopy of trees.<br />
There were three huts built side <strong>by</strong> side. Sala led me <strong>in</strong>side the<br />
first. I see scattered carelessly on the dried ground certa<strong>in</strong> manmade<br />
paraphernalia. Bamboo pots, spoons, scales, a furnace and<br />
a plastic conta<strong>in</strong>er with a label that read ACETIC<br />
ANHYDRIDE. Engraved on the wooden bench were the<br />
numbers 999. I supposed this was an illegal jungle ref<strong>in</strong>ery, for<br />
the purpose of mak<strong>in</strong>g dangerous narcotics. These fanatics were<br />
turn<strong>in</strong>g pure opium <strong>in</strong>to hero<strong>in</strong> or morphe<strong>in</strong>e!<br />
Sala brandished a bamboo pipe, and smoked - tok<strong>in</strong>g it all<br />
up. He then refilled the chillum and passed it to me, a big gr<strong>in</strong><br />
on his face. I returned his w<strong>in</strong>k and placed the pipe to my lips…
Two foreigners approached from along the dirt road.<br />
“We're from the U.N International Narcotics Control Board,<br />
here <strong>in</strong>vestigat<strong>in</strong>g the illegal production of opium <strong>in</strong> Myanmar.”<br />
I thought it was a joke. Sala smiled and gave me the nudge, he<br />
pulled out his gun, as did his sidekick. The two looked frantic,<br />
they weren’t armed,<br />
“Calm down, there’s no need for weapons” said the female.<br />
I stepped <strong>in</strong>to the fore and said “You should get yourselves out<br />
of here before th<strong>in</strong>gs get nasty” <strong>in</strong> my brashest Cockney accent.<br />
With all of that excitement calmed down we decl<strong>in</strong>ed to a hut<br />
further up the hill. The trees here were taller, and the air tasted<br />
different, fresher. Perhaps it was my imag<strong>in</strong>ation. We sat<br />
around outside smok<strong>in</strong>g, a kilometer from where we met the<br />
Narcotics people. Sala and his girl’s whispered conversation<br />
dubbed only <strong>by</strong> the crack of bamboo on the fire - the warmth<br />
felt like the even<strong>in</strong>g sun – and the amplified sound of the gecko.<br />
I smoked a cheroot then went to sleep. The peace of night was<br />
disrupted <strong>by</strong> the sound of gunfire wak<strong>in</strong>g us all with a bolt.<br />
The next day I had a headache and felt groggy. I had a moment<br />
of realization, typically realiz<strong>in</strong>g how stupid i'd been com<strong>in</strong>g up<br />
here. It took me over two and a half months to get across the<br />
<strong>Thai</strong>-Burman border.<br />
Do you know how many borders i would have to cross to get<br />
to England? Twenty or more, gett<strong>in</strong>g out of <strong>Thai</strong>land was the<br />
esay part. This plot my life has weaved is start<strong>in</strong>g to wear th<strong>in</strong>,<br />
like my malnourished figure. This is not Scott of Antarctic, i tell<br />
myself, nor is it Philleas Fog. Its Dave Dolittle on the run from<br />
himself aga<strong>in</strong>. What is this stuff i’m smok<strong>in</strong>g?<br />
We stopped <strong>in</strong> Kawdun where the Dontham river merges with<br />
the ours. The skipper tells me that we are 5kms from<br />
somewhere. I th<strong>in</strong>k he is refer<strong>in</strong>g to the coast - maybe he means
Rangoon. In any case, we shall be arriv<strong>in</strong>g there soon. And i<br />
will f<strong>in</strong>ally get to see the Andaman Sea<br />
Indiana jo and the situation<br />
I was worried hat i checked <strong>in</strong>to a guest house ona passport<br />
witout a Visa. I had heard that they were very str<strong>in</strong>gent about<br />
these th<strong>in</strong>gs.<br />
I met a turist <strong>in</strong> Yangon. An American. He seemed like an<br />
honest chap so i confided <strong>in</strong> him that i had left <strong>Thai</strong>land without<br />
a Visa. He told me about Mae Sai, said that you could just walk<br />
across.<br />
I saw a vision <strong>in</strong> the sky, formed <strong>by</strong> clouds. It was an image of<br />
God as a child almost eternally youthful.<br />
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Water can not only float a boat;<br />
it can s<strong>in</strong>k it also.
