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Jame Sees the Ocean Part 1Jame Sees The Ocean…Part 1 This is
another report on my adventures with my sponsor child, Jame, and the commune.
More than any other, this relationship fills my heart on each visit to JAME
The NGO
group has now left Jame’s village as their work has resulted in the commune
being self-sufficient with the projects created and a little assistance from
the Thai government. Kudos for their efforts. THE COMMUNE AT HOME
When I
arrived in Pattaya last March for my 3 month stay, I was wondering when I
should schedule a visit to the village. Songkran was in April and Jame’s
birthday was in May. For some reason I was not excited about the hassles of
renting a car, organizing the trip and dealing with the police toll blockades. My
ever-wise, friend Noi suggested bringing Jame to Pattaya. He told me that Jame
had never seen the ocean – in fact none of the commune had ever seen the ocean.
I immediately loved the idea with the thought that there would be little to
organize. Wrong…but that realization came after the fact. Quickly Noi
was on the phone to the commune with the idea that I would welcome 6 people to
Pattaya. Apparently they were over themselves eager to come. I knew there were
4 children in the commune and suggested that 2 adults could accompany
them. Noi asked them when it could be
arranged for them to come. “Tomorrow” was the response. They were serious but
we negotiated for the following week.
I was
beside myself with excitement. Just imaging; 6 people from a small village
visiting the city by the sea for the first time. The opportunities were far too
numerous and had to be selected carefully. I reserved a large room for them in
my apartment building just down the hall from my room. It is situated on the
edge of Sunee therefore any planning included avoiding as much of shocking
parts of Pattaya as possible. I drew up a budget which made me realize that
this could cost me more than I first thought and more than the usual visit to
the village but I was determined to give them a holiday of memories that would
last forever. First there
were several items to buy. Extra bedding, mats, pillows, soap, shampoo, stock
the refrigerator, extra plates and bowls and on and on. I bought 4 bathing
suits for the children hoping I got the sizes and style right. I also invited
Noi’s family to join the activities. His son, Neung, is the same age as Jame
and they have become very close friends from other visits to the village. Noi
arranged a bank transfer to the commune’s bank account so they would have money
for the trip to Pattaya.
They
arrived outside my apartment at 4 in the afternoon. I really have to improve my
communication skills. There was Jame and 7 adults from the commune. Eight
instead of six. I was disappointed that the other kids didn’t get to come.
However I was surprised and happy to see that Jame’s grandmother and her sister
made the trip but I wondered how these two mobility-challenged elders would
handle the planned adventures. In fact I needn’t have worried as the two seem
to revert to their childhood and kept me amused the entire time. Due to the
fact that they lived 30 minutes away, Noi decided that his family would stay in
the apartment as well. The room was large but not that large. In the end Noi,
his son, Jame, and Amm would stay in my room. Who is Amm you might ask? Soon
after the commune arrived the son of one of the commune members arrived
accompanied by their son Amm. The man and wife lived and worked in Pattaya but
their son stayed at home with the grandparents. Amm was one of the children I
had invited. IN THEIR ROOM
BOYS SLEEPING IN MY ROOM
If you’re
not keeping track of how the numbers have deviated from the original 6, here’s
a tally. Eight from the commune, 5 from Noi’s family (including Tom the
Terrible Toddler of Tepprasit), 3 from Amm’s family and myself. Total…17.
Budget shot! The commune
was exhausted from the eight hour trip from Chum Phae in the back of a
neighbour’s pick-up. Noi’s wife went to the local market for Issan food while I
introduced them to the unlimited choices of cable TV, the air conditioner, the
kitchen appliances, a farang toilet and the hot water shower. Immediately the
shower was running continuously for the next hour. I gave out some small gifts
I had including the bathing suits for the children. Because the young girl had
not come, I jokingly handed Jame the bathing suit meant for her. Rather than
rejecting it, he broke into a huge, mischievous grin I have come to love and he
began to pull on the suit. All of the built up nervousness and stress of this
new and overwhelming situation was shattered in gales of laughter. Young Jame
brought us together again.
Then Gun
arrived with a ton of food and that, with the variety of refreshments I had
stocked the refrigerator, provided the incredients for a great party punctuated
with happy conversation. Quickly I knew the budget would be relegated to
insignificance. Bedtime
came early as would morning rising because they had not yet seen the ocean. MORE TO COME IN PART 2 1:56 PM - 6/14/2009 - comments {0} - post commentJame Sees the Ocean Part 2Jame Sees The Ocean Part 2 An excited
bunch of boys woke me up at
Once the
rooms were cleaned and showers finished all thought turned to the day’s trip to
Jomtien and the ocean. Noi commandeered a songtaow for the 10 minute trip to
the beach. We didn’t go to
I had forewarned
the strolling vender who sold fresh cooked shrimp, prawns and oysters that our
group would be interested in his seafood. Several platters were spread out on
the tables. Noi distributed 100 baht to each person so they could purchase
other items from the venders.
A banana
boat ride was a must even though it was scary at first. We were there until
nearly sundown and no one seemed eager to leave.
The next
day we decided to take the ferry to Koh Larn. The night before, to spare my
budget, I mentioned to Noi that we should take as much food and drink with us
as it is quite expensive there. I packed my lunch in my bag but the instructions
did not make it to the commune. Certainly Noi made sure the whisky and soda
were there but little else. Discovering this failure of communication, I
realized I had not brought enough money with me. I gave what money I had to Noi
and left it for him to plan a strategy. The beauty
of the place, the beach and the water made any problem seen small. Sea life
mesmerized everyone but especially the boys.
