It was one of those weekends where Bangkok really dragged me down.
I had a mate in town and we hit the plaza on Saturday night. Spellbound had it’s one year anniversary party and after a couple of warm up beers on the soi we stopped for a quick one outside PlaySkool before heading into SB. A good crowd, and my regular girl finds me within 5 minutes and I buy her a drink. At some stage she disappears and wai’s me as she is sitting with another guy. No problems, it’s part of the drill. I catch up with another girl I have not seen for a long time as she hands me some lame story about her absence from the bar which I don’t believe.
Then we hit a ladyboy bar and no, I had no intention of transacting any business that night, just wanted to show my pal the dark side. I dragged a cutie off stage for some liquid refreshments and experienced first hand what skilled practitioners they can be with their hands – whilst sitting next to me, she managed to get my wallet out of my front pocket and extract all the cash save for a single 500B note, and I didn’t feel a thing. When I went to pay the bill, I couldn’t feel the wallet (I hate that sinking feeling when that happens!) and knew immediately what had happened. Luckily it was on the seat next to me, she didn’t have time to hand it to any of her pals. Cash is replaceable, but losing my passport or cards would have been a nightmare. I had to send my mate to the ATM to get more cash so we could pay the bill (which was only 1K). While it didn’t ruin the night it sure put a dampener on things.
The tout factor seems to have increased on the soi. A quiet beer now includes deflecting the throngs of watch sellers, wooden frogs and silly hat ladies, and my favorite, the girls who shove those little booklets wanting you to donate and write your name. Like I don’t know where that money ends up – in her bloody pocket!
Yesterday I had to organize a taxi from soi 8 out to Ratchada. I get him down from 150 to 100 and the bastard won’t stop talking the whole way. Trying to take us to ladies everywhere. I pay, you drive it’s that fucking simple. Traffic is bad, he wants more money. Tells me how cheap cabs are in Thailand vs Australia. Finally we reach our destination and I shove him 120B. Happy New Year boss!
I sort out some cheap accommodation for my mate and wander home grabbing some food items from the supermarket. I’d like to buy a bottle of wine but can’t as it’s only 4.30 pm. Sigh.