8<br />
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For the past three months I have lived an <strong>in</strong>sular existence<br />
ensconced on He<strong>in</strong>ze Bok, one of 321 islands that form the<br />
Andaman archipelago. This island is peaceful and placed.<br />
Strangers from another world travel here for an active nightlife,<br />
relaxed nature trails and div<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the pellucid waters. The<br />
beaches are idealistically sparse on a coastl<strong>in</strong>e clotted with<br />
fish<strong>in</strong>g boats that chug and exhume black smoke like a tra<strong>in</strong><br />
pass<strong>in</strong>g through Doncaster station.<br />
Tropical foliage dom<strong>in</strong>ates the view; palm trees cover large<br />
parts of land and mounta<strong>in</strong>ous areas <strong>in</strong>terspersed with giant rock<br />
formations that have protected the island from the grasp of the<br />
ocean for centuries. I can feel myself float<strong>in</strong>g, ly<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>cumbent<br />
on a recl<strong>in</strong>er <strong>in</strong> the sun.<br />
Here i have all the time i need to read or write; yet i f<strong>in</strong>d my<br />
concentration awash with morbid rem<strong>in</strong>iscences. Blasts from<br />
the past accompanied <strong>by</strong> a sense of displacement, thus an<br />
<strong>in</strong>ability to relax fully here <strong>in</strong> this lovely haven. I found a<br />
special place <strong>in</strong> my soul solely for this k<strong>in</strong>d of mood<strong>in</strong>ess. I<br />
miss Annie and i miss Pattaya. The hustle and bustle, the food<br />
and the tasty girls. God i even miss Steve a little bit even though<br />
i still remember him be<strong>in</strong>g a proper arse. Why do people have to<br />
come and go so?<br />
To relieve the boredom of my isolation i tell myself jokes;<br />
some too rude to share and spy on girls with my b<strong>in</strong>oculars.<br />
The modernization, or capitalism of the Andaman has reaped<br />
me one great dividend; an <strong>in</strong>ternet café on one of the busy side
streets from the coastal curve. I go there quite regularly to keep<br />
tabs on my comrades endeavours. Jos and Ray are still travel<strong>in</strong>g<br />
together <strong>in</strong> Lao of all places, Megan has returned to Brita<strong>in</strong> and<br />
i have had no word from Annette despite all those poems and<br />
love emails. And apparently Matthew f<strong>in</strong>ally gave up on his<br />
“prolific writ<strong>in</strong>g career”; <strong>in</strong> the end he sold the 7 C’s <strong>in</strong> Camden<br />
market for a score.<br />
I’m still be<strong>in</strong>g followed <strong>by</strong> the men <strong>in</strong> uniform and walkie<br />
talkies. I saw one the other day. At the Retreat and <strong>in</strong> town near<br />
the english bookstore. The Burmese Government wants me<br />
dead. The country is <strong>in</strong> limbo, the General is dead, Karen<br />
Insurgents have seized Rangoon, now <strong>in</strong> control of the country<br />
and yet the state militia are sill <strong>in</strong> operation. They now seem the<br />
<strong>in</strong>surgents, fight<strong>in</strong>g a guerilla war, and <strong>in</strong>deed the f<strong>in</strong>al battle<br />
has yet to be fought. But here on the island you wouldn’t know<br />
a th<strong>in</strong>g about it; would it not be for the daily news bullet<strong>in</strong>s.<br />
I took a walk down to the shore. Fisherman unloaded their<br />
vessel. Catch<strong>in</strong>g their attention i took the opportunity to ask if<br />
they needed help. I needed work. The money from the drugs<br />
was wear<strong>in</strong>g th<strong>in</strong>. Each exchange was tak<strong>in</strong>g a risk. I wanted<br />
someth<strong>in</strong>g regular. I asked them.<br />
"Come tomorrow. 4am" I th<strong>in</strong>k they thought i wouldn't be up so<br />
early.<br />
We anchor the vessel and hand <strong>in</strong> today’s catch. The stench of<br />
slowly decompos<strong>in</strong>g fish cl<strong>in</strong>gs to me as I f<strong>in</strong>ish for the day and<br />
then stride the ten m<strong>in</strong>ute walk to home.<br />
Sometimes i’d rent snorkel<strong>in</strong>g gear and swim out one<br />
kilometre or so to the rocky patches frequented <strong>by</strong> div<strong>in</strong>g<br />
expiditors. There <strong>in</strong> the deep i swam with the fish. The density<br />
warp<strong>in</strong>g light and sound. In one of the coral crevices was a face;<br />
shell eyes like marble star<strong>in</strong>g back. And a mouth formed <strong>by</strong>
seaweed stuck to the rock. Another apparition.<br />
I had negotiated some free time on the boat with Capta<strong>in</strong> Yod.<br />
Time alone, to sail, chill and read. I mapped my journey<br />
beforehand and planned to visit some of the islands to the north.<br />
Qua<strong>in</strong>t little islets each of which, no doubt harbored mystique;<br />
an <strong>in</strong>trigue all of their own - places well worth a visit. They had<br />
such an allure the suspense and excitement kept me awake the<br />
night before. Despite travell<strong>in</strong>g excruciat<strong>in</strong>gly for 18 months i<br />
still hadn’t found the cure for the travel bug. The wanderlust<br />
still consumed me. I’d only had three hours sleep and had to<br />
drag myself head first out of bed.<br />
But when i got out there i felt better.<br />
The sea, serene and vast (and awry) like a giant reservoir before<br />
me.<br />
Waves lapped up aga<strong>in</strong>st the sides of the boat, constantly<br />
pound<strong>in</strong>g to a relentless rhythm, ak<strong>in</strong> to the breath of an animal.<br />
Without proper sail<strong>in</strong>g equipment i did my best to guide the<br />
vessel on a course...<br />
Sail<strong>in</strong>g along the Andaman Sea, so strong and powerful, it ga<strong>in</strong>s<br />
strength <strong>in</strong> volume. A tsunami could drown us all, annihilate<br />
civilizations just like what happened here a decade ago. But<br />
water is our friend, we cannot survive without it. I sail along<br />
and bob up and down and juxtaposed my own m<strong>in</strong>or existence,<br />
with the vast immensity of God.<br />
I pondered for so long i became dreary and when i came to, i<br />
was lost! Verify<strong>in</strong>g my coord<strong>in</strong>ates once aga<strong>in</strong> on the map as<br />
thoroughly as any novice sailor could do <strong>in</strong> an ocean swept of<br />
endless similarity i used my compass, plott<strong>in</strong>g a course.<br />
Late afternoon, just as the burn<strong>in</strong>g sun began to decl<strong>in</strong>e i sited<br />
land aga<strong>in</strong>; one islet then another and chose to dock the boat on<br />
the latter, larger one.<br />
Mak<strong>in</strong>g the clos<strong>in</strong>g leg of the day’s journey and near<strong>in</strong>g the<br />
dest<strong>in</strong>ation i stared <strong>in</strong> awed anticipation at the idyllic beauty of
this peaceful and untouched paradisal doma<strong>in</strong>. I sighted two<br />
birds perched on the highest po<strong>in</strong>t of the tallest mounta<strong>in</strong>. One<br />
flew over the crag and down, nest<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the trees at the base of<br />
the cliff, the other followed on an higher arc.<br />
����<br />
As I drew nearer, figures could be seen on the beach, beckon<strong>in</strong>g<br />
me <strong>in</strong>. They were locals, I could see that but they were not<br />
native Azians, more likely Western or U.S. Who were they and<br />
where were they from?<br />
I counted three blondes, a handful of brunettes and one red<br />
head i took to be Scottish or Australian; and also a lone ghostly<br />
figure, stand<strong>in</strong>g tall and high up on a mounta<strong>in</strong> observ<strong>in</strong>g my<br />
approach. The avatar, from a distance appeared foreign, native<br />
and credulously orphic.<br />
I was reluctant to proceed straight <strong>in</strong>to a crowd of unknowns yet<br />
they showed no signs of hostility; on the contrary they cheered<br />
and some waved with both arms stretched show<strong>in</strong>g excitement<br />
at my arrival - suggest<strong>in</strong>g i was to be the first visitor to the<br />
island <strong>in</strong> some time. For a second i thought they were<br />
castaways, stranded n distress but that was not the case. Two<br />
robust males strode waist-deep <strong>in</strong>to the water and pulled the<br />
longtail to shore.<br />
Thought i’d never get here!<br />
“What’s your name?”<br />
“Dave,” I said.<br />
“Dave. This is Laurie, Jake, Peter, Zak and Carla,” the<br />
appeal<strong>in</strong>g, older blonde po<strong>in</strong>ted to each of her allies as they<br />
gave a friendly wave back, “…and I’m Doll!”<br />
“Hi, Doll. Everyone!” I said with a h<strong>in</strong>t of shyness but<br />
sensed warmth from this group.<br />
“So what do they call you?”