A whole new world to be discovered.
One of the
most rewarding moments for me was when grandmother and sister rose from their
loungers, held hands and, fully clothed, walked slowly into the sea where they
remain for almost 2 hours.
Clever Noi
quietly came up with a wonderful solution to the money problem. He found a
small store, bought some fishing line, barbequed meat and hooks and, using
short bamboo shoots, rigged up 6 crude fishing lines. He led a contingent into
the sea near some rocks and showed the boys how to jig their lines. Excitement
echoed across the water and the first of many small fish were caught within a
minute. After an hour there were enough
fish in the plastic bag to feed the multitude. Using a couple of knifes I had
in my backpack the ladies prepared the fish while the grandmothers scowered the
shore line for savoury leaves to stuff in the fish. A fire was built among some
rocks and the fish were cooked on sticks. Sticky rice and some sauce was all that
we needed to complete the meal Again the resourcefulness of the Thai people
amazed me. The “feast” was delicious.
It was a
very contented group that rode the ferry home.
That night
the boys experienced another first. At a nearby restaurant, I showed the boys
how to play pool. The men had snuck out with Noi to a beer bar and the ladies
were engrossed in the Thai soap operas on TV. I never thought about it at the
time but no one seem to bat an eye at this old farang out in Pattaya with 3
young boys.
Other days
found us at
All the
time Jame accepted his role as entertainer. His mind works in marvellously
creative ways. I am so grateful to be able to be part of his development.
On the
fifth day a mix up in transportation back to Chum Phae cause a one day
extension which didn’t bother anyone much. Just more time to spend in the
ocean. It’s hard to say who got the most out of this adventure but I know my
heart swells every time I think of it. I can’t wait for the next time I will
get to enjoy the company of Jame and the commune.
1:56 PM - 6/14/2009 - comments {3} - post commentBirthday PartyBirthdayNothing makes me smile more than joining young Thai guys in their fun and I’m happy to pay for the experience. A few nights ago one of my Thai friends was celebrating his birthday and I was asked to come along. Many jaded individuals may suggest that, in reality, it wasn’t me but my wallet which interested him. I understand this; however, if everyone plays their expected roles, I am willing to pay. It was the birthday boy’s best friend that first reminded me that the special day was coming up. I asked what he thought the birthday boy wanted to do. Of course I got the usual answer, “Up to you”. Quickly we decided that a night out with a few of his friends would be best. I told the friend that I would give him 3000 baht and he could arrange, organize and pay for the evening. He was unsure at first but, after thinking about it, I think he was excited about that status the responsibility would bring. And I was happy not the have to worry about anything. At 1:00am, when the bars closed, those invited gathered in front of Duc’s Café Bar. Many others suspected a party was in the works and were looking for an invite. A couple of good friends of mine appeared so I asked the organizer if they could come along. He agreed and I slipped him an additional 500 baht to cover their expenses. We all jumped on a fleet of motorcycles and made our way through a sudden rainstorm up 2nd Road left on Pattaya Klang where we turned into a small soi to find a new gay disco called Dave Man Club. This is a smart looking gay disco with many handsome Coyote dancers performing around the room. The music is loud and current. Around 3:00am there’s a lip-sync show then, later, a sex show. I had brought a small cake with candles, some balloons, some glitter and a plastic tiara and wand for the birthday boy/girl – all of which created much fun and laughter. At the height of things, I counted 14 celebrants around our table.   Around 3:30am we took off to a place called TNT. It’s a small, lively, karaoke bar located one soi over from Two Guys Guest House towards 3rd Road. We were served some kind of fruit punch served in pitchers that was very tasty. We also had a half bottle of whisky left over from the disco. This was a very friendly and active place and the boys enjoyed the karaoke.  About and hour later, 8 of us made our way to a place on Soi Bongkok called Swarn (I think). It’s a series of huts over water where you can order Thai food and enjoy? more karaoke. Another bottle of whisky was ordered and some delicious food arrived. By this time the party was quite raucous and loud but a lot of fun. Once while I was dancing, I looked across the water and was surprised to see the dawn breaking. The night had passed so quickly.  By 7:00am I was tucked up in my bed with a special guy happy with the night’s events. The organizer did a great job and at no time did he come to me for additional money. That night I noticed he was at his doorman position sharing the remaining whisky with the other workers on the street. Another great time for an old 65 year old. Thank you Thailand. 10:33 PM - 5/11/2009 - comments {3} - post commentManning the BarricadesManning the BarricadesOn this deceptively quiet Sunday afternoon in May, a small band of 3 committed and 1 pseudo revolutionaries departed the hot pleasure dome by the sea and ventured into the heart of the big mango to join thousands of compatriots. Disguised as two farang tourists with their young, innocent, Thai friends from the plaza of sin, these brave men hired a taxi to carry them to the secluded meeting ground behind a particularly beautiful wat ib Bangkok. The small band was lead by the nefarious Small Family Guy (SFG) from Sattahip and the world renowned Crazy Man (CM) from the foreign land of Elizabeth. A young handsome neophyte, to be henceforth known as Khun ItchyBum and his protector, the as yet uncommitted Duck, rounded out the team. This day, which started as a benign afterthought, was to prove a test to the endurance and fortitude of these men.   