Lusting For Bangkok~Email 16 to Home~

From: cindy
Date: May 31, 2007 8:14:06 AM PDT
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Subject: Good to Be Home...

Sawhatdee Kha Everybody!

Back in stinky Bangkok,seems good to me.Best room yet at the Plaza for 2 nights.One and one half actually...May or may not email tomorrow.Expensive 'net access here.
Woke up with too many bug bites,and I'd drank and chain smoked with Marsha and her boyfriend Jimmy for hours in a pub.They pointed out where the 'Good' rock band would be playing.So I went back to my B and B redid my hair,got dressed up and went there.Sat with 2 Swedish kids from my B and B.
The band,oh my,lead guitarist,rock god,hair past his butt,blowing in a fan,singing lead like a jukebox recording.Perfect imitations of Scorps,Metallica,Bon Jovi, Guns and Roses.I could go on...Rippling muscles,perfect smile,totally Thai...sweet!Went home with the Swedes at closing,and got chocolate bars at 7-11.
Felt alcohol dried out this morning along with hot.Done!I says to myself.Get me the shuttle!Book new room!The shuttle guy,it's an airconditioned mini bus,drove like Mach 4,and I thought I like this guy!It's early enough to go out,but I'll just drink a couple of singhas from bar fridge.No more expensive than store per single.
I feel alot better here,Hua Hin was too....slooow and hot!Thats why you end up sucking back so much booze!
Well Gotta Go!

Bryce I love You XOXOX

Love You All
Cindy

...and an added memory of the night b4...

On the way from John's Bed & Breakfast (still half-pissed from hangin' with Jimmy & Marsha) and on my way to find the 'Rock'N'Roll' bar.I teeter around the wrong corner into 5 prostitutes lounging around a card table waiting for business.They are all polished -up,starved,with thick blue florescent eyeshadow and red,cherry red lips!

"Hallo Madame!" they all chime with big white tooth smiles.They jump up from their chairs and start to make me offers:

"You like massage?You want to play?You want a boy?She IS a boy!Hahahahaha...."
So remember,I'm still 'piddley' from my afternoon with J & M.I'm not phased by this at all:

"Hello Ladiesss!Where is the Rock'n'Roll Bannnd?"And I add Eddie Van Halen air guitar motions to my question.(Insert your own Bill & Teds' Excellent Adventure soundbite here)They all start waving to their right indicating one more block over.

"Thank-you ladiessss,Khap kun khaaaaa!" I chime matching their singsong greeting."Byeee!"
"Byeeee!" they sing and I continue on my way to the bar one turn later.

And that ladies and gentlemen is my one and only brush with Thailands' underbelly.Guess I'm kinda like Steve Martin in "the Idiot".Or rather Bill Murray in "The Man Who Knew Too Little".Regardless,it brings to mind the old saying...Ignorance is Bliss"

Go get that adventure y'all,Love Cin

~Lusting For Bangkok~ Email 17 to Home~ the Last~
From: cindy <----------------@-------------->
Date: June 1, 2007 12:29:18 AM PDT
To:---------------------------
Subject: Pack,Drink,Fly

Sawhatdee Kaa!
Got email from Stew*,says batten down the hatches due to political unrest.Can't say if I'll see him again on this trip,but it's cool I guess.Don't worry.Gonna pack and get ready now.
I'm ready to come home :)

Love Cindy XOXOX
PS Bryce..Pick up your clothes and stuff,I LOVE YOU!!!!!!

...This is the last of the emails home.But there's a couple more stories.The most interesting one memory to me(besides Stew* of course) is when I followed Yogi,the fortune teller down an alley off Khaosan Rd.All 6' 3" of him,approximately 300 pounds.And me 5' 2",120 lbs...Don't worry!It was all safe.
Maybe next time...haha!

~Lusting 4 Bangkok~What Denise* Sent Me
RE: Gonna Take a Freight Train....‏
From: Kim
Sent: May 27, 2007 1:48:31 PM
To:



Here's the lyrics you wanted sister, go girlfriend go!!! love ya!

Zombie - The Cranberries
Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou

Another mother's breakin',
Heart is taking over.
When the vi'lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a



she sent this so long ago,thanx Denise*.I have no good stories today.

Sing the blues and the sad songs if you have to y'all.Red heart

~Lusting~4~Bangkok~Yogi, One Piece at a Time.
"Yogi" the Fortune Teller took me down an alley,which of course I didn't recognize cuz it was daytime.Until he sat me down on the front steps of 'The Cave' nightclub.That must be his 'address'.The place with the rock-climbing wall,and the band that played "Zombie".And lets not forget the harem of Coyote Dancers.And their phone numbers;)
I still have every piece of paper he wrote upon,including one with a prayer instruction.
He scribbles on a piece of paper.Then has me clutch the paper,crumpled in my right hand,for the rest of my fortune.
I'm sure had you stayed in touch you could have explained the con step by step.(Like the seafood restaurant 'kilo' warning)But you weren't so I prefer to believe everything he said.Something he told me about my job was absolutely correct,right down to the persons name.He's going to be angry with me,I've told too much already.So I'll stop there.
Ooh!His daughter has my ring-watch!

~Lusting For Bangkok~Another Piece of the Yogi~

"Madame,you have Holy eyes and the face of a queen.Tell your fortune?"

It is the Yogi,and his voice sounds perfectly like John Rhys-Davies as 'Sallah' in Raiders of the Lost Ark:

"Indie!You have no time!If you want the Ark,it is being loaded onto a truck for Cairo."

Good line,I think.Of course I have 'Holy' eyes,I been cryin' since Stew* left,but I didn't think anyone could tell with the way I did my make-up.The face of a queen,well,heh-heh.I like the new nose too;)But I continue walking,only glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.I read about 'fortune teller' con artists in Bangkok on the 'net.

"Madame,I will tell you your Mother's name."

That's definetly all over the 'net,marking him as a con man.He's getting closer,then urgently touches my arm.

"Madame,I can tell you how you lost him.And maybe,only maybe tell you how to get him back."I stop walking and look him dead in the eye.He smiles broadly and bubbles on,

"You are very lucky lady!I tell you your Mother's name!I will tell you his name!Come!This way,come-come!"

Uh-oh,he's heading for a side-passage or alley.I stop walking.

"It's alright!"he beams brightly."I will tell your fortune!I will tell your Mother's name!"and in a softer tone,"I know you are sad,Shiva tells me."

This is what goes through my head:

One.I have no cell-phone.

Two.I never told the hotel staff where I was going,much less to KhaoSan Road.

Three.He definitly out-weighes me by 200 pounds.

Four.I'm weak as a kitten in the Bangkok heat,and spiritually beaten.

Five...."maybe,only maybe tell you how to get him back."

I've lost everything I came for,so I've got nothing to lose.

Did I follow him?You bet your ass I did.

Until next time Y'All.

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And that dedicated reader,is the end of the trip.

So...smoke 'em if ya' got 'em boys,but this time make it shishah, in your hookah pipe.
~Love Jalene Rose~

****Lusting for Bangkok****dedicated to the Muse.