“Leo” he w<strong>in</strong>ked and fired his fist <strong>in</strong> the shape of a gun.<br />
These Farangs seemed to be a bunch of freaks! Regardless, we<br />
sat around the fire and ate grilled, fresh fish feed<strong>in</strong>g like at a<br />
banquette. They really are freaks. Fuck that. As night was<br />
fall<strong>in</strong>g i was bound to postpone my trip to the <strong>in</strong>land and spent<br />
the night on the island.<br />
In the morn<strong>in</strong>g i awoke a good hour before anyone else. Only<br />
Jale was awake as i packed up and loaded my boat.<br />
“Hey Dave,” Jake called and as i turned to greet him he<br />
jumped <strong>in</strong>to a jog. When he was with<strong>in</strong> talk<strong>in</strong>g range he spoke,<br />
“You head<strong>in</strong>g off?”<br />
“Yip, got to get this ba<strong>by</strong> back”<br />
“Why don’t you stay for breakfast?”<br />
“I’m probably go<strong>in</strong>g to get wrong anyway, what do you eat<br />
for breakfast?”<br />
“Fish!” they said and i laughed, “and rice”<br />
“Same. Same” I said.<br />
Then he squared off as i was about to ask him to help me push<br />
the boat out.<br />
“Don’t tell anyone about us be<strong>in</strong>g here” he <strong>in</strong>sisted<br />
“Oh,” I twigged, “Visa problems?”<br />
“Someth<strong>in</strong>g like that"/ “K<strong>in</strong>d of; Carla’s been here for eight<br />
years. Years before any of the rest of us got here,”<br />
“Alone on the island?”<br />
“There were more before us. Some Burmans, <strong>Thai</strong>s; wanted<br />
to sail to India.”<br />
“Impossible” I shook my head.<br />
“You reckon?”<br />
I didn’t reckon, i didn’t know, how would i?<br />
“Well i won’t tell a soul, seriously”<br />
“I know” said Jake.<br />
And as we shimmied the longtail <strong>in</strong> and i jumped <strong>in</strong> it and<br />
started the eng<strong>in</strong>e he shouted, “Sure you don’t need food?”
“Its alright” I decl<strong>in</strong>ed. “I’ve got a fish<strong>in</strong>g rod.”<br />
I got back to th ma<strong>in</strong> island safe and easy. As I cut through<br />
the boundary of a shanty house a dog starts bark<strong>in</strong>g followed <strong>by</strong><br />
another two. They snarl at me.<br />
I heached <strong>in</strong>to the leg pocket of my shorts for my knuckle<br />
duster. He bit me, digg<strong>in</strong>g his teeth <strong>in</strong>. Pullng away i fell. With<br />
my right hand I hit him hard on top of the head. Aga<strong>in</strong> and<br />
aga<strong>in</strong> until he stopped growl<strong>in</strong>g and stoppd wh<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g and did<br />
noth<strong>in</strong>g. Thepair of dogs still barked yet were cower<strong>in</strong>g. Sat on<br />
the floor, i raised an arm brandish<strong>in</strong>g my weapon.<br />
A fallang heard the rumpuss and came to assist. The dogs<br />
scarpered. "Really, I’m f<strong>in</strong>e" i fobbed his display of concern as<br />
an over-reaction.<br />
“You killed him,” he said, touch<strong>in</strong>g the dog with his foot.<br />
“I had to; he bit me”<br />
noticed his shoes were polished leather. He was dressed<br />
smartly <strong>in</strong> waistcoat,<br />
fawn trousers and a(Stetson) hat. He told me his name was Tis<br />
and that he was F<strong>in</strong>nish, speak<strong>in</strong>g with an Australian accent.<br />
"You sure you're okay, kid?" I was okay and i went briskly<br />
home.<br />
Two days later i saw that good Samaritan aga<strong>in</strong>. This time <strong>in</strong> the<br />
Fisherman's Retreat. He asked me if i were a fisherman and I<br />
nodded affirmation. I deduced he had seen me work<strong>in</strong>g on<br />
Mr.Jui's boat, or if not -perhaps more likely- i stunk of fish.<br />
"I fish with the locals" I answered imply<strong>in</strong>g it was a casual<br />
th<strong>in</strong>g rather than illegal work.<br />
"You sail around here everyday, i bet know these islands
well.." he enquired.<br />
"Pretty well" i answered modestly.<br />
"Why do you ask?"<br />
"Well, i got a problem, kid.." he shoulders hunched and his<br />
head lowered as he told me the story of his recently deceased<br />
Mother. Apparently, she visited these islands regularly<br />
throughout her latter years after visit<strong>in</strong>g and fall<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> love with<br />
the place on a diplomatic U.N. envoy to Burma <strong>in</strong> 1998. Now<br />
her time had passed and her only son Tis wanted to cast her<br />
ashes on her favoured spot on a specific island but wasn't sure<br />
exactly which one it was. Glad to be of assistance <strong>in</strong> a dilemma<br />
of this k<strong>in</strong>d i agreed to visit the resort where he was stay<strong>in</strong>g that<br />
even<strong>in</strong>g to look at this pa<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g his Mother drew to see if i<br />
recognized the island landmarks. We would then sail out to the<br />
island and scatter his Mother’s ashes there.<br />
I also have to meet K<strong>in</strong>g tonight, he wants more dope. I'll go<br />
their first and then sort out K<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
I walked the stone steps, the surround<strong>in</strong>gs decorated with<br />
exotic flora and ornamental design. The resort was decorated<br />
lavishly and plush. Places like this had a sophisticn swarve not<br />