Arriving at the chosen wat, The Four join the constant flow of believers through the grounds of the beautiful temple and down a dusty road to the encampment. They stopped at the first tent to doff their disguises and purchase the blood shirts and clappers that would help them assimilate into the growing throng of similarly clad brethren although it was impossible for the two farangs truly hide. Nevertheless they were heartily welcomed on all sides; hailed by the men and offered wedlock by several the women. The Four easily passed through the check point and bag search. It was at this point the farangs paused to enjoy the sight of so many handsome men in uniform only to be warned by their young compatriots that these may not be friendlies and aggressive ogling should be discouraged.  A lush green plot not too close the stage was selected by Duck much to the disappointment of SFG who desired to sit as near the booming black boxes and his talking heroes as possible. The group settled down on plastic sheets to bask in the sun, await the opening speeches, enjoy the music, acknowledge the many well-wishers and be surrounded by and ever swelling red multitude. They were so enchanted that they failed to recognize the threat of gathering clouds, distant flashes of light and the many vendors hawking umbrellas. Almost as if orchestrated by opposing powers, as soon as the first orator began to rally the crowd, the sky began to relieve itself. ItchyBum tried to accuse the leaders of another colour of using royal technology in seeding the atmosphere. Umbrellas were purchased and The Four hunkered down to wait out the 15 minute shower as proclaimed by the ever-optimistic SFG. Fifteen minutes later the heavy rain was driven sideways by a howling gale. Lightening flashed all around and crashes of thunder jolted their very souls. They huddled together while the umbrellas and plastic proved useless against such power. All around the plot of green the waters began to rise but still the multitude continued to arrive. The field soon became a slough of mud 10cms deep. And still the dedicated arrived.  After 30 minutes the storm slackened to a gentle rain and The Four began to assess the situation. The stage was in taters. A large light standard had been blown over. No piece of clothing was dry and the stalwart CM began to declare his immense displeasure at soddened blue jeans and mud-caked shoes. He immediately began to demand where in this open field he could buy a pair of pants and some flip-flops but his whining was lost in the crowds tumultuous cheers as some dignitaries forsake their vehicles and strolled, unprotected, through the masses to the stage. Both SFG and ItchyBum were inspired and nothing was going to move them from the spot. Duk took CM’s hand and began to lead him back through the throng on a desparate search for fresh clothes.  Back on the street there were no clothing shops to be seen but a small café was found that sold beer thus CM was calmed for the moment. While CM revived his courage, Duck continued the search down the soi which was packed with arriving vehicles. He managed to find a small shop where he was able to purchase flip-flops and a large pair of floral shorts. CM immediately discarded his ruined shoes but declined the gawdy shorts. Duck and CM bought some noodles, waded back through the mud and rejoined the two young zealots. They sat on wet plastic under umbrellas eating their cold noodles, drinking beer listening to soaring speeches that neither farang understood. The crowd continued to grow. All of a sudden SFG stood up and, with a manic look in his eye, declared we were to move closer to the stage. Duck tried to protest but to no avail thus the small patch of green above the sea of mud was abandoned and The Four struck out into the unknown. This decision by SFG proved the last straw for Duck. After a few minutes of trudging along behind he came to a resolute stop with mud over-topping his shoes and refused, child-like, to proceed any further. When the others came back to him, he had decided it was time for him to return to paradise by the sea and a warm shower. The others look shocked at this display of weakness as there was still 4 more hours of speeches to go. Duck invited the other to stay but he was determined. After some discussion of possibilities the four musketeers decided it was one for all and all for one and they began the slow trek back against the still arriving masses to try and find a taxi in the jammed soi. Amazingly in all these miserable conditions, the Thai people were up-beat and friendly. After seeing TV coverage of the reds, Duck had formed opinions that were certainly dispelled by the warmth of the people he met this day. In the taxi The Four all laughed over the day’s experiences and were happy to have taken part. Halfway home ItchyBum declared his damp jeans were causing posterior discomfort that required aggressive scratching. The 2 farangs were happy to oblige and thus ItchyBum received his nickname. Another unforgettable time in the Land of Smiles. 12:49 AM - 5/11/2009 - comments {0} - post commentThai Guys and the BeachI am an avid Jomtien beach person even to the point where, on very hot days, I will brave the "sparkling?" waters for a refreshing dip. I 'm usually there by 11:00am with my Bangkok Post, Ipod, books and more. I love the welcoming staff, meeting old and new farang friends, the parade of venders and the constant show the beach boys perform.I enjoy some solitude at the beach but I also love it when one of my Thai bed partners accompanies me or meets me there but this rarely happens. Of course I understand that, at my age, what young guy wants to sit with me all day at the beach. Some will do it for money but others seem to hate the beach. Those that do come to the beach often end up sleeping the majority of the time. 
Nevertheless I have found there are ways to attract boys to the beach. First I lets them know that they are always welcome to simply drop in on me while I'm there...no invite needed. I tell them they can come and eat then leave...up to them...therefore they do not feel tied to me. I provide Thai music, Thai comic books and fashion magazines for them. I tell them to bring friends if they want. On occasion I let it be known that there will be 300 Pipers on the table. Finally I have a deck of cards and a German game that the boys love. 
