eatdixx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- being robbed and getting angry Hola! I'm in Bangcock. It's Wednesday. The Day I Am Supposed To Be At The Retreat. But i'm not there. More on that later. The busride from Chiang Mai to Bangcock was eventful, involving random vomits in a moving toilet with no light, a diving torch strapped to my arm courtesy of some israeli [i've been talking to them, they are actually nice and not altogether rude] and falling asleep with mr page's arms around me. so nice. we took some valium and realllly chilled out. most well spent 12 hours on a bus ever. arriving in bangcock at dawn, all guesthouses are full. a little old man comes out of an alleyway on khao san road [LORD HOW I HATE THAT STREET], and says 'i have room, you need room? you come with me'. so we follow him up the alley towards a large pile of rubbish and up some creaky disintegrating stairs, into an old guesthouse, with five rooms on each level. four floors later we arrive at our designated room, he opens the door and the stench of vomit comes wafting out and joins the condensation, humidity and other lovely smells around the area. the room has a double bed, a single bed and an airconditioner, and private bathroom. i look for the source of the vomit, upon finding none and knowing that to look for somewhere else it'd be a hard slog with our backpacks ]and still being vall'd up], we decided to light some incense and grin and bear it. i haggle a quarter of the price down, and clean the sink and floor with an old towel. through it all i can't stop giggling hysterically, mr plant is one of those men that don't have to do much to make me giggle. actually he just has to stand there and say HELLO! in his Dr Who english accent, with his long curly bright red hair hanging down to his shoulder around his pointed face. we got to stay there until the next day because we arrived at dawn, but later on mr plant went to sleep with his ladyfriend, so mr page and i were left alone. *nervous* that night we're sleeping, after having a fairly quiet night, spending time talking to the ladyboys that take up the next few rooms upstairs and downstairs, helping them with their outfits and generally being me [smoking doobies]. around five in the morning, when i've gotten up and down to empty the bucket catching the drips from the airconditioner, i get woken up by an accidental elbow in the nose from mr page. i open my eyes to see a woman standing in the middle of our fucking room, with the LIGHT SWITCHED ON, door still open, just fucking standing there with a weird look on her face kinda like surprise but like she was monged out, on some kinda crazy drugs - saying 'I SORRY, I SORRY, I THOUGHT MY FRIENDS ROOM, I THOUGHT MY FRIENDS ROOM, I GO, I SORRY'. i get up as she walks out the door and check our bags, wallet still there, my purse is hidden away fine, passports intact etc, and we go back to sleep just thinking she was some freak. the next morning my towel is missing from outside where it was hanging, and we're both feeling like we've got the flu from the aircon, the noise on the street has kept us awake all night, we're in a shit hole of a place and i feel sick, and then we realise that there's 4000 baht missing from mr page's wallet. FUCKING HELL!! THE FUCKING SLUT!!! i knock on the ladyboys room next door and one of them opens it, and i check their faces to see if the woman is in the room. not there. but they tell me that they were also robbed, and speak to me in english, and are very nice. particularly an authentic thai girl is nice to me, and i feel that she is being genuine. so i describe the woman i remember coming in very well, large blonde streak in her fringe, spikey short messy hair, a face like a gremlin, red shirt, blue jeans, five foot four approx., and she says she knows who she is, and that i should come back later on that night and she'll point her out to me, when she's working the streets, after this slut apparently does her ping pong show. so my nice ladyboy and i shake hands and agree to fuck the woman up later on if we find her, and i'm all red and angry inside and i'm freaking out that mr page is secretly doubting my innocence, after all we don't know each other very well, and nothing of mine is missing. but apparently the thought doesn't even enter his head, because he doesn't change how he is with me, in fact he's very kind and calm [HE'S SOOOO MUCH LIKE SIMON IT'S NOT FUNNY.] and he says maybe we should let it go. i don't want to let it go, i want to find the bitch and smash her face against the wall a few times, i'm angry that she's invaded our personal space, I MEAN SHE CAME INTO OUR FUCKING ROOM AND TURNED ON THE LIGHT FOR