Overnight train adventures

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Bangkok, 03-03-2009,

The skytrain is rattling overhead me while I sit on the back of a Bangkok motorbike taxi as always risking my very life in the madhouse, superjammed Bangkok traffic. Despite the early hour this metropole is already swelletring under a hot Thai sun while early commuters quietly accept the pointlessness of their haste caught up in a static traffic line. Exhaust fumes poisoning the lungs of fast-food cooking stall merchants selling dozens of varieties of typical Thai sweets, so popular for breakfast among the Thai. At other stalls I see Thai business men in expensive Armani suits quickly finishing off a steaming bowl of noodle soup chicken, hungry white collar workers on their way to the office.

On my way to the tourist district of Khao Sarn Road, with my driver quick-manuevering us through Bangkok's number one problem, its infrastructure, I've time to dwell on last night's crazy train trip.....

Zoom in....

With my sleep deep and untroubled thanks to two big bottles of Singha beer and the peacefull sounds of the overnight train from Penang to Bangkok, Khadenk Khaden Khadenk, My uncounscious mind is trying hard to drive the images of my dreams back to the times I lived in Bangkok, this City Of Angels as the Thai call it, where I was hanging out with Jamie and his rough friends, betting on the outcome of raucous Muay Thai fights in dark bars of bad neighborhoods, where more often than not I was the only Farang present, where.......

Certain erotic sounds bring me back from Lord Morpheus induced dream world, back to my warm couchette in this colonial overnight trian, sounds originating from the lower bunk bed, dark blue curtains hiding whatever action is going on down there...

D*rned, I bet that these two older gay guys from Ozzie-Land, my fellow travellers on this iron horse and I have been talking with a bit today while admiring the landscape outside, are getting it off....

Somehow I fall asleep again just to be rudely awakened again by the same sounds but this time originating from the opposing lower bunk bed. Jees, did these guys change places, maybe the other bunk bed is more comfortable...

At some later time I wake up yet again but this time to the excited chatter of the Sikh Indian behind us who was constantly keeping his dark black eyes locked on us during my conversation with the two Ozzie Gays.....Hey shove it, okay?

Only in the morning over breakfast do the two over-excited Ozzie Gays tell me about there nightly visitor...the Sikh guy with his dark black piercing eyes....

Zoom out....

Khao Sarn Road is busy with souvenir sellers building up their stalls, young Thai ladies selling small plastic bottles with pure orange juice straight from a ice box filled to overflow with chunks of ice, commission peple asking me if I want to visit a juwelery shop while I cross the road, my bulky backpack strapped to my suntanned shoulders, already feeling the inpact of the stifling Thai sun beaming down on me.

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