One night in Bangkok neighborhood whores

For: Miquel Silvestre (text and photos)
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I am a traveler vague. I can hardly sightseeing. I'd rather stay in and watch sites. This eight-lane Rama IV and my street is. To cross it you have to climb a pedestrian overpass. From here you can see the skyline of the city's business. Under your stairs bustles of daily life and street food stalls thousand. Bangkok is a city of food, everywhere, on any corner is a booth where they sell fruit, coffee, sweet, snacks, sausage, rice, more fruit, more coffee, sweeter, more snacks, more sausages and rice. The street life orbits around food. In the morning I will run the park and I agree with doing tai chi thousand elderly, return, buy cheap and delicious natural fruit and eating and return to the hotel soaked with sweat. At night, I go to the tavern done appeared on the first day, bebo cerveza, as fish and watch life as I write in my notebook. Life passes slowly and simultaneously to all milk.

Bebo cerveza, as fish and watch life as I write in my notebook. Life passes slowly and simultaneously to all milk

After a couple of calls and messages, Lisa and Simon Thomas left me at the memorial park Lumphini. Come to apply for a visa to Australia twelve months. It is not easy to obtain, they are older and do not want old authorities in that country. Have turned to friends. Sympathetic, kind, English. They ten years in this business of travel by motorcycle. We make some pictures and we will take some. We walked into a Japanese restaurant. We were lucky. It's good. Then check it out that not all are. They ask for food in Thai. You have learned some words and phrases. They have a great ear for languages ​​and accents. Especially Simon. Perfectly mimics the Indians and their banal questions about the price of the bike. Passed 4 months there and India are part of the club (I Never Do It Again).

The girls dutifully waiting at the door of the gambling dens. When they see a group of Japanese appear, jump as springs

One night I decide to go to Pat Pong, the street hookers and strip clubs. There is much much Japanese restaurant and Japanese client and much Japanese money. The girls dutifully waiting at the door of the gambling dens. When they see a group of Japanese appear, jump as springs and teach them a gallery catalogs plasticized terrible doll faces smeared with makeup and Photoshop. There are also some guys who should exercise delegated pimps, but do not see much squalor and danger. It seems superficial and ridiculous game. I park the bike and I'm watching. Nobody makes me a damn. I'm not Japanese. I do not count. I almost get the impression of being invisible. Expected a constant barrage of innuendo but leave me alone.

Better this way. The issue of the whores I always inhibited. I have never been whores although I have visited many brothels night of drinks. They are usually the last to close in specific towns. But never paid for follar. I could tell that is dignity, but I think it's more embarrassed. You do not judge those who do. I have found that many of my friends are johns. Great people who sees it as an entertainment, one more way to have a good time. To me the whole thing scares me.

I remember the night I spent in Harare, capital of Zimbabwe. I stayed at the Fife Avenue which was a miserable office puticlú where prostituted themselves for fifty dollars. It is told in a million stones and me is one of the most poignant chapters. Un Pakistani ofreció me a Melinda, the most attractive of all local. Although attempting to, could never have come up with that woman look prematurely hardened heart glacial. But for some reason, his eyes and his name is never forgotten me. By including in the book that somehow I think for me I saved in part the dignity that was striving to maintain and that at this point may already be diluted in the sewer of that terrible African city.

Un Pakistani ofreció me a Melinda, the most attractive of all local. Although attempting to, could never have come up with that woman

That layer of indifference from all I can prostitute. My vanity can not bear to not fall in love with me. I need to believe that I want, that women at that time with me just wants to be with me at the time, but am sleeping with my best friend. But here and now I need to know that only you and me. And that does not happen with the whores. Anyone of you who like da. Better that, who speaks less and does not complicate life. It is best to resolve the matter as soon as possible. Crowd, pay and go. That's a good customer. This is the business. But I can not do that. Neither in Russia, or Madrid, And ni Zimbabwe, and I see, not in Thailand, for many ping pong balls I throw.

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