As in farangulated areas it is common place for a flock of young/middle-aged/positively geriatric tarts to meet and greet you at their respective establishments.
Except, here, being tucked away in a far corner of undergrowth as oppose to the sand speckled, tourist filled streets of Pattaya (just speculating, never been, but I'm assuming because of its proximity to sand and water that there is some beach residue on the roads and it's teeming with overweight, lobster red foreign types with pockets full of cold, hard baht) and Phuket, you aren't welcomed with the often whiny and deeply nausiating:
"Hello, where you go, handsome man?"
"Who me? I'm off to get some grammar lessons and I suggest you do the same you fucking retard"
No, here, it goes more lke this:
" You coming in for a fucking drink or what?"
Well, who the fuck was I to refuse such a sweet offer? And who could resist such a fixed pair of eyes, which incidently suggested homicide was pending should I not abide to her wishes.
So with a gulp of trepidation, I stepped into the confines of what could only be described as a dungeon with a television. Also present where a trio of tables, a few stools and a low, half heartedly crafted 'stage'.
Surrounding the televsion were a group of some 4 twenty somethings engrossed in their daily channel 7 fix of over acted shite. On the stage a lady of an age I was unable to deduce, which probably means she was collecting her pension,was crucifying and old Issan classic in the manner of a cat suffering a horrendously bad acid tab.
I was ushered over to one of the tables where I was informed that the only drink available were large bottles of Singha Beer and absolutely nothing else.
Well, I best have one of them then hadn't I now, serving wench.
She went to the fridge, just a shitty old workaday kitchen fridge, the type you keep your salad and ham slices in, and retrieved 2 bottles of beer. Returning to the table, she bit the tops off, handed one to me and necked the other herself.
Once done with hers, she sat there staring at me, willing me to finish my beer and finish it fast. This bitch had a thirst on her.
Alright then you incorrigible goat, get another pair.
After a few more, I decided that due to the feisty behaviour of this young vixen that she might actually be worth bending over.
I cleared it with her pimp, whom came in the form of an obese, wheezing old granny called Barbara or some shit and whisked the temptress off to the cheapest hotel in town.
But alas, I did my usual. After parting with vasts sums of cash, the transactions normally completed before the actual event, I passed out. Woke up alone in a filthy flea ridden cesspit of a room and wished I'd never even fucking well bothered..
Ho hum..another happy ending..