SHITS SAKE. INSANE!!! AND ROBBED US BLIND! anyway i decide to get out of bangcock for the day and take him to Kanary House, where we meet up with Kimmy on Keyz, have dinner together in her lovely restaurant, and swim in the pool together. Orsum. We go back to the Cock later on, and take to the streets to check for our DEADMEAT if i see her BITCHFACE robber. drinking beer sitting in the gutter from 12am - 3am, the ladyboys show us the girl they think did it, and it's not her. meanwhile i get the distinct feeling that they're fucking with us, they're lying about it all, but i still know that it wasn't one of them, but i think it maybe their buddy, or something, yunno? there was just a really dodgy dodgy feeling going around, made me feel quite icky. gave me the heebie geebies. anyway. i tell her no, not her. and she says MAYBE SHE DON'T COME HERE TONIGHT, BECAUSE SHE HAVE MONEY NOW, SHE DON'T NEED TO WORK, YOU KNOW? i tell her thank you and thank you for your help and you're probly right all the while thinking TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW, YOU WHOREBAG SLUT. but i didn't say anything. mr page and i gave up, and went back to our new room in a nicer, cleaner, quiet place, quite disappointed. 'It would have been nice to be able to use some aggression for a decent justifiable reason, yunno? I was really looking forward to hurting her', i say to him. He nods. Sigh. Anyway! We've had the most awesome last two days and night, we made a new Thai friend called Non yesterday when we went to visit Kimmy on Keyz at her school, and swam in her pool, so the five of us headed out, Mr Plant, Mr Page, Johnny Bonham [i tell you it's zeppelin reincarnate] and Non. Three Buckets of Sangsong whiskey and drinking games later, Mr Page and i are having an epic pash in a garden after days of tension and just pretending we don't like each other during the day and cuddling at night [no secks, i'm not a slut, yo] we run out into khao san road and buy some helium balloons, as we're all talking in our silly voices we make friends with a local girl [hooker] who takes us up this alley to this apparent POOL. holy fuck! you lift up a curtain, and there's a massive party around a pool with everyone swimming in their clothes and drinking. it's insane. we pay a dollar and jump straight in, and spend the next three hours trying to do a triangle with mr plant on the bottom, page on his shoulders in the middle, me on top of his. we keep getting interference and i start fights with some assholes and my strength in the pool is almost equal to theirs so with a bit of agility from the help of the whiskey, i manage to really have a go. it was great. then, i put a lady on my shoulders, and mr page put me on his, and we all rose up out of the water perfectly balanced, IT WORKED!!! AFTER SO MANY GOES, it was great!!! hoorahh!!! our pruney pruney hands and the amount of chlorine, the idea of a doobie pulled us away after getting out no less than eight times and pushing each other back in, we finally walked down to our hotel dripping everywhere. earlier at our hotel we'd tried to take Non up to our room to listen to some music while we changed and he wasn't allowed. he had to sit outside. gradually, when they couldn't give me an answer about why exactly our friend isn't allowed into the room, i got really fucking upset and told them to call the police, bring it on, fucken do it, we're taking him up there and that's final, it's our room, we've paid for it, but i saw that i was embarrassing Non, he wanted no fuss. Mr Page and i took turns waiting with Non while the other showered. So upon returning we thought we'd try again, seeing how it was four a.m., and Mr Plant walked up to the desk and SOMEHOW convinced them to let us take him up there! for five minutes only, but still. they come knocking on the door after twenty minutes, and demand he come out. He's under the fucking desk in the room, and i'm pulling him out saying it's ok non, it's ok, we won't let anything happen, and tell her to piss off. she goes away and we get dressed and come down before she can come back with security. mr page asked me to go to Kho Phanyang with him tomorrow, i thought about it all night, and yes i would rather LIVE and be sad later, then NOT LIVE and NOT KNOW. yunno? i don't know. but, i'm really enjoying spending time with him and i love sleeping next to him, he makes me laugh and feel calm, he's a great travelling companion. we look after each other. HE'S 19. anyway.... so tomorrow afternoon we catch the bus there. and that's all i have to say about that. 7:22 p.m. - 2004-08-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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