The game can attract a crowd of beach boys who are eager to play and bet on the game. When my reluctant money boys are there, instead of them betting, I put up 100 bhat for the winner. When the boy wants to leave, I give him taxi money and let him know how much I appreciated his company. 5:08 PM - 12/31/2008 - comments {2} - post commentWhere Are The Boys Now?I often think back fondly of the boys I have met and loved in Thailand and wondered what are they doing now. I wonder if I had any lasting effect on their lives. I wonder if they’re happy.
Tas on the left Ott on the right I first met Ott and Tas on my 2nd holiday in Pattaya in 1990. They were two inseparable street boys who survived only because they were a team. Tas was the calm, level-headed planner and Ott was the energetic, mai-bhen-rai sanook-seeker. For many years after we met and before the current instant communication of cell-phone and internet, they intuitively knew when the wheels of my jet hit the Don Muang runway. It never took longer than 24 hours for our paths to cross. I was a butterfly but they were never very far away. Ott was the cuter. There were many times when Ott and I shared a bed while Tas patiently waited by the Homex Inn pool. Sometimes we all shared the bed together. Arriving in Pattaya in 1996, only Tas was there to welcome me. Ott had found a good-paying construction job in LamChabang…found enough money to buy a motorcycle…found independence. It was obvious that Tas missed his friend. One evening Tas stood in the apartment’s doorway with a mischievous grin on his face. He stepped aside and in walked Ott…as cute as ever. To make a long explanation short, Ott slept with me that night. Why? Because Tas asked him so that Tas could ask me for a favour. Ott offered his body for his friend. Tas wanted me to pay the down payment on a motorcycle for him. Tas assured me he could manage the monthly payments, he was living free with his sister and he had a waiter’s job. How could I say no? Needless to say, Tas’ good intentions fell apart and soon he came to me for the monthly payment. I made a deal with him. I would pay the monthly fee as long as I could use the bike during the day to go to my teaching job. He could have the bike at night and on weekends. Deal!! One morning I discovered the bike missing….stolen. I freaked! I called the school to say I wouldn’t be there that day. I contacted the police. I went to see Tas to give him the bad news. As I walked through the hotel’s parking lot where he worked I saw the bike. He had come in the night, taken the bike and not returned it. I was furious but he assumed the Thai stance when faced with an irate farang which only made me more irate. I told him to keep the bike and have a good life. Good bye. Since that day I have never seen Ott or Tas. They were a major part of my early days in Pattaya and I think of them often and I miss them. What are they doing now? Chock dee peuan pom. 5:02 PM - 12/31/2008 - comments {1} - post commentIssan Dance - Mor Lam (Nov. 2007)Part 1I have been led astray and loved it. This was not a traditional Issan Dance event rather than a Rock Concert - Issan style. Starting at 7:00pm and continuing to 1:30am, the 5 or 6 bands rocked out from a very large stage, with a lot of production values before an appreciative crowd of close to 10,000. There was very little down time between bands. The venue was in the large open area on the west side of 3rd Road between Central Pattaya Road and North Pattaya Road. We arrived at 9:30pm and stayed to past closing and I was entralled the entire time. Caringly, Neung and Sang kept asking me if I was tired...if I wanted to go...at least they would ask when I took a moment to sit down or they could move me away from the front of the stage. My normal response was, "Are you kidding?" It's been a long time since I've felt like a teenager in such an uninhibited and unjudgemental enviorment. The event was very well organized and run. On arrival staff with flashlight directed our motorcycles to excellent parking (Bt20). The entrance fee was Bt100 (no farang mark up). Entering the grounds, we rented 4 plastic chairs(Bt20 each) much to my legs relief and I was please to see that most everyone had taken advantage of the chairs as well. Almost immediately we joined up with a group of boys we knew from Come-In bar and the beach. We placed our chairs so as to leave room for dancing - one for each of us and one to act as a table. Beer was about Bt30 or 35. All around the edges were venders selling drinks, food and amusements. Staff constantly patrolled through the crowd picking up the empties. There was a large mosh pit in front of the stage. I saw one small scuffle that was quickly and civilly handled by the police present. If you are an old rock&roller and like to dance, the the music and the crowd will have you up and moving with increasing enthusiasm as the evening progresses and the beer takes effect. As with all Thai life, the people encourage and enjoy the participation of the elderly farang. When ever I stood up, 5 others got up and joined me. The last band was hot! For an hour, sitting was not a lengthy option. Each song brought a huge roar from the crown as they rose as one and joined in boisterous singing. After 6 encores the entertainment ended but very few left for which I was happy. Groups sat and and enjoyed the moment almost like the calm after good sex. On the way home we stopped at a open air Thai restaurant for a meal. We all glowed in happy exhaustion. Neung and Sang came up to my room to tuck me in and we all quickly fell asleep in a mass cuddle. Sometime during the night they left me in utter contentment. An absolutely great night! Be warned...the next concert in on November 27th and the big one (WHAT???) is one December 5th. Watch out for the tall, balding farang in the mosh pitt...he gets a little carried away. Part 2 Last night was another memorable evening with the people of Thailand. Neung, Sang and I attended the Issan Concert on 3rd Road which started at 7:00pm. It was quite a different stage presentation than the last. Where as the last was individual Issan rock bands playing, tonight was more a more traditional production with hundreds of performers and dancers, on a huge multilevel stage, with a large band and lavish costumes however the entertainment value was just as high. (Sorry about the spots on some of the photos - something, probably beer, got on the lens unnoticed.) 