been my chosen abode throughout my travels <strong>in</strong> Azia, however,<br />
i was grow<strong>in</strong>g accustomed to their sophistication.<br />
Tis greeted me and welcomed me <strong>in</strong>. He was wear<strong>in</strong>g a white<br />
shirt buttoned halfway up, and smelt of aftershave. The room<br />
was done out <strong>in</strong> cream, vibrat<strong>in</strong>g light with dark p<strong>in</strong>e<br />
furnish<strong>in</strong>gs. A faux-fur rug warmed the floor and the table<br />
above held a decanter and a bowl filled full of fruit.<br />
“Cheroot?” Tis offered, open<strong>in</strong>g a box.<br />
“If you’ll be so k<strong>in</strong>d” I said poshly, sitt<strong>in</strong>g down - handed a<br />
dr<strong>in</strong>k. “I like the music” I said.<br />
“Mozart’s fifth”<br />
Then Tis placed the pa<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> front of me. I stared at it,<br />
notic<strong>in</strong>g the detail. There were trees and rocks, some native
people, Buddha - golden and a boat. It was “abstract”, looked<br />
more like a map than a pa<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
"This was your Mother's work? It is beautiful"<br />
"My Mother was a very talented lady" he recl<strong>in</strong>ed.<br />
"And she was <strong>in</strong>volved with the United Nations?"<br />
"Yes, she came to this country to aid negotiations with the<br />
Junta. The militia"<br />
"They had some problems <strong>in</strong> this country..."<br />
Its all <strong>in</strong> the past now. I decl<strong>in</strong>ed tell<strong>in</strong>g him the part i had<br />
played <strong>in</strong> their downfall.<br />
"She retired to Burma, fulfill<strong>in</strong>g her passion," he leaned <strong>in</strong><br />
and slid the abstract seascape closer to my view, "Pa<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g"<br />
"I have to say its... Abstract. The shorel<strong>in</strong>e;" I ran my f<strong>in</strong>ger<br />
along the canvas "it resembles a map!"<br />
"It does doesn't it; but its actually an artistic technique. Look<br />
closely, is there anyth<strong>in</strong>g you recognize?"<br />
"This bit." I po<strong>in</strong>ted to splotches of grey drawn like a face.<br />
"They look like the rocks on Freaky Island"<br />
"Freaky Island" Tis became animated, "Where is that?"<br />
"West <strong>by</strong> north west of here."<br />
"Are you sure?"<br />
"Pretty sure. You see those three rocks. The one <strong>in</strong> the<br />
foreground predom<strong>in</strong>ates, then the two beh<strong>in</strong>d, like two eye's"<br />
"They're on this island!"<br />
"Yip" I confirmed<br />
"You saw them yourself?"<br />
"Well i didn't see the face as it is depicted here but, there<br />
were three rocks exactly like this" I answered compar<strong>in</strong>g the<br />
artist's impression with my parallax view. "Your dear Mother<br />
was probably situated on the highest po<strong>in</strong>t when she did this.”<br />
"You betcha!"<br />
Our meet<strong>in</strong>g was <strong>in</strong>terrupted <strong>by</strong> a telephone call.<br />
"You'll have to excuse me" he ushered me to the door. "I'll<br />
meet you tomorrow"
He replaced the mural <strong>in</strong> its p<strong>in</strong>e frame and mounted it above<br />
the mantle-piece. He then bowed his head and did the sign of<br />
the crucifix as if say<strong>in</strong>g a prayer.<br />
I left the resort through the rear exit through scant jungle.<br />
“Sail<strong>in</strong>g, I can rent Mr.Jui's boat for only 4500 rupels."<br />
"40 bucks! Kd, I can get a speed boat for that price"<br />
"I can try to knock him down but you know these locals. They<br />
won't budge when it comes to money"<br />
"Okay, see what you can do"<br />
My watch read 9'oclock. I was late for the rendezvous with<br />
K<strong>in</strong>g. I flagged a songtail and checked the dope was safe and<br />
sound <strong>in</strong>side my pocket , the picture of the pa<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g still fixed <strong>in</strong><br />
my m<strong>in</strong>d. It had seemed old, maybe forty years or more. I didn't<br />
believe that it was the work of Tis's Mother. I got the<br />
impression he was hid<strong>in</strong>g someth<strong>in</strong>g. My m<strong>in</strong>d was still <strong>in</strong><br />
thought, as the taxi pulled up across the street from K<strong>in</strong>g's. I<br />
checked aga<strong>in</strong> my pocket then crossed over and knocked on the<br />
door. Peg-Leg answered and lead me <strong>in</strong> , hobbl<strong>in</strong>g. K<strong>in</strong>g was<br />
sat on a chair, two more people lay on the floor, play<strong>in</strong>g video<br />
games. The room was bare, only the chair and T.V. Empty cans<br />
and cartons were strewn around the place. Ashtrays were filled<br />
with butts. The atmosphere was foisty.<br />
"Come <strong>in</strong> sit down," said K<strong>in</strong>g. He wore his hair tied at the back<br />
and a goatee beard. I took the 7 gram bag out of my pocket and<br />
placed it on the table.<br />
Peg-leg eased himself onto the sofa, leav<strong>in</strong>g room for his<br />
straight leg then helped himself to a sample of the joi as is<br />
customary <strong>in</strong> a drug deal of this size.<br />
“Jai dee!” he said approv<strong>in</strong>gly. K<strong>in</strong>g nodded and stood up.
