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a Chinese temple in Penang Thailand, Pattaya, 09-03-2009.
I'm unsure whether to walk over to the Lek Hotel on Second Road for their 120 Baht buffet breakfast or maybe take a local breakfast, Khao Tom Phui which is a bowl of rice soup with all sorts of nice and tasty titbits added like fresh veggies, bits of fried fish right out of the ocean, mushy peanuts the Thai way, add a bit of Kaeng Phet - Thai Red Curry - to spike your palate, an expresso to wash it all down and your day will be just fine.
Maybe watch the bobbing shaven heads belonging to Asian bodies clothed in saffron red or Dutch orange colored robes involved in their early morning daily Bindabaat, their alms round, carrying shyning small iron kettles wherein you can deposit your karmic benefits...
However tranquil these Thai early mornings might be and very enjoyable for me in any other part of the Thai Kingdom but Pattaya considering my long night bar hopping, practicing my Thai on the countless Hot Mommas on the boulevard who due to the late hour and lack of clientêle are happy enough to run across busy Beach Road, get a couple more alu
cans containing my cherished Leo beer. I can give a 500 Baht note to a complete Hot Momma stranger and I can bet my treasured Buddha Pendant she will return carrying a small plastic Seven/11 bag with a few cold to the touch beers, I make notes of their stories, draw their faces in my sketchbook trying hard to capture more as just the face, get her inner being beaming out of a pen drawing, an aquarel or maybe some soft pastel colors.
I might go bar hopping down in Soi 6 where the action is low due to the lack of foreign navies visiting, so I can sit around unnoticed and watch the going-ons, maybe a visit to Walking Street and watch Muay Thai fights in the countless open-air bars or maybe long semi-serious all night conversations with the Dutch Farang population in Pattaya down on the Dutch farang Bench located conveniently opposite the Seven/11.
Needless to say these so-called vanila sunrises while enjoying a strong and healthy breakfast in tropical countries are a big taboo to me being still fast asleep and having no intentions of getting up before twelve noon.
Usually by the time
market scêne in..
Parapat, Lake Toba I wake up, strong beams of sunlight stealing themselves through the cracks in my curtains hurting my eyes and reminding me of just that very last beer I should have left alone but couldn't, most of my visitors already gone, Moo who normally sleeps on the matrass next to me and Joy who slept on the floor last night on top of my sleeping bag after having been fired by her Small-Bestowed-Austrian boyfriend as his personal Tilak for reasons she kept unnoticed from me.
Just like this morning it is not all that unusual for me the find their washing drying on the line on my balcony. They obviously do their laundry in my bathroom using my shampoo while I am still dead asleep. The dangling in the wind female panties and bras always amuse me first thing in the...well, yeah, not the morning but the early afternoon.
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