I felt sorry for Neung as he was a dancing fool at the last concert but because he had a wonky knee and taking meds due to a motorcycle accident, he was unable to dance much and could not drink beer. 
We were joined by the two guys from Two Guys Guest House, Cho and Stewart. Stewart had planned on staying for a short time but 4 1/2 hours later he was still there and still amazed. 
A giddy Cho was enammered by one of the star singers and he went into the mosh pitt to present her with a flower garland. 
As the beer took hold and the music's tempo increased and the crowd reacted, dancing became contagious. Some crazy farangs forgot their ages and became teenagers again. 
Not to be outdone by their seniors, Neung and Cho climb on their chairs and put on quite a performance....wonky knee and all. 
It was one great night!! I can't wait for the next one. There is one on December 5th but unfortunately I will be back in the snows of Toronto with my memories, pictures and dreams. But I'll be back in March. By the way, have I mentioned how much I've fallen for this guy. 
Neung and Sang - Thank you for all the good times. Keet tung mak mak. 4:58 PM - 12/31/2008 - comments {0} - post commentBoy, Did I Catch Shit Last Night (March 2008)A large group of Farangs and many Thai boys met at Stewart's then headed off to a great Issan Concert up 3rd road. I joined them with Neung, Sang, the family guy and Goh from the beach. Everyone was in a party mood and the beer and food flowed freely. As the music and dancing was reaching manic mode, I realized I had not brought along enough money.I quietly, unobtrusively - I thought - approached Stewart and asked to borrow Bt500 which he gave me. Later while grabbing a bite to eat at an inexpensive Thai restaurant, I was accosted by Neung, Sang and Noi. "Did you get money from Stwart?" "Did you not think to ask us?" "Are we not your friends?" "Do you think we can't help you sometime?" And on and on it went in a very serious tone. They were truly offended. I was thunderstruck. Then emotions brought a few tears to my eyes. It was true I never thought of asking them. I was locked in a mindspace where I see these boys as always without money. I realize that if they truly ARE my friends then I should be more sensitive in the way I perceive and relate to them. Lesson learned in a very dramatic moment. 4:53 PM - 12/31/2008 - comments {0} - post commentOde To A Thai GuyOde to a Thai Guy (June, 2008)His arms held me tightly. His hands gently stroked my back. His words entreated me to return soon. His eyes – is that a little extra moisture there– swore me not to forget him. And then, with a gentle touching of cheek to mine and a soft sniff, the BoyGod bade farewell. He turned and hurried down the soi not wanting to see me climb into the taxi. 
Bo came close with that constant, enigmatic smile. A boy of few words, so new to night world of Pattaya yet so eager. A tousled-hair, smooth skinned youth so young – too young – yet trusting enough to offer a lingering kiss on the lips. The driver impatiently revved the engine. 
A strong, dark hand reached out to mine. A hand connected to a tattooed arm of sculpted lean muscle and sinew. I shook Dae’s hand and thanked him for his timely, caring friendship. In stilted English he said, “You come back soon, yes?” “As soon as I can!” I replied. A smile lit his face - handsome face. I noticed his, now bare, upper lip and wondered how great a sacrifice to his virility it had been for him to shave it after so much chirilous chiding from me. A rough persona with a beautiful aura, his hand shake was warm. 
Now finally, my foundling from the street approached. Fate had brought Don and me together when, unknown at first, we both desperately needed something the other had - I in self doubt and he in medical distress. He placed his hands on my shoulders and I held his waist. His eyes met mine and he stared wordlessly, searching for some message in my face. The taxi lurched. It was time to go. 
That goodbye was 94 days ago and the scene plays out vividly in my mind as if just 94 minutes ago. And in those 94 days I have never come close to touching another person like Noi, Bo, Dae or Don. Simply there is nothing like a Thai boy. BoyGod, I hope business has been good for you and I will seek your warmth in a weeks time. Bo, you have had a birthday since I left so now our friendship can develop as far as you always wanted. Dae, the snooker table awaits and maybe this time you’ll let me win. Don, I never really got to know you well but maybe this time…. Guys……..I’m coming home!!! 4:46 PM - 12/31/2008 - comments {0} - post commentLongboat RacesLongboat Races With The Boys From JJJ’s HouseStewart, Wayne and I planned to spend an afternoon at the boat races on Map Reservoir about 20 minutes from the TwoGuys Guesthouse. We decided to invite the boys from the JJJ house to join us. Unfortunately the morning of the trip found Stewart too busy with the guesthouse to go with us but he kindly offered the Mighty Beast in his place. At noon we arrived at the house and were confronted with the arduous task of going around rousing the boys from their peaceful slumber. I was sure I knew the way but after getting lost for 15 minutes in the spaghetti sois east of Sukumvit, one of the boys finally offered to direct this helpless farang. 
Despite the confusion, lack of signage and poor advertising our band of nine boys, 2 farangs and one house-mother mamasan arrived to a well organized event along with thousands of thais and a few tourists. We found a spot near the finish line and unrolled our mats and set the ice cooler and the large bottle of 100 pipers in the middle. Wayne and I shared the costs and gave the mamasan 100 bhat per person for mixers, food and other nicknacks for the afternoon. A second big thank you goes to Stewart for throwing in a thick soft matt for the tender farang bums to sit on. Umbrellas provided shade but the breeze off the lake was refreshing. I hailed a lady selling 50 baht hats and ended up buying 5 for myself and 4 boys. We could have entered the races as a group of Frank Sinatra wannabees. 