"5,000" like we agreed. Isat backandgot baked. As i sat there<br />
toasted, the dog picked up the CD <strong>in</strong> his mouth and fetched it to<br />
the player, plac<strong>in</strong>g it clumsily <strong>in</strong> the ejected frame he drops it.<br />
Patiently lifts an edge with his paw,clamps his lips around it<br />
aga<strong>in</strong> and this timesucceeds <strong>in</strong> putt<strong>in</strong>g it, he pushes it <strong>in</strong> with his<br />
nose and paws play on the remote control… A movie beg<strong>in</strong>s,<br />
Planet of the Apes.<br />
Amaz<strong>in</strong>g ability for an animal lack<strong>in</strong>g prehensiles.<br />
I awoke th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g that it had all been a dream. The morn<strong>in</strong>g was<br />
calm and air subdued <strong>in</strong> contrast to that chaotic night before. It<br />
took me a moment, wak<strong>in</strong>g to realize that the events of last<br />
night, as absurd as they were, did <strong>in</strong>deed occur. This fact<br />
<strong>in</strong>evitably only made my subsequent reactions(follow up) all the<br />
more significant. I had to be smart! It was imperative that i<br />
proceed carefully. After the <strong>in</strong>cident <strong>in</strong>volv<strong>in</strong>g illicit drugs i was<br />
vehemently determ<strong>in</strong>ed to cont<strong>in</strong>ue but not at the cost of my<br />
own safety and further amicableness. And the curious meet<strong>in</strong>g<br />
with the affluent Scand<strong>in</strong>avian was what i should now<br />
concentrate my efforts on.<br />
I booked the boat with my fish<strong>in</strong>g colleagues, negotiat<strong>in</strong>g a<br />
casual reservation as and when i needed it. They were most<br />
<strong>in</strong>terested <strong>in</strong> Mr. Tis which they humorously pronounced "Tes"<br />
rather than the correct pronunciation of “Teece” and were eager<br />
to let the boat to him for a fee--and offered to sail the boat on<br />
Mr.Tes’ behalf--which <strong>in</strong> effect summed extra money for them.<br />
Yet when they found out our dest<strong>in</strong>ation they changed their tune<br />
and refused to sail with us…<br />
At 10am I met up with him, downstairs <strong>in</strong> the lob<strong>by</strong> of his hotel.<br />
The chandeleers hang<strong>in</strong>g above us. He was distracted,<br />
<strong>in</strong>timidated look<strong>in</strong>g over his.<br />
“There is no Freaky island!” Tis growled.<br />
“No, wait” I fumbled for the right answer, realiz<strong>in</strong>g he’d
misunderstood me.<br />
But it was of no significance, he was eager to leave imm<strong>in</strong>ently.<br />
I stalled him, for a few hours at least. I wanted to see Lee, like i<br />
promised. But really i wanted to snub the F<strong>in</strong>. He, like so many<br />
others was underm<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g me. I had a plan, i had to have.<br />
In the bar was a youngish Azian, <strong>Thai</strong> look<strong>in</strong>g. I couldn't be<br />
sure as it ws dark but it looked the double of Lek! He was<br />
gap<strong>in</strong>g at me and his eye's widened as he saw me. He then<br />
turned to the person next to him and i left. I figured it couldn't<br />
be him and i sure didn't want to go back and f<strong>in</strong>d out. I guess its<br />
just my imag<strong>in</strong>ation play<strong>in</strong>g tricks on me.<br />
(I figured there was no longer any need for me to rema<strong>in</strong> on the<br />
island. There are a whole load of similar haunts on this<br />
Andaman Sea coastl<strong>in</strong>e, i have no ties and can go wherever i<br />
want. I will miss this place, but as the say<strong>in</strong>g goes, the roll<strong>in</strong>g<br />
stones were the greatest rock band ever.).( I was flabegasted! I<br />
wanted to leave with Tis but had envisaged spend<strong>in</strong>g a few days<br />
tie<strong>in</strong>g up loose ends, pack<strong>in</strong>g, say<strong>in</strong>g good<strong>by</strong>e's... Leav<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> a<br />
few hours meant i'd return the boat)<br />
I got some parcel paper from the DIY store and some crayons. I<br />
then drew a scribble resembl<strong>in</strong>g Tis’ Mother’s pa<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g. It<br />
didn’t look a patch on the orig<strong>in</strong>al but did bear resemblance.<br />
Tonight, on the boat I make the switch. And if caught my alibi<br />
shall be, that it was just a joke.<br />
