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18-08-2007, 13:04
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A 5 Baht Dance (The Full unabridged edition)
A 5 BAHT DANCE (PART 1/3)
By Gates Of Paradox Where: Thailand, Phuket Island, Patong When: end of winter 2007 It is 10 pm now. Disorientated, dog-tired, overwhelmed by the suffocating humid heat that hit us in the face like the breath of a furious beast and with dry mouths from too much crappy airline food with coppery aftertaste, we are cruising Bangla Road with bewildered eyes : touts for the sexy shows warming up their voice and their wrists for the next flow of punters, free-lancers in small groups chatting together, screaming ladyboys fighting with tall drunk German women, holidaying regular couples both fat and pot-bellied *****ing at each other, a Farang-Thai-luk kreung threesome – he, white as snow and towering his partner by two or three heads, she, dark as sin – strolling hand in hand with a lovely sleepy child in tow, lads with tattoos and flip-flops partying loudly, flashing gogo-bar neon signs in a tangle, loudspeakers at full blast advertising for kickboxing shows, cartons spread on each manholes shutting away whatever crouches there … We arrived just a few hours ago. At first I felt so good at the airport; in the buzz made by all these people speaking foreign languages I don’t understand at last my mind started to set free. Their yack didn’t reach me anymore, I was flying again. Here I’m not using my mother language anymore but different words, different grammar, thus I’m even thinking differently, I’m an other man, and everything is possible. Come to that, why being only one different man when I can be multiple? I could be the characters of a novel I would write, experimental egos that would explore the enigmas of life for my own sake and finally for my readers. But am I really a writer? I urged on, I’m encouraged to, but do I really have something interesting to say that hasn’t been already said and in a better way? All I’m going to tell you is true; I have to be sincere even if I have to expose my side to any horned animals that I may come across. But please do not believe a single word. But now, I’m overpowered; we shouldn’t be there, instead we should be in our respective hotel rooms trying to recover. Why hurry? The show is on every night, no? Anyway, I’m not here really for holiday, not really for work neither, I’m with someone that needs to somehow be escorted. Tonight I’m not open minded. It is not that I have bad vibes, but I just can’t get rid of this nagging feeling at the back of my head, something unpleasant may happen tonight. I wear a casual sportswear shirt and pants. The sweat starts to drench my back and it is only ten minutes I’m outside. I would rather wear a sleeveless T-shirt but too much flesh will be on display. I would face the risk of either ending up with ladyboys all over me, either some jerk would invite me on some kickboxing challenge. It already happened. Fighting is the last thing I want to do here; I can see only two alternatives that both lead to serious trouble. I want to be anonymous; I want to be just another farang on a night out and nothing more. We try our luck in the soi Gonzo who looks quiet. Approximately in the middle we are intercepted by beaming girls who wear black tank tops; they zigzag between our legs, grab our arms, purr some sweet words and pat some stools. No way not to stop, no way not to sit. Here or elsewhere, it is just an other bar with beers and girls, no? Even the music is the same as everywhere… Hum, why coming from so far away to come across quite the same inedible soup that is at home? I’m baffled. I was expecting Thai music; they have so many different styles, rock, jazz, pop, Mor lam, Luk thung, and good musicians too. It is difficult for me to guess whether the bar owners anticipate the expectations of the customers or it is a kind of fashion to have western music. Upon arrival at the hotel, I went to their in-house bar to have a lemon juice. When I entered the place the air was filled with a Mor lam tune joined in a chorus by the waitress. Who said that Phuket is not typical Thailand? Then at exactly 6 pm, and to my dismay I will verify it will repeat similarly every day, the waitress switched off the local radio to start broadcasting a pre-recorded western music program. However, a few days later, late in the night while I was falling in love in the Easy Bar, the DJ of soi Lion switched to Thai tubes. The girls went wild, sang and danced in a frenzy of excitement, letting off the steam. To be continued… 
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18-08-2007, 14:03
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18-08-2007, 18:57
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18-08-2007, 19:33
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 So far very well written, will be interesting to see parts 2 and 3.
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18-08-2007, 20:22
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"Hijack" hmmmm probably a term i'd rather use for securing an aircraft..... just exercising my right of opinion.... many other threads been "hijacked" and not a word said..... I'm gonna pass on this one as i have much more interest in other threads.... Sorry to hurt your feelings Mr/Mrs Dizbuster
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18-08-2007, 21:48
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A 5 Baht dance or A 5 Baht Dance
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Sting -"tears in waves minds on fire " ...'till in the end we didn't know right from wrong anymore. That's when the fun started....
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18-08-2007, 21:53
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dont you just hate these guys who copiy and paste everything.......5555555555....................ij
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18-08-2007, 22:03
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55555555 MrDK that one did make me chuckle
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18-08-2007, 22:33
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19-08-2007, 01:49
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If only things were so simple. The author can be reached through this site Last edited by dawsey : 19-08-2007 at 02:03. Reason: email addy removed
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19-08-2007, 01:52
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Some people on this site helped me prepare my trip to Phuket. This story is just my way to thank them.
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19-08-2007, 01:53
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[quote=David Giuseppe;370202]If only things were so simple.
The author can be reached through this site Not good to post a link to an email address as it will soon be picked up by spammers.