There seemed to be 3 size classes of longboats manned by competitors from across Thailand and the surrounding countries. Two boats raced at the same time over a 500 meter straight line course and there was only a minute or two between races. Loud speakers kept the Thais informed of the participants and the progress of each race but we farangs were on our own. Other than the one in this picture, the races were usually very, very close and exciting. Wayne and I were a little disappointed that most of the competitors his their assets under long-sleeved shirts to protect themselves for the sun and perving farang eyes. 
There were several ancillary events to keep us entertained when we were tired of sitting. There were buffalo races, drum and traditional dance competitions, and about a kilometre of food stands, vendors and midway games to be found along the base of the earthen dam. 
All in all it was a fun afternoon with boys we sometimes only see in one particular way. At about 4:00pm, knowing the boys had to get back to the house to get ready for work, I asked when we should be leaving. In line with the sanook we all were having the answer I got was, “When the bottle is finished.” A big “Thank you” goes to the boys for making a couple a farangs, yet again, feel young again. 
4:38 PM - 12/31/2008 - comments {0} - post commentRoad Trip, The SequelRoad Trip, The SequelFive days before Loy Krathong, Noi, the family guy, Dae and myself were sitting at Jomtien beach discussing what to do for Loy Krathong. Noi wanted to celebrate at Jomtien, Dae at Bali Hai Pier and the 3rd option was Wat Chai. Of course they said, “Up to you.” I pondered that this evening was for family or a special friend, for hopes for the future and to strengthen bonds. Being a current butterfly, none of these reasons applied to me in Pattaya. It became clear to me where Loy Krathong should be celebrated. The next morning I reserved the Beast for three days from 2Guys and began planning the trip. I asked Noi if he wanted to go and, because the evening was for families, I, in weakness of mind, suggested that his wife and Terrible Tom might like to join us and sure, why not mama and Neung as well. No more will be said about Gun and Tom for reliving the memories would hurt. I also asked my platonic roommate, Dae the Doubtful. He was strictly a city boy, splitting his time between Bangkok and Pattaya and the thought of rural Thailand seemed more frightening to him than it is to farangs. It wasn’t until 2 hours before leaving that he decided to fill the last space in the Beast. He promptly went out and bought new white shoes and 2 outfits that would show the rural hicks he was “hi so”. The shoes weren’t white for long but he worked very hard to maintain his “hi so” and in doing so entertained all of us. 
In the 3 days we were stopped 6 times by the police. Once we gave up 100 baht because we were accused of driving in the passing lane too much. Another time Noi gave up 100 baht before the officer had time to state the crime. After Noi whispered, “Police mafia”. And once we had to follow the police to a temporary desk along the road and paid 300 baht because Dae forgot to use his seatbelt – at least here we got an official receipt. Despite the above setbacks, I enjoyed my visit with Jame and the commune immensely. The phone number we had been given had been written down wrong therefore our arrival was a surprise. Jame was at school when he saw the Beast go by and was out the door before the teacher knew he was gone. Many of the commune were harvesting rice but word spread fast that the beer truck had arrived. Jame was especially excited and begged me to take him shopping not just at the local market but in Chum Phae, a 40 minute drive away. As it turned out, 5 local villages combine for Loy Krathong with a parade to a beautiful park by a reservoir where games, food, fireworks and Issan dancing were some of the attractions. In the parade each village had a float, a loud music truck, costumed marchers/dancers and their local katoeys. Pupils from Jame’s school were part of their contingent as long as they were wearing matching, traditional Thai costumes as there was a prize for the best village entry. Jame’s couldn’t afford the costume therefore couldn’t march in the parade until I arrived. Fate can be wonderful. He was over himself with excitement. Too much writing. The following is a photo collage with short comments depicting the highlights of the trip. 1st Night Stayed at Noi's Family Home 
Bungalows near Phu Pha Man - 300 Baht/night 
View From Bungalow 
Swimming Hole 
Dae felt the water and declined. 
Bat Cave Revisited 
Dae was wonderful acting as a big brother for Neung who latched on to him the entire trip. 
The Parade 
Jame in his costume 
Loy Krathong in the park 
Still Friends "What can we do with a balloon and a lighter" 
When returning about 40 kms from Pattaya the Beast blew a tire. What a 3 Stooges act we were. A search for the tools. Where to place the jack. How to get the spare down. All these and more had Noi and me under the truck with little results. Dae the Doubter simply stood like a Merekat, head swinging from side to side searching the skys for help. Help did come from two friendly truckers who showed us that we miss one of the vital tools and they proceeded to change the tire. They refused compensation but I stuffed 200 baht into one of their pockets. All and all another great trip. 10:38 PM - 11/14/2008 - comments {0} - post commentTrip to the Sri Racha Tiger Zoo - NOT!Yesterday Neung, Sang and I took a safari to the Sri Racha Tiger Zoo. I had paid both their offs the night before so they would be bright and shiny early the next morning but they said they were so excited about the trip that they had trouble sleeping. I wish I could look like this with a lack of sleep. As I have said before they are the most fun loving couple and fun to be with.
