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a Chinese temple Thailand, Pattaya.
I'm in a slumber, in my half awake/half asleep state of mind which is hurting slightly because of the two 7 procent alcohol content Chang beer I consumed before retiring to my room for a well deserved night of sleep, with my dream world once again returning to the Thai concept of Karma...WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND as the Europeans might say.
And Karma there is in my life. These ten days I spend here in Big Party Palace Pattaya are full with the past meeting old hands from days past, exchanging the latest gossip with the Hot Mommas on the boulevard, their luscious hot steaming aura an orgasmic self indulgence with my self-steem going into overdrive due no doubt to a female army of the Isaan sisterhood of Hot Mommas so willing to share their dreams with me, tell me their childhood stories and about their European Sugar Daddies, excited giggles while I sketch them with my black pen. A well off European male reaching middle age surrounded by young Asian women who spent their childhood living on a breadbare excistence.
All this unabashed female attention makes my mind feel it is hopping like a
market scêne in..
Parapat, Lake Toba, sumatra huge cockroach that accidently wander on an electric stove with the heat turned fully up.
The sorrows I feel in this nighttime dreamworld, my anxieties for my inmortal soul and the bitterness my next dozen or so life cycles will have to go through all becuase of all I might knowingly or unknowingly have done wrong in this life cycle are like an ocean of worries.
Knock knock knock it goes again on my door and that at 04.30 h. in the morning taking me out of my semi-awake/semi-asleep state of mind. I need no introduction to the identity of my nighttime visitor at the other side of my door....I know with absolute certainty it'll be Moon the lady I was with early afternoon....I have no doubt she has been drinking moonshine Thai whiskey all day...after all she beat me four times at pool today winning four hundert baht
I saw her several hours later drunk out of her mind asleep on the boulevard dressed in the smelly T-shirt I gave her yesterday when I let her take a shower in my room. I know for a fact she never bothered to pick up her laundry as
Thai lady
in Pattaya she told me before leaving my room.
With Moo having an English Tilak and therefore out of the way, no Joy around today...maybe she got back together with her Small-Bestowed -Austrian Tilak, I see no reason why to play the dead and out stone cold Farang so I let her in together with the impregnated cloud of moonshine whiskey that hangs around her like some sort of death cloak - this crap does KILL them in the end you know - a warm female body sleeping on the other side of the matrass might well calm me down enough to chase away Karma induced nightmares...but no Moon stagers in, trips over the my sleeping bag left there by Joy and bangs down, a strong snoring almost instantly..down and stone cold out as maybe I should have been a mere five minutese ago...
...lets hope Joy really did get together with her Austrian Tilak or else I might have a problem on my hands later trying to explain to her what Miss Messy T-shirt is doing snoring away in what is basically her roosting place.
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