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Last edited by dawsey : 19-08-2007 at 02:05. Reason: e-mail addy removed from quote
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19-08-2007, 02:00
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[quote=David Giuseppe;370202]If only things were so simple.
The author can be reached through this site I don't get the end of Winter part ? And of Winter where ? Where: Thailand, Phuket Island, Patong When: end of winter 2007
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19-08-2007, 07:19
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Never had this feeling even when alone and lost in Phuket...maybe the drink dulls my senses or i'm drunk with the fun i've had with the Thais that night!
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19-08-2007, 13:42
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Yeah, that "It is 10 PM now" line really just did not do it for me, either!
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19-08-2007, 14:06
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It sounds a bit like the opening line from "The Beach" with the long journey and plastic airline food. But, hey....what would a forum be without content; it's content - people who like it read it, ppl who don't can complain. All good fun :-)
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19-08-2007, 14:39
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Now if he only would've started out, "It was a dark and stormy night...."
 Then he would've really had the makings of something there, and got my attention riveted on the story right off! 
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20-08-2007, 15:41
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JayBee, I agree that the beginning is not very original. But now I just can't wait to read your story starting with "it was a dark and stormy night..", it looks so exciting 
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20-08-2007, 15:42
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A 5 Baht Dance (part 2/3)
A 5 BAHT DANCE (PART 2/3)
By Gates Of Paradox Where: Thailand, Phuket Island, Patong When: end of winter 2007 We decide to play the game. And then it starts. First round is a beer for me and a cocktail for my client. No request for ladydrinks at this time. Wise play. It is turning me off to be pushed for a drink upfront; they must be patient and deserve it. A girl brings the drinks while I’m busy looking around for the possibilities. Then I pour my beer in the strange exotic wooden tumbler the waitress has brought along with the beer bottle. Where I come from we drink beer in a glass, not straight from the bottle like a bricklayer on a building site. My customer bursts into laugh, the girls too, and he waves in front of me a small piece of paper with handwritings. Until now, I have drunk only fruit juices and ever before taking a sip at my Singha I’m already acting like a fool. This place is intoxicating. Really I excel myself; the night may be a long one. I have to pull myself together. Tonight I have a mission. Lek is in charge. No butt, no breasts, very slim but not skinny, quite small - she could be very young – shoulder length hair, but very sexy when she walks in her grey plaid miniskirt and her high heels, starts working us with the usual “where do you come from?” while scanning around for any better bargain. She is easygoing and cheerful and she’s got such a strong aura of femininity that I’m sure she has the right equipment to give birth one day. Her skin is quite fair but from not being exposed very often to the sun, her shoes seem a little bit too big for her, her miniskirt is a tad too short revealing in some fleeting glimpses very simple panties that a twelve year old girl would contemptibly refuse to wear in my country. In the look department, everything could be better in her. But still, this girl is captivating. Thai girls definitely have something special that can be described, compared, written, read or ranted about but never fully understood. This failure in desperately attempting to reveal this mystery, isn't it the essence of the mystery that make them so attractive, and most of all, isn't it the better way to keep it alive and fascinating? I’m not really in a good mood, I’m like a coin, I have only two faces and tonight the reverse side won. I may be already fed up by too many Indian touts wanting me to go inside their tailor shop. There are experienced, can’t they see that I’m not the kind of guy who will buy from them? When I reply to them that I’m coming from Hong Kong, I get a sceptical look and then a “ni hao ma?” after a very short pause. Sorry guys, in Hong Kong people are speaking Cantonese not Mandarin, you have to do better. Giving the same answer to the same question, I get quite the same look from Lek and from Joy who just came back from behind the bar with a decent glass for me. Chit tumbler or not, I have already started to drink and having an idiotic farang from Hong Kong drinking in the chit tumbler in the view of everybody may be not good etiquette. At the same time my companion pays the bill. He fumbles through wads of brown notes. This did not go unnoticed by Lek. It’s toast time. Lek and my companion clink the glasses, she says “à ta santé mon amour” quite perfectly. This girl found out very quickly where we are coming from. At the second attempt I found out that she is from Konkhaen. I get a knowing smirk from her. Next, an other round of drinks offered by my patient who proposes also the girls ladydrinks. Vodka & orange for Joy, a bottle of Lemon-Baccardi-Breezer for Lek. Hey these girls can really drink! I skip the offer as I have drunk only half of my beer. Joy starts trying coaxing me. She is wearing jeans and a blouse, could be a mother with stretch marks, and she has the look of next door girl, not the Thai stunner type that makes you forget you are married. She says “I 29, I old lady”; by Thai standards may be, by farang standard she is still marriage material. However, after having spent the last decade working farangs in the bars, who wouldn’t feel old and tired? Joy tries some arms and shoulders massage. I tell her that I have just spent one week in China and that I have had already two body massages there. “Ah! Massage and boom-boom” she adds gleefully. I think she got the message; face is preserved on each side. Now that she knows that I may be not too horny and in the need of immediate female companionship this night, she shares her time with an other table, coming back and forth for a sip at her vodka & orange, a smile, but nothing more. This is OK for me. Lek is now in high gear, clinking glasses, shortening the distance between her wonderful small body and my pal. I’m a little bit jealous, I fancy also this girl, but tonight I have something else in mind. To be continued…
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20-08-2007, 17:34
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Good suggestion!  How about it, Dawsey?
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