The streets were practically empty. There was the odd moped carrying four or five passengers going by but not much else. There was a place which looked like a small club that still had music playing. I figured my best bet would be to have a beer & suss the place, keep an eye out for moody characters who look like they might sell drugs.
I didn't get no further than the door, as three Thai guys who were stood on the kerb blocked it as I approached. From my previous conversation with the tuk driver, I had learnt the Thai for a bit of smoke & blurted out "Ganja?" with as friendly a face as I could muster.
There were funny looks & words exchanged between them & it looked like I was in. One of them turned to me & said "You want yaba?" which meant nothing to me, so I repeated, "No. Ganja?"
More words were exchanged & they gestured for me to follow them down a small Soi, so I did, prepared to run like the wind should a knife or anything come out & my guard wasn't down for a moment.
As it turned out I had nothing to worry about as they took me to a guy parked up in a tuk - I was glad it wasn't the same one as before - then left me alone with him. I asked for ganja & he mentioned yaba & I was back to square one, but this time down a back alley in a strange city & I decided right then that this was a bad idea. I made conversation for a while as I sat in the back of his tuk. He could speak well enough English for me to gather he was asking me for 1000 Baht & he would leave the tuk as a gurantee - his words - until he came back. With what he was going to be coming back with was unclear. I made my excuses & left.
I walked back to the hotel & went to sleep.
In the morning I packed & went downstairs for breakfast. The menu was limited & I settled for boiled egg & toast. Mr Prapan, the taxi drier, was there as we had arranged to take me to Pattaya. The old lady wasn't happy I hadn't booked a taxi through her & it seemed the staff were pretty glad to see the back of me.
With that, we set off to Pattaya.