Fili’s world

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Sitting down at some authentic Thai dirthouse down the Khaosan Road I was trying to get wasted. It’s not a hard thing to do lately, since I now semiknow how my body works and how much alcohol should be perfectly blended into my blood vain to produce the exact saught sensation. I’ve found that a big Singha along with a very spicy meal does good things to the soul. New day tomorrow… And it’s Bangkok…

Sunday morning. Everything should be closed, but there’s a big Weekend Market that should be going on somewhere in town. I go down to the local convenience store to get something to drink where I meet an early-waker young true-sensational German-beauty - Jasmine (Wish I had a picture - long full black hair, full lips, big chest, earring inside mouth on upper teeth, sweetest smell) . Not that I really cared about it that moment, but I asked her if she knew how to get to the market place to which she replied, heavenly, that her femalefriend Yanna and her are just on the way there and that I should come along. I’m in bliss. Going to the market alone, being the walkthrough-everything-notice-nothing typical male that I am, is just plain, but this - this was so much better.

I tag along. Riding the fan bus with all the locals, watching the big Thai city and then getting to this huge market place. It’s even bigger than the Sunday Market I saw up in ChangMai. But once you hit a certain size, I don’t think it matters - you can just walk in there for days and like the Harrods legend in London - you can find just about anything. Tiny narrow corridors full with the strangest merchandise, exotic smell. Truly, if someone was to just walk around there then he’s bound to find some neat stuff. But, hmm… Guess I wasn’t that interested, I had something better to do, watching Jas try everything on. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed shopping with someone this much, I knew I could do this a very long time.

Around mid-day, we sat down at some small drink place and chatted about, and that’s where we’ve met half-British half-Australian Andrew. He was a friendly outgoing nice guy that could go talking about anything for ever in a somewhat ironic yet naive way. Unusual for me, I liked him instantly. So he joined up our little group and showed us the neat places around the market - the animals/pets section, the woodwork, the foodcourt.
Sitting down to Lunch finally came in a question that seemed to bother Jas for a while. She was asking me what I think of Germany and “the Germans”. A sensitive question, no doubt, and at first I didn’t want to make too much of it so I just replied “Beautiful Country” (to which Andrew exclaimed - “perfect answer”). Yet, I was intrigued by the question, especially after getting some emails about how people experienced Yom Hashua. So, after she asked again, I did some thinking and started wondering outloud what it means for me. It was wierd, since this was always somewhat of a dilemma when hanging around with Germans, or more to the point - German girls. For some reason this question represented something that was worth examining. Honestly, I don’t remember what I said, which is something for Freudians to work on, but after I was done I could sense trouble - it wasn’t what the German girls were hoping for, yet Andrew seemed pleased and amused. My question about the way she felt about Israelis, or what she felt about what I just said was just thrown aside with a shrugged “Feel nothing, it’s like everything else”. At that moment I felt my one true German love escape me.

Hours went by, things were coming to an end and we all headed back home. Sadly, I parted from the female perfection, and went back to my room. It turned out that Andrew and myself were at the same guesthouse so we set to meet on the roof for a swim. Chilling out in the pool, then having a great Indian cuisine dinner - we had a great time chatting and relaxing together.

Night came. After a long day’s walk in the market I was feeling like something passive, so we headed to Siam Center/MBK to check out the movies. I’ve been to Cinemas around the world and I’m somewhat of a cinema fanatic, lemme tell you… you haven’t experienced cinema till you’ve seen the Super-duper-deluxe-supreme-extra-plus-plus-high-VIP 600baht seats they have here. Not intentionally, but maybe subconsciously, I choose to see ‘Kingdom of Heaven’ which turned out to be about the conquest of the Holy Jerusalem. A mega-epic, gladiator-lordoftherings fighting scenes, outstanding sound. We had Big drinks in the lobby, got a pillow, a blanket and socks on sat a huge comfy massage chair. We were overwhelmed with the ultra-dolby-prologic-surround-digital-5on1-whatever sound and the huge screen. I need to buy me one of these.

It was near midnight and businessman Andrew wanted to head to Patpong to buy something he saw some days before. I’ve heard of Patpong, one of the redlight district of Bangkok with the Pingpong sexshows and the countless hookers, Pattaya like. It took some convincing, but we got there, bought a few stuff on the street, made some deals with the locals and then headed to have a beer in one of the clubs. I could write books about the ’short’ time I spent in there, but all I’ll say is that I had a good laugh. After we were totally pissed, we finished off on a lousy massage (that might have turned out to be good, if we were to want some Relaxation).

Long day, heck of a time. Wish all days were like that.