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Hello good people. I hope you are all well!
I was wracking my brain to think of a way to keep people updated as to what I am up to as repeating the same thing over and over on facebook is not ideal so huzzah, this travel blog was born!
Firstly things to say that though the flight was comfortable, it was long, and by the time i arrived in Bangkok I was gasping for a ciggie. Despite this I was bundled into a taxi by a crazy local and my heart sank as I hadnt had time for a chheky banger. Then we hit the road to Pattaya. He spoke very little English but he could read minds, leaning over and handing me a ciggie and a lighter, I can honestly say I nearly cried. We both had a good toot and the 2 hor drive o Pattaya was a breeze after that.
Arriving in Pattaya I didnt know what to expect, only I had heard that it was the sex tourism capital of Thailand, and as we turned into the street where my hotel is, Soi 8, boy are they not wrong. There were Thai women banging on the windows and even some Thai not-so-women screaming as we drove down. I wondered what I had let myself in for. This culminated in me accidentally stabbing a ladyboy with a lit bifta in the hand as I attempted to walk down the street later that evening for a beer as "it" literally grabbed me exclaiming love for my chiselled good looks. (They are only human I suppose!) I apologised and shuffled off sheepishly, escaping the next glut of Thai women as I went.
This incident was slightly rattlling but the next day I met up with people on my course for a meal and drinks before we got down to the training on the Monday. Its a great group, a heady mix of some young American girls, one mildly racist Southern American fella, a deeply Scottish chef from Dundee and a 66 year old Irish gent from Cork. All good fun and we all got on well.
After that they all went home but I was aware the Liverpool match was kicking off at 10pm our time. After a few hotel beers to build courage I braved the streets and went in search of a quietish bar to watch it. No such thing. EVERY bar has at least 3/4 women beckoning you in for a good time. Eventually I found one that looked decent and thought I would just try and disregard the girls as best I could and concentrate on the game. They were literally hanging on to me, desperate to claim me ahead of the other girls and it was all good banter. After a while they realised I was glued to the game and their tactics were not working so they disappeared. Slightly hurt, but somewhat relieved to get a breather I was surprised and somewhat delighted when at least 10 of them returned having changed into Liverpool tops as a new tactic to gain my attention. I couldnt help but grn as they all chanted for Liverpool in broken English. I was a bit pissed too so I got teaching them the Torres song. By the end I had 12 thai hookers in Liverpool shirts singing the tune, I was conducting my very own Kop choir. Insane.
Anyway at this point I realised that if you have a bit of banter with them they stop trying to get you as a client and you can just have a laugh, so now I have no qualms in bouncing down the street and just smiling at their advances. Its so hard to explain the level of it in this city in words, it is literally everywhere, so you have to get used to it or I think you would lose your mind at the sheer insanity of it all.
Anyhow, we then started the course on the Monday and slightly worse for wear I was delighted that the building was very professional and teh teachers and trainers were two sond fellas from England and Scotland who really know their stuff. Not only that but they are really engaging and passionate about the subject, so I feel a lot more confident that I will learn good practices and so on.
We also had some Thai lessons yesterday from possibly teh most beautifl Thai girl I have ever seen. Truly stunning. The language itself is utterly nuts. Its based mainly around tones in that the same word said in a different tone means something very different, so you can imagine the confusion, especially with a scouse accent in tow. For example, "ma" said in a flat tone, means "come". However, said in a high tone, it means "horse" and with a rising tone, it means "dog". So even the simplest of words needs exact pronunciation. I am enjoying learning though as it means its easier for banter in the bars. Speaking of which, Im done for the day and thats me pretty much up to date so I'm going for a few singhas in the bar with a few of the people off the course. Its the general routine and I am loving it.
Take it easy one and all, and much love.
Peace x
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