I got down to the harbour at 9.14pm. Tis was wait<strong>in</strong>g, irrate and<br />
agitated.<br />
"What took you so long?"<br />
"I’m sorry i had someth<strong>in</strong>g important to do"<br />
"I've been wait<strong>in</strong>g here s<strong>in</strong>ce eight, we did agree eight<br />
o’clock, did we not?" His ironic rhetoric did not amuse me.<br />
"I couldn't get out of it. I've had one hell of a couple of days"<br />
"Jesus kid, i thought you weren't gonna show! but your here
now, so lets get this ship <strong>in</strong> the water!"<br />
“Its hardly a ship”, I thought. Tis was strong for his age. We<br />
loaded our small cargo and pushed the boat out <strong>in</strong>to the sea.<br />
Seek<strong>in</strong>g not to draw any attention <strong>by</strong> us<strong>in</strong>g a loud motor eng<strong>in</strong>e,<br />
we used ores to row away from Jonton Beach.<br />
Once away from land, due North of Fraggle Rock Tis starts<br />
the motor. I had my backpack packed with all essentials. My<br />
book almost full, i put it with the other books i do not want to<br />
call my memoirs; hidden <strong>in</strong> the hid<strong>in</strong>g place under my shack,<br />
wrapped <strong>in</strong> plastic for the ra<strong>in</strong>.<br />
"I need to check the landmarks match what is on that map?"<br />
"Its not a map!" Tis spoke louder, adjust<strong>in</strong>g the anchored l<strong>in</strong>e.<br />
I figured the map was locked away <strong>in</strong> his briefacse. I had the<br />
homemade duplicate tucked away under my life preserver.<br />
"Maybe there is treasure on Freaky Isl...I mean Parker Island."<br />
Tis stuttered "Tell you what, i'll make a deal; you help me f<strong>in</strong>d<br />
it and i'll split it with you" He p[ened it and took out a boyyle of<br />
w<strong>in</strong>e and two glasses,<br />
"To treasure," Tis proclaimed and raised an expensive glass -<br />
probably made <strong>in</strong> S<strong>in</strong>gapore - clank<strong>in</strong>g his onto m<strong>in</strong>e,<br />
I repeated, "To treasure," Tis smiled and put his arm on my<br />
shoulder then he started to stroke the hairs on the back of my<br />
neck. "You're a very handsome boy," he complimented.<br />
Water was black-blue like treacle. Murkey, dark and menac<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
An entity conscious, as if the serpent Naga would rise up at<br />
anytime, Godzilla; displac<strong>in</strong>g the myth once and for all…<br />
Reduc<strong>in</strong>g myself to an humble mortal afraid of fear itself.<br />
Unwill<strong>in</strong>gly exposed to the harsh realities of the undead.<br />
And as we sailed along we sang a sea shanty...<br />
Bang away Lulu bang it good and strong,
Where are you go<strong>in</strong>g to do your bang<strong>in</strong>g when<br />
Lulu’s gone?<br />
It felt good, s<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g together like sailors on Ocean of droplets.<br />
And then we sang,<br />
We are sail<strong>in</strong>g, we are sail<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
Stormy waters, across the sea,<br />
We were drunk and slurred our speech when we sang,<br />
To be free<br />
We we are sail<strong>in</strong>g, we are sail<strong>in</strong>g<br />
to be near you who can s<strong>in</strong>g<br />
We all know that song <strong>by</strong> Rod Stewart.<br />
"Apparantely there's a storm com<strong>in</strong>g"<br />
"How long should it take to get to the island?" Tis asked.<br />
"Two hours, but with the sea as rough as this(bad w<strong>in</strong>ds and<br />
tides) uy could take longer," i estimated giv<strong>in</strong>g my best guide,<br />
"How much longer," he stressed aga<strong>in</strong>, "Kid, we need to be<br />
precise!"<br />
"If you want to bail out now, we could dock on Wang Island for<br />
the night." i advised.<br />
"Where's the hell is Wang island?"<br />
"Five kilos west of here."<br />
"Lets see if we can make it, Kid." he said, “you and me” and<br />
then we pressed on <strong>in</strong>to the strengthen<strong>in</strong>g w<strong>in</strong>d.<br />
I was at the Helm. Tis, the navigator "There's a storm close<br />
com<strong>in</strong>g. Can you feel it?"<br />
An hour and a half later we were still adrift, the sea now so<br />
tempestuous, spelled danger.<br />
i turned the boat 45degrees to give a little leeway<br />
"You're an experienced boatsman, aren't you!" Tis said<br />
admirably<br />
"My Uncle was Admiral <strong>in</strong> the British Navy, Sir!"<br />
the boat felt a sudden surge forward, buffeted <strong>by</strong> strong waves.
