Part 2...
The Burmese guy and I went up Soi Twilight. We were assailed by the touts, and ended up going to BBB Bar, where we were assured that the second show would be starting "soon".
We went in and sat down in the first row. Once he was actually in the bar the Burmese guy cheered up a bit. When the drinks arrived he clinked glasses with me and started pointing out guys he knew among the gogo dancers.
One guy in particular stood out. He was a rather tall and well built guy with a couple of tattoos, a shaved head, a taut body and a rather fierce looking expression.
Burmese guy informed me that the guy had once worked in the Tawan bar but had moved to BBB a year or so ago.
"Why did he move?" , i asked.
"In Tawan bar have many big buys and he offed only two or three nights a week. But in this bar he stand out! He offed nearly every night a week!"
"Sounds a good business decision!" I replied.
"You like him?" Burmese guy enquired with a slightly crafty expression.
"He is nice but...he looks a bit angry!"
"He good boy..he very good heart!" replied Burmese guy, a bit defensive on his part.
"He good to customer...he tell other boy to be good to customer, because it important to make customer happy.Good for business!"
A rather MBA-style attitude i thought for a bar-boy, but admirable all the same, of course.
The guy had got to the front of us now in the line-up. When he saw Burmese guy his previous rather surly face lit up with a big, genuine smile. He came down off the stage to shake hands . When Burmese guy introduced me I got a big smile and a vigorous handshake too. He spent a lot of the rest of his time on the stage smiling and winking at me.
The Burmese guy went back to singing his praises after he left. "He very good to customer...." Burmese guy then leaned into me conspiratorially: "He suck customers cock without a condom!"
This information was relayed with a rather wide-eyed expression as if it was an unbelievably rare sexual technique. It was then I remembered that Burmese guy had got me to wear a condom for oral sex the previous time we had been together, which is unusual, even for Tawan boys.
Then the Show started. There was the usual stuff in it...Trannies with big cocks, a scene where boys with luminous body paint writhed around. I have to say whoever does the body painting is pretty artistic.
It tended with a "special show" where the protagonists went around the laps of the audience. Quite amusing but rather ghastly at the same time.
Eventually the show ended and we made our exit.
We strolled up Silom. I asked Burmese guy if he wanted any food. He didn't, in fact he seemed to be anxious to get to the hotel to get down to business - I wondered did he have a busy schedule for later on in the night.
Suddenly we came upon a farang guy sitting on the ground begging. He looked pretty rough and i was a bit taken aback. As we passed I couldnt help staring at him - he looked as if he was off his head on drugs.Burmese guy stopped in front of him. Then he looked at me "Maybe you have 20 baht?" he asked, and nodded at the farang.
I was a bit surprised that Burmese guy seemed to care. Perhaps he thought farang should be helping farang? I gave the farang beggar 40 baht I think. He mumbled something about not having the money to get home and his embassy not helping him. I nodded but i wasn't really listening - I knew from looking at him that any money he got would go to buying ya-ba or heroin, if not methylated spirits.
As we continued i said to Burmese guy "I think he will use my money to buy drugs".
"Not drugs - whiskey" he answered. "His problem whiskey".
"Do you know him, then?", I asked, surprised.
"Oh yes, - he beg there often. I know him. I met his wife - he has a Thai wife."
"Jesus, she picked the short straw in the farang husband distribution" I thought to myself.
"And he have children - two or three" said Burmese guy.
"Oh God, the poor bastards." I said.
WE reached the hotel in a somewhat subdued mood, as you can imagine. I was trying to envisage a happy outcome for the luk krung unfortunates - perhaps their farang grandparents had taken them off to live in Farangland, away from their waster father?
The Burmese guy and I went in to the Tarntawan. The Boys In Brown sitting in the lobby got a cheerful salutation, which they returned, with a smile of recognition i thought. The staff were all well known too, obviously.
The ID proffered was an international driving license, which seemed acceptable.
Up the lift and into the room.
To be continued...
(I hope colmx isn't too tantalised - will finish it tomorrow, I promise)