We rode our motorbikes up Sukumwit Highway to Sri Racha to the zoo. What a ripoff. We only saw one tiger. Actually we missed the sign for the Tiger Zoo and ended up at the Khao Keeow Open Zoo. Mai bhen rai. The mix-up became a standing joke for the day. I have not been to the Tiger Zoo so I can't compare but Khao Keeow was fabulous and well worth the Bt290 for three which is one third that charged at the Tiger Zoo. 
It's situated on a huge piece of land in beautiful hilly terrain. We used our bikes to travel around the miriad of paved paths to view the animals in large open areas. There are also tour guided carts and bicycles you can use. The grounds are exceptionally well cared for and there always seemed to be a staff person nearby to answer any questions. 
There were a couple of scheduled shows during the day. We went to an entertaining bird show - no English spoken but you didn't need it. 
I think this place was government run and it certainly wasn't a rip off joint. For example, I went to a kiosk to buy 3 bottles of water and they were only Bt10 each. We ate some Thai food at one of the restaurants on the site and the price was very cheap. There are a couple of Night Safari encampments where you can spend the night in tents while listening to the sounds of the night animals. (TOQ, you can insert your comment here). 
As interesting and beautiful as the zoo was, it was the two homo sapians I was with that made my day. They are such bubbly people who are quick to show their affection for each other. I am so lucky that in my life I have been able to spend some time with them. 
 _________________ 1:03 AM - 11/1/2008 - comments {0} - post commentSnooker BoysSnooker BoysIs there a Thai boy who isn’t a master of the green velvet? It seems they carry a gene that draws them to the felt tipped sticks and the clicking orbs. Even the family-guy’s two year old Tom, the terrifying toddler of Tepprasit, is unnaturally attracted to the table. Any time Noi and I play, he has to be dragged screaming from the area by his mom.  I never had a misspent youth playing pool that starts with “P” and ends with “T” and that stands for trouble…but I digress. When I first came to Thailand I was amazed that there were tables everywhere. From ornate hotel rooms to tin covered shanties with wood slat benches and a small fridge from which drinks may be purchased. I soon realized that these rustic dens were a great cruising place where, if you sat long enough, you were eventually invited to play and you became an instant friend when you tipped the boys who always won.  The boys seemed so attractive with that sharp glint in their eyes, the focused attention, the camaraderie and the competition. But of course it was when they stretched and bent over the edge of the table to reach for a long shot, (because they were to proud to make use of the “farang hand”) that their pants became tightened across perfectly formed buns. It was then the real assets of the game became apparent to me. I was a slow learner and required many an arm wrapped around me to show me the intricacies of holding the cue. But over the years I did learn and now I can hold my own against any Thai boy. (TOQ’s comment to be inserted here)  There are several good places to play pool in the Sunee area. I really liked Come-In Bar with its small, Bt10 per game table, very reasonable drink prices and the handsome, friendly waiters. I became fond of them all and that led to me spending too much money there so I had to find a new place. You see, we don’t gamble. I put up the prize moneyfor the winner of who ever are playing. That can be anywhere from Bt20 and up. Corner Bar has a free table but the surface suffers from use. I switched to Crazy Pub with the comfortable, red seats, moderate drink prices and a great, small, Bt10 table.  My last night in Pattaya in 2007, I hosted a small party at Crazy Pub which drew many of my regular Thai pool players and several farang. All of the pictures you’re seeing come from that bar and, as you can see, a fun time can be had there. I want to thank the waiter Pan and the other staff there for helping me host the evening.     On the day I leave to return to Canada, I have a definite routine. I spend the night with my current favourite boy…this time it was Neung. In the morning the clan of Thai friends gathers and the boys sweep the apartment for all the items I can't get in my suitcase.Then we wander down the soi to invade Two Guys for breakfast. After breakfast we move my suitcases to the apartment lobby then, while waiting for the taxi to arrive, we go across the street to the pool room of the Koneig Mansion Hotel. I have written about this private, air-conditioned, Bt20 per game place before. It’s a hit with my group.  This is the last chance for the boys to get money out of me through pool and this last time was no different at first. When I judged there would be only enough time for one more game before the taxi arrived, I decided to add some excitement. The two best players were Neung and Noi so I indicated they should have the honour of the last game. Then I threw a 1000 bhat on the table as a prize. Predictably both boys gasp. Nothing near this amount had been up for grabs before. Noi immediately fell to his knees, hand pressed together before the rooms Buddhist shrine. Neung just began to shake. The excitement and tension was all I could wish for.  When the game started, I took out a slip of paper, wrote on it, folded it and handed it to Sang for safe keeping. Never had the boys taken so long over each shot. The table was circled before each stroke of the cue. I estimated about Bt20 of chalk cube was used by each boy. The game proceeded well until Neung made a fatal mistake and the 8 ball dropped before its time.  The contrast between the two boys can be imagined. Neung was dejected and angry at himself. Noi…I have never seen him jumps so high for joy. When he came over to me to claim the prize, I pointed to Sang. She took out the note and read, “Bt500 to each Neung and Noi no matter who wins.” Noi was actually pleased with this result because, as he said, he really hadn’t won but Neung had lost.  