17 October 2005

Thai Enlightenment Tour, Day 2

Well, after my update last night, my Enlightenment tour took me to the veranda of the hostel where I shot the shit with a dude from India for like an hour and got sort of drunk. I didn't intend to, really (get sort of drunk that is), but rum and coke is right in all the, you know, right ways. So the dude from India asked me if I was an "expat" or a "sexpat" in relation to my purposes here in this dizzying, kinetic city. I quickly answered that I wasn't interested in the sex (except in the confines of a loving, monogamous, you know, long-term relationship). He said that was good. Look but don't get involved.

I went to bed sort of worried about all of that, what with this being the sex capital of Southeast Asia or whatever. What, I thought, will become of me amid all this sin and sadness?

When I awoke, a little hung-over and an hour early (I figured out about four hours into the day that Bangkok is actaully two hours behind Japan right now), I was in this huge weekend market, looking for the snakes. I didn't find any snakes, but I did find some very kind, though depressed squirrels. The market was nice and all, but not nearly as cheap as I thought it was going to be. I didn't buy anything except food (green curry says to Stephen, Eat me and be enlightened). I like Thai food as it is cheap and hot. Come to think of it, that's the way I like my ofuro too.

I took a nap in the park then decided to head down to like the Times Square of Bangkok sure to encounter herds of prostitutes there. Rather, I found ice cream--ice cream and one of the biggest malls I have ever been to in my whole life. I decided to see a movie too (a Thai movie keeping with the whole, you know, enlightenment thing). The movie was really good. Really, really good, but it got out late and I was all worried that I was going to miss the last train as I had to transfer at a place I hadn't transfered at. Regardless, I got home safetly and am avoiding drinking the rum and coke in favor of going to bed soon.

Also, I've got a lot to say about globalism and the effect it has on countries like our dear Thailand, but I don't think I'm ready to elaborate just yet. Maybe after I, you know, think it over a little (I almost used the dreaded "process it" wording). But I will say this: fat, ugly American men are free to find gorgeous, lively Thai women to hold their hands and flirt with them in public. Asshats, I say. The both of them.

But no prostitution to speak of so far. No men dressed as women (okay, I saw one). I guess if you aren't looking for it, you don't have to deal with it. We can all eat at Burger King and forget that there are children in slavery here--now wait, I said I wouldn't get into my globalism rant tonight.

I miss Yoko almost as much as I miss Tom.
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