My resignation as a farang boyfriend

It is early morning and I`m on the local bus from the Suvarnibhumi New Airport to Pattaya. I was supposed to be on the back of Nik`s scooter heading for downtown Bangkok.

Nik is Mag`s younger brother who she send to the airport, not to pick me up and bring me to her appartment as she had told me on MSN, no he was there to inform me I had been fired as a farang boyfriend to his elder sister!!! "She have English Tilak now", as he dutifully told me.

Haaa, I was madly in love with her last year, long and tenderly hot hours together walking the raucous streets of nighttime Pattaya, eating at street food stalls while losing myself in her beautifully brown eyes, the magnificence of her open oriental face, waking up in the morning and feeling the warmth of her light brown colored body next to mine after a night´s out at one of the many discos on Walking Street. I still remember how she told me `me phone boss in Bagkok, me sick this week, stay with you all week` after our first night together. She was in my mind, in my very essence all summer while waiting anxiously to return to Krung Thep - as the Thais call Bangkok.

I`ve plenty of experience with the fickleness of Thai ladies. I know of no nation on Mother Earth where the locals are so much in love with FUN, where people love to live life to the MAX, no thoughts for tomorrow when you can have fun today. Why wait for a crazy Dutch farang boyfriend when the city is full with blue eyes males.

Anyway honesty forces me to say that I`ve not exactly been loyal to her during these long months apart. I`ve accepted my resignation as a farang boyfriend with the same quiet acceptance the Thai use to accept bad luck.

Outside the long rows of appartment buildings glide by, the bus assitent told me they house airport staff. They all look alike, similar in size and height, laundry hanging from balconeys giving the dull grey colored concrete monsters at least some colors. I see dogs scratching their behinds and slim cats staring back at me with the feline eyes of any hunter. I see old women washing a small babyboy in an abandoned oil drum, families having breakfast together in the cool of early morning.

Everything looking RIAP ROY, the Thai word for orderly!!! The sort of orderly society the Thais are so good at. But beware... underneath all this easy go happy, the big smile and their so-called riap roy society is a strong and unbeatable Asian soul, so alien to the Western mind it might as well come from another planet, another universe.

My english lagerlout "friends" are also on the bus - no big surprise there - drinking green colored cans of Chang despite the still early hour, loudly expressing their pathetic need for cheap Thai working girls, infantile behaviour brought about by a certain cultural collision.

written by  heraclio on April 3, 2009 from Bangkok, Thailand
from the travel blog: Farang Chronicles.
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