“Get the l<strong>in</strong>e, GET THE LI!!!”<br />
“Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese” I shouted as, thrown off balance he fell<br />
overboard.<br />
“Man overboard!” I shouted but there was no one to hear.<br />
I had lost my navigator; Tis had the compass when he fell. A<br />
vast feel<strong>in</strong>g of isolation came over me. I was lost under a<br />
clouded, starless sky on an almost endless a<strong>by</strong>ss of oceanic. I<br />
humbled once more before the almighty. Suddenly he<br />
reemerged, his bawl<strong>in</strong>g eye’s opened wide like, try<strong>in</strong>g to yell<br />
but splutter<strong>in</strong>g only merky sea water came out his mouth. He<br />
was chock<strong>in</strong>g, drown<strong>in</strong>g, his expression desperatly pa<strong>in</strong>ed.<br />
“Hel…” he managed a cry for help! I stood there feel<strong>in</strong>g<br />
hopeless. Then, after a spot of quick th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g I reached for the<br />
rope that held the anchor; an improvised lifesaver. I wound it<br />
round like a lazoo aim<strong>in</strong>g directly for his head allow<strong>in</strong>g for my<br />
aim to be a little off as he had now drifted away, three meters or<br />
more. I lunged my arm, released the rope and flung Tis a life<br />
l<strong>in</strong>e…<br />
Unexpectedly my aim was spot on and the propelled anchor<br />
caught him plush on the top of the head. I saw his forehead split<br />
open just before disappeared underwater. He did not resurface.<br />
I sailed ahull until the storm subsided, the water was calm<br />
and the sun rose bright and brilliant over the horizon once<br />
aga<strong>in</strong>, mark<strong>in</strong>g eastward/erly. I changed course sway<strong>in</strong>g the<br />
boat 10 m<strong>in</strong>utes of arc on northern latitude. Then i took out the<br />
book to read the f<strong>in</strong>al Chapter s<strong>in</strong>cerely hop<strong>in</strong>g that the end<br />
would not disappo<strong>in</strong>t me.<br />
Near<strong>in</strong>g the end i ventured on through flotsam, an eerie signal<br />
another vessel had been shipwrecked <strong>by</strong> the storm.<br />
I was able to ply open Tis’s briefcase with the saw attachment<br />
of my pen knife. Inside was his Mother’s pa<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g, some letters,<br />
a handkerchief, tobacco and a pipe, a t<strong>in</strong> of m<strong>in</strong>ts, carnation
milk and the sealed urn hold<strong>in</strong>g the remnants of his beloved<br />
Mother, deceased. I hoped i knew the appropriate th<strong>in</strong>g to do<br />
with each of them.<br />
In the <strong>in</strong>ner compartment was the map, wrapped <strong>in</strong> protective<br />
paper; folded neatly over and over aga<strong>in</strong>. I read comics when<br />
I’m bored – a habit I acquired from childhood and this rem<strong>in</strong>ded<br />
me of the superhero’s I idolized.<br />
I opened the t<strong>in</strong> of m<strong>in</strong>ts and was dissapo<strong>in</strong>ted to discover<br />
that <strong>in</strong>stead of conta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g m<strong>in</strong>ts the t<strong>in</strong> was <strong>in</strong> fact full of g<strong>in</strong>ger<br />
toffee; twenty three toffees to be exact. One every two hours<br />
would keep me go<strong>in</strong>g for a couple of days until i get the boat<br />
docked on an island. Till then i’m just meander<strong>in</strong>g around on<br />
ocean. I swigged salty sea water to rehydrate, the sun was now<br />
burn<strong>in</strong>g hot. I was freez<strong>in</strong>g and soak<strong>in</strong>g last night, now i am at<br />
the other extreme. In the sky seabirds flew, swarm<strong>in</strong>g like<br />
vultures overhead. Close to the boat porpoise swam and sprang<br />
out the silvery, cerulean sea; flipped and dived back under.<br />
They looked amaz<strong>in</strong>gly agile but what i really wanted to do was<br />
eat them, i felt so hungry.<br />
On each day, the midday sun would not only be<br />
excruciat<strong>in</strong>gly hot, also was difficult to navigate. Hav<strong>in</strong>g lost<br />
my compass along with Tis it <strong>in</strong>everably meant i'd have to wait<br />
until the sun was decl<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g and then po<strong>in</strong>t the boat towards the<br />
sett<strong>in</strong>g sun. The islands were west but the w<strong>in</strong>d was push<strong>in</strong>g me<br />
eastbound.<br />
I rolled a smoke and contemplated what had f<strong>in</strong>ally come,<br />
f<strong>in</strong>ish<strong>in</strong>g the last few drops of w<strong>in</strong>e - cheap, Malaysian plastic<br />
cork crap. I declared a toast; the time had f<strong>in</strong>ally come to face<br />
facts and account for m life. So here’s to you Mrs. Wodd<strong>in</strong>gton,<br />
“Should old acqua<strong>in</strong>tance be forgot, for Pete’s sake,”<br />
At the end of the journey when all is considered i did what i set<br />
out to do and with the help of the cooperative J, left my mark <strong>in</strong><br />
history.
I found a t<strong>in</strong> of fish <strong>in</strong> the lazarette but I couldn’t get the<br />
fuck<strong>in</strong>g th<strong>in</strong>g open. All i managed to make was a small hole and<br />
through it i sipped the br<strong>in</strong>e; my knife, already blunted from<br />
open<strong>in</strong>g Tis’s briefcase was left redundant.<br />
Eventually after days adrift, the tense tedium as pa<strong>in</strong>ful as<br />
the dehydrated starvation… i saw land on the edge of the south<br />
western horizon.<br />
This promised to be my ultimate sanctuary... but was it<br />
<strong>in</strong>deed a halluc<strong>in</strong>ation; another mirage?<br />
Epilogue<br />
My optimism was quashed as the land seen on the horizon was<br />
<strong>in</strong>deed a trick of the strong light from the then sett<strong>in</strong>g equatorial<br />
sun. I drifted for another 3 days until - spotted <strong>by</strong> a cruise ship<br />
head<strong>in</strong>g from Calcutta to Port Blair – was rescued. They radioed<br />
to coastguard a distress call at my coord<strong>in</strong>ates. I was picked up<br />
and shipped to Madras on the eastern side of India. Accord<strong>in</strong>g<br />
to them i’d drifted north of the Emerald Isles for fourteen days.<br />
It was a miracle of enormous proportions.<br />
I took a connect<strong>in</strong>g flight to England, figured i'd face<br />
whatever was com<strong>in</strong>g. Noth<strong>in</strong>g did. I touched down safe and<br />
