Falling in Thai by Michael j Bradley - Gadabout Life

nuance to the sober, drying out of the humility. Some
staggering or swaggering and all the time wasting away
a day in the heat. You can bet Stella’s enjoying herself!
It’s the festivities that are making such glee. As i go
into the Seven11 to buy some cigarettes; i see there’s a
queue forming.
I felt like a bear abandoned at Paddington Station. I need a
drink - to hydrate but also to unwind me; a jar of honey.
Moving on; short-wearing white people exhibit the same
discomfiture. They flock in their own little groups as overwhelmed
as i by the scope of it all too much to take in on your
first time. Anyone can see it as an over-populated, built up area
littered with bars, parlours, net cafes and eateries, plus places
selling sex. Though drugs, gambling and pornography are
virtually nonexistent, promiscuous sex in exchange for money
is accepted and encouraged by varied factions of Thai society.
Taxi drivers will drive you to saunas and short-time rooms. As
if i– like everyone else went out looking to get laid this evening.
Hink, hink, from another hooter. Do i need a lift or am i
walking in a prohibited zone?
Girls here wear so very little; their sun scorched skin glowing
golden, covered patchily with occidental styled garments barely
covering anything. An average British bloke wouldn’t be seen
dead in a pair of shorts on an evening. But this isn't Europe and
the constant heat is the perfect excuse to undress; and show bare
flesh off to a standard.
Over here, Thailand the country formerly known as Siam is
blessed with some extremely attractive natives in both face and
body. Some people, forty-plus posing as teenagers. Even the