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 Noi. En barpiges historie.
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Lagt på d. 06/03-2005 14:27
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Her er en god lille historie om en barpige i Pattaya. Historien kan findes flere steder på nettet, om den er sand ved jeg ikke. Good for Falang. The Story of Noi - Typical of a Thai bargirl Source: Unknown it has been widely distributed on the Internet and on various mailing lists. Regardless of its source it is the very typical story of why so many Thai women from upcountry get involved in the sexwork industry. I was born into a small village in Isaan, in the north east of Thailand. My mother and father worked hard as farmers and did there very best to give me a good life. I have 4 brothers and 2 sisters but I am the youngest in the family. I am lucky to be the youngest because that makes me special. My family has always spoiled me but I also have a special responsibility to look after my parents, as they grow old. It is very important that the youngest daughter takes special care of elderly parents and I am privileged to have this special role. I remember when I was six years old; electricity first arrived in my village. It was amazing to be able to flick a switch and have a light come on. It was two more years before we had running water in out house. I used to love going to the river with my mother to get water. All of us kids had a great time playing in the shallow water while our mothers did washing and stuff. When I was seven, a special project done by Americans put taps in every house so that we could have water whenever we wanted. My mother was very excited but I liked going to the river better. The village school I attended was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed learning about things. I was second in my class and everyone used to think I was really clever. While we were learning all about our culture, I could see many things changing in my village. I suppose we were poor but nobody knew that then, so I was not worried about it. If the rainy season was good there was always plenty of rice to eat and when the rice harvest wasn't so good, everybody shared what we had and nobody was starving. Our family was the third family to get a TV when I was nine years old. I had seen a TV before when we went into town but having one I could watch whenever I wanted was very nice. One of my older brothers had a job in the city and although he did not earn much money, he saved enough to buy the TV for us. When I finished junior school at 12 years of age I wanted to go to high school but my parents could not afford the fees and they wanted me to help around the house and on the farm. My oldest brother was already married and my parents had to pay a big dowry, 30,000 baht. His new wife was very beautiful and her family was quite rich with a very big rice farm and they also had a small pick up truck. More than anything else my father wanted a truck just like theirs. One day someone told him the bank would lend him the money to buy a truck because our farm was very valuable. You can't imagine how excited we all were when Papa bought the truck home for the first time. I did not know much about money and banks but I know now we had to pay 30,000 baht interest each year for ten years and after 10 years all the original 300,000 baht had to be paid back. By now my second brother was also working in the city and he could help a little bit with the loan payments. Over the next few years all my brothers got married and all found good wives with good families. My parents were very proud of this and although they had to borrow more money for the dowries, they did not mind. They were very proud that my brothers had such fine wives and in our village everyone thought we must be a very good family. When Nit, my eldest sister got married we had a very big party. Although her husband's family were not as rich as us, they paid 20,000 baht for a dowry and Pong, her husband, came to live with us. When the babies started arriving, I helped my sister at home and I also helped Pong on the farm, as my parents were now too old to do too much work. These were very happy days for me and I did not mind the hard work. I was 20 when I found out my father was very worried about the bank. One way or another he had managed to pay the interest each year but the loan would be finished in 3 years and if we did not pay it back the bank would take our farm. It is tradition in my village that the farm would be split between me and my sisters and our families. If we lost the farm, I would never find a husband and with no land how would I support myself. The loan was now 500,000 baht because my father had borrowed more to pay for my brother's weddings and had also brought a motorbike for Pong and a washing machine for Mama. I had never heard of anyone having 500,000 baht and could not imagine how our family would ever get such a big amount of money. There was one lady in our village who owned a very big house and seemed to have all the money she wanted. She was married to a farang from Germany and spent a lot of time away from the village with her husband in Germany. Every year she came back to the village for three months and lived in her big house. I was too afraid to speak to her but I heard many stories about how she got a farang. I used to dream about finding a rich farang to be my husband. He would take care of my family and me and we would all live in a big house and I would have many babies and life would be wonderful. Although I dreamed about it, I had no idea how to actually find a rich farang. I had seen a few in the big city near my village but I had never spoken to one and would not know what to say if one spoke to me. One day, Toi, an old school friend of mine was visiting the village. She had gone away to Bangkok to look for work. She told me about a place called Pattaya where lots of farang came to look for a Thai wife. She said I could make very big money if I came to Pattaya and worked in a bar and went with farang and if I were lucky, a rich one would marry me and take care of my family and me forever. It sounded just like my dream but the part about going with farang shocked me. I thought about it every day and how all my family's problems would be fixed if I did it but I was terrified of the idea. Then the Thailand economy got very bad and my brothers all lost their jobs. We could not even pay the interest on the loans let alone pay back the 500,000 baht. My father who used to be a very happy man became withdrawn and never spoke to anyone. He was very worried because our farm has >been in the family for hundreds of years and it seemed he was going to be the one to lose it. Then he got