sound at Heathrow airport on the first Sunday <strong>in</strong> May. My<br />
blood was th<strong>in</strong>ned and the air was cold.<br />
I took a bus to Slough then walked a couple of mies to the<br />
urban, rural Taplow. Muic played out a car w<strong>in</strong>dow as i<br />
descended the country lane lead<strong>in</strong>g to my sister's place. I sat
outside and waited until 3pm when visit<strong>in</strong>g was permitted. One<br />
of the nurses came out and started to hassle me,<br />
“You’re not allowed on the grass!” she badgered. I told her<br />
where to go and how to get there. She was evidently new and<br />
unaware my sister had been resident here for twenty years. I’d<br />
played football on that grass as a little boy.<br />
“You can see her now” the nurse said more softly.<br />
“Hi Alice,” “I brought you someth<strong>in</strong>g” It seemed she hadn’t<br />
missed me. Then she turned, her expression changed as she<br />
recognized my changed complexion; her eye’s warmed,<br />
“Dave”<br />
“Yeah, it’s me” I moved closer and embraced her. We<br />
hugged for a while.<br />
Another visitor hovered <strong>in</strong> the lob<strong>by</strong>. little girl approach<strong>in</strong>g<br />
up the street all smiles.<br />
"Are you us<strong>in</strong>g the phone?” I asked.<br />
“No, you can use”<br />
I left the home and walked to my Auntie’s house.<br />
Who the fuck are you? The old house aroma hit me with de ja<br />
vu. I remberedThe phones been disconnected.<br />
“Your auntie died didn’t she David?”<br />
“yes that’s correct; two years ago”<br />
“Why didn’t you call the Police?”<br />
“Why didn’t i? I didn’t want a trip to the hospital. It wasn’t<br />
very nice, i was…”<br />
“You don’”<br />
“…Upset” I completed. I didn’t like this woman. I wanted<br />
my old neighbours back. Why was she throw<strong>in</strong>g questions at<br />
me?<br />
that i P<strong>in</strong>ned to the fridge (on Alice’s wall) with a strawberry<br />
fridge magnet was the postcard i sent from Krakow,
Just left Berl<strong>in</strong>, found uncle alive and well. My eyes welled as<br />
the memory came back. Then she handed me a bunch of letters.<br />
Bills, junk, bills, court summons, some more junk and a letter<br />
from <strong>Thai</strong>land.<br />
It read,<br />
G'day Mate! I knew <strong>in</strong>stantly it was from Steve.<br />
Where the hell did you get to? I tried send<strong>in</strong>g emails to th<br />
web address. The damn th<strong>in</strong>gs offl<strong>in</strong>e. Anyway, its not<br />
important, I just hope your sfae and sound. I’m sorry<br />
about all that trouble so I wanted to write. I hope you<br />
receive this one way or another.<br />
Attached was a cut out from the Pattaya Times. The headl<strong>in</strong>e<br />
read, Lady Boy Found Dead and underneath was a photo of<br />
Anchalee. It said suicide. At first, i thought it could be one of<br />
Steve's jokes but there's no way he could have forged it. The<br />
article concerned the events surround<strong>in</strong>g her untimely death.<br />
The story was true. I read it over and over aga<strong>in</strong> to comprehend<br />
the mean<strong>in</strong>g beh<strong>in</strong>d the words.I was so happy i could have<br />
cried. After a rollercoaster of emotion somehow i was content<br />
with this sad conclusion.<br />
I walked back down the stairs to use the phone <strong>in</strong> the hallway to<br />
call Annette. Pick<strong>in</strong>g up the handset to dial i realized the<br />
obvious fact we’d been disconnected. Where was the nearest<br />
phonebox? By the shops… I filled my pocket with spare change<br />
and made out aga<strong>in</strong> on foot. I had the same scrap of paper she<br />
first wrote it on. I dialed the number and after a couple of r<strong>in</strong>gs<br />
Annette answered cheerily.<br />
"Its Dave", i said but she made out like she didn't know who<br />
i was. I told her i'd just returned from Burma and suggested we<br />
meet for a dr<strong>in</strong>k. She mumbled someth<strong>in</strong>g about be<strong>in</strong>g too busy,<br />
work<strong>in</strong>g. I pressed her, “for old time's sake” and then some guy<br />
came on the phone. He said, "Annie doesn't want to go<br />
anywhere with you." He sounded foreign, German perhaps. I
asked with whom i was speak<strong>in</strong>g and he replied, "I’m her<br />
husband" Consequentally, my response i don't recall before the<br />
money ran out. I bashed the phone with the handset and<br />
slumped aga<strong>in</strong>st it.<br />
So, i guess she's not Annette Delpy anymore, i cerebrated. Or<br />
maybe she is still; perhaps that Afghani guy's only her<br />
boyfriend - her fiancé - one step ahead of himself. A girl passed<br />
the phone box, happily skipp<strong>in</strong>g down the street. I mulled it<br />
over as i clambered back up the stairs, my legs still ach<strong>in</strong>g but<br />
<strong>in</strong> a really good way. After years of travel<strong>in</strong>g i can f<strong>in</strong>ally put<br />
my feet up and unw<strong>in</strong>d for 6 months.<br />
Rose is watch<strong>in</strong>g T.V. Squidgy and Pidgy and play<strong>in</strong>g with<br />
plasterc<strong>in</strong>e. I browse a woman's magaz<strong>in</strong>e with plasterc<strong>in</strong>e on it.<br />
I feel like a fag but i promised i wouldn't smoke anymore. Polly<br />
shouts through from the kitchen,<br />
"Is anyone hungry? I’m cook<strong>in</strong>g toad <strong>in</strong> the hole!" my<br />
stomach churns. I remember her toad tastes great but i couldn't<br />
eat anyth<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
“Are you hungry, buttercup?" I asked Rosie. She shook her<br />
head sweetly.<br />
"How about some tea?" came from the kitchen.<br />
"Syou alrighture" I replied as my taste buds salivated. I could<br />
digest that. I hadn't had brown tea <strong>in</strong> ages, "but without milk."<br />
Two weeks later, i was lucky enough to be <strong>in</strong> London for a<br />
night, visit<strong>in</strong>g Hsoolicitor.<br />
“I couldn’t believe it when i heard what happened to you!”<br />
“I know”<br />
“You’re ok now i take it.”<br />
“I’m just f<strong>in</strong>e Mr. Partridge”<br />
“are you settled now <strong>in</strong> england David or not, I suppose you’ve<br />
still the wanderlust. Anymore adventures planned?”<br />
“I just might actually, Mr.” I said confidently cast<strong>in</strong>g back,
“In fact i’ve someth<strong>in</strong>g to pick up, someth<strong>in</strong>g personal and<br />
precious, that’s hidden <strong>in</strong> a special place,”