The boy will eagerly nod agreement and the Farang has struck it lucky for about £8, or a week’s work for the average field labourer in Thailand. Both parties are content.

Hey, this is good reading, folks:

http://www.sawatdee-gay-thailand.com/forum/weblog.php?w=17

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He was number 10. His name was Pan. I had said to the guardian of the door, a big handsome Thai, very dark, with dangerous eyes and a wide powerful mouth: “Tomorrow, at nine, I will come for number 10.” Phal had not seen this conversation, I hoped.

Phal had two jobs. He worked from nine in the morning until two in the afternoon in the Pizzahut. At four in the afternoon he went to the coffee shop where I had met him and worked through until midnight. He earned enough baht to save money to get back to university (he said) and to pay for his food and room, a room I was not allowed to see, which he shared with a friend. I planned to see Pan whilst Phal worked - for I am an old Falang, a bad Falang, a hungry Falang with butterfly wings and very little time to drink at the nectar that paradise-flows in Thailand. For ‘the bird of time has a little way to fly, and it is already on the wing’, or something like that.

I had two hotels. The one on the cliff, the expensive one, the package holiday one with a sea view and bright décor, swimming pool, gardens, restaurants. The second hotel was in the centre of Pattaya and cost just 450 baht for a kingsize bedded room, complete with shower, toilet, fridge and air conditioning – just about eight pounds, just about twelve dollars. If ever I felt tired in town I had a bed to sleep on; if hot, running around town, an air conditioned cave; if thirsty a fridge I had stocked with my own drinks; and if I needed a room for a short-time liaison… it was there, at no extra charge. Phal knew. We had triumphant sex in the shower one hot afternoon. ...

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