The taxi came, tearful goodbyes exchanged,  and kisses abounded and then I left with such fond memories of my snooker boys that will last me until I return in 3 – 4 months._________________ 5:03 AM - 10/31/2008 - comments {0} - post commentWho Knew ?Who knew that the great creator had duplicated the ever-handsome boydoll with the skin of satin? Nevertheless here he was, an uncanny copy being introduced to me. A twin yet, at 18, two years younger than his older brother who has becomes my favourite over the past two years.Who knew that after a wonderful day at Dongtan Beach, the SatinDoll and his ladyboy lover asked if I would consider letting this virgin of the moneyed life of Pattaya come to my room and “give me a massage all night”? I immediately accepted and foolishly neglected to ask some important questions about the background of this offer. My gawd, this clone had the same looks, the same stance, the same walk, the same speech as the original which all combine to have the same effect on me and as usual normal rational thinking was lost. Who knew why this SatinDoll II was being offered to me? Later I could think of several reasons. Because he had been visiting for several days from Bangkok and his menial labouring job and the Satin Doll and his ladyboy had some plans that didn’t include the younger brother. It could be because additional money was required to take back to mama. Maybe the boy was tired of sleeping on the hard floor and wanted to enjoy some of the relative luxury of the farang’s apartment. OR….maybe this recent 18 year old was mesmerized and attracted to the perceived excitement and riches of Sin City and the SatinDoll was quite aware that this farang was a caring and gentle man and would be respectful in teaching his brother the unique requirements of a Pattaya money-boy. I must say, the latter played heavily on my mind. Who knew what would result from the intricate dance that took place in my room after the prepatory snooker games, stroll through Walking Street and Boystown, a drink outside JimJimmyJames and a bite to eat from a noodle cart? In the room the foreplay continued with sodas, looking at trip-pictures collect on the farang’s computer, and a cleansing shower by the farang. With a Thai movie playing on the TV, the farang stripped to his boxer shorts hoping the boy would follow his lead but alas, the pants came off but the t-shirt, boxers and brief remained in place. For the farang, entering the unknown produced an intoxicating effect and he wondered at the thoughts going through the mind of this newbee. Who knew that the massage turned out to be very professional and lasted almost 2 hours? Never, during the massage did the boy straddle the farang ala the beach massage-boys but he knelt to either side. Whenever the farangs hand came close to the boy he gently caressed the oh-so smooth skin of his masseur – a touch that was never rebelled but never acknowledged. When the massage ended the farang went to the washroom to brush his teeth and prepare his body for any eventuality. On returning to the bedroom, he found the SatinDoll II tucked up tightly with the sheet pulled to his chin. The farang lifted the sheet on his side of the bed and slipped in beside the unknown. Who knew that in the morning the farang would feel so contented and satisfied? Upon enter the bed; he executed the preliminary move he had planned in the washroom? He mover close to the boy and whispered how great the massage had been and, in appreciation, he wrapped his arms around the boy and gave him a respectful but, hopefully, meaningful hug. The faring discovered his bed-mate had not lost any of his clothing and the hug was answered with only a smile. The hug was released, space was created between the two bodies, conversation was banal and the farang’s mind feverishly began assessing all the signs from the beach to now and he began to see a pattern. Later the faring decide to attempt one last ploy. He rolled and stretched and let his hand softly fall on the, now exposed, t-shirt. Fingers gently caressed the chest and nipples through the cloth hoping on hope to receive a positive response. Even though the boy did not turn away, no encouragement was forthcoming. The farang offered a last hug , sniff-kiss and said goodnight. Who knows if the farang did the right thing? Who knows? Lamont Cranston knows. 5:01 AM - 10/31/2008 - comments {1} - post commentThe BoyGod - Chapter 12Thailand never fails to surprise. What seems the status quo is suddenly thrown out the window.Last night, as has become the norm, I was having a drink outside JJJs with the SatinDoll where he works as a doorman. I had had an inexpensive day thus I was planning to off him for a shorttime (off fee Bt400 - yikes). The night was very hot and humid and the smell of storms was in the air. All of a sudden a familiar voice yelled, "Hi Duk". Out of the heat came the hottest, most handsome boy in Pattaya. The BoyGod looked wonderful and now he was sitting next to me clutching my thigh with a huge grin on his face. His hair was back to the wild, black mass with great swirls that framed he beautiful face and twinkling eyes. All of the 2 months of frustration of him of ignoring me melted away and I felt a familiar stirring. There was not one word spoken about that dark time. Then I soft hand massaged my other leg as a quiet reminder that someone special, someone loyal beyond a fault, someone who brought such joy to my life not just in bed but in much of my waking hours, was sitting next to me with a concerned look on his sweet face. There I was, the most handsome, sensual boy on one side and the most beautiful, loving boy on the other. As a butterfly this was a dream come true for me but as quickly as that thought entered my mind, it was trumped by the conviction that the SatinDoll had become more than a butterfly's desire and really there was no choice. I am thrilled to been on good terms with the BoyGod and I hope we can have many fun times together but the page has turned on any thoughts of bedding him again in the near future. We all drank together, got caught up on what's been happening and then the BoyGod went inside to "dance". I paid Neung's off and the 2 of us walked down the soi with his hand holding mine with an extra, trusting strength. The air was still humid but the threat of foul weather seemed to have passed. Stay tuned for Chapter 13. 5:00 AM - 10/31/2008 - comments {0} - post comment
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