sick and had to go to hospital. There was something wrong with his heart. The doctor said he could not do much at the government hospital but for 200,000 baht he could have an operation in a private hospital that would fix the problem. Mama wanted to try and borrow more money from the bank to pay for the operation but Papa would not let her. He said he was old and it would be a waste of money. I used to go to the government hospital every day to bring him food and to hold his hand. One day I arrived with my mother and his bed was empty. He had died in the night and they had already taken him away. I cried and cried and cried but Mama was very strong and made all the arrangements for the funeral. She had to borrow money from my uncle to pay for everything but it was very important for her to give Papa a good funeral. Now we were a very poor family and soon we would lose our land as well. I prayed to Buddha every night to help but things only seemed to get worse. I knew I had to do something but the only way I had ever heard of making big money was to work in Pattaya. I phoned Toi in Pattaya and asked if she could find me a job. She said it would be easy and I could stay in her room as well if I liked. I thought and thought about it, not sure if I could really do it. Somehow I found the strength to go and see my uncle to borrow 350 baht for the bus fare. I told him I could get a job in a restaurant in Pattaya. I think he knew what I had in mind as he looked at me in a funny way but he leant me the money anyway. I told everyone the restaurant story and everybody came into town too see me off at the bus station. On the twelve-hour ride to Pattaya I had lots of time to wonder about the future. What would Pattaya be like, could I find a rich man to take care of my family and me and what would it be like to talk to a farang. I was terrified and excited all at the same time. Toi was at the bus station to meet me and took me to her room. It was small but comfortable and she shared with three other ladies. Twenty minutes after I arrived it was time for Toi to go to work. She dressed in very sexy clothes and put on make up. Next to her I really looked like someone who had just walked off the farm (which is exactly what I was). I could never wear clothes like that and I was already thinking this was not such a good idea. She took me to the bar and introduced me to the Mamasan. A. A was a very nice lady and said I could work at her bar if I liked but first I could just watch and see if I liked it. Many farang came and went and the other ladies all seemed to have fun talking and laughing and even kissing them. I had never seen so many farang in my life but I could not understand a word they said. One tried to talk to me but I did not know what he was saying and I felt sick in my stomach. I told Toi I was going for a walk and as I walked along the beach, I saw things I'd never seen in my life and couldn't even have imagined before. Bars and farang and Thai girls everywhere. Huge shops with things for sale that I had never seen before. It made my head hurt just to look. I sat down near the beach to try and think about what I was going to do. A farang came up to me and touched my bum and said some things I didn't understand. It scared me and I ran away back to Toifs bar. I told her about the man on the beach and she laughed. She said girls that didn't work in bars went to the beach to find farangs. She said he wanted to have sex with me. I couldn't believe it and felt incredibly stupid. It was all too much for me and I asked Toi if I could go back to her room. The next day I borrowed the bus fare from Toi and was on the bus home ± this was something I could not do. At home everything was familiar including all the old problems. I cried every night because I was so stupid and could not do what had to be done to help my family. I had to find the strength somewhere to get the money. I made offerings to the spirits and prayed really hard for Buddha to help me. I went to the temple and talked to a monk about the future. He told me I would have a rich husband within two years and all my problems would be solved. He also gave me a special blessing to help me find the strength to do what I had to do. My uncle gave me the money for the bus fare and before I knew it I was back in Toifs room in Pattaya. This time I didn't think about it but just told A, I wanted to work. Toi tried to help me put on some make up but it never looked the same on me as it did on her. I worked for three days in the bar without ever talking to a farang. I learned to play the connect 4 game and on my fourth day I played it with a farang. He was very old and hairy but he seemed to like playing the game with me although I could only say hello in English. He talked to A and said he wanted to take me short time. I didn't know what that meant. A told me I could go with him for two or three hours and we would have sex and then he would give me 500 baht. I was very scared but said OK. We walked what seemed a very long way at a very fast pace and then got a taxi to his hotel. In his room I had no idea what to do but he pointed to the shower so I locked myself in the bathroom and showered for about thirty minutes. Then I heard a knock on the door and he said something so I thought I'd better come out. I wrapped a towel around me and came out. He wanted to kiss me but I felt sick so just kissed a little bit. He went to have a shower and I got into bed. I was a virgin and had no idea what to expect. When he came out we had sex. It hurt me and I bled on the bed. He seemed angry with me because he thought I was having my period. Then he gave me 500 baht and told me to leave by pointing at the door. I showered quickly and then left the room. I had no idea where I was and could not find a taxi to take me back to Toifs room. I started walking and could not help crying. I felt very bad and knew I was doing something that was not good. Still I had made 500 baht in twenty minutes. My brother had to work for seven days to make that sort of money. I soon got used to working in the bar and even learnt a little bit of English. Some of the men were kind to me and some were horrible. I got used to having sex and although it always hurt a bit I didn't mind because I was making good money. At the end of the first month I was able to send 10,000 baht home. That was more money than I had ever seen in one place before in my life. One day a younger than usual guy came to the bar. His name was Mike. I liked him right away and he seemed different from the others. He paid my bar fine and took me to an expensive restaurant to eat. One meal cost 1,000 baht. That would be enough to feed 40 people back home. We talked with the help of phrase books and he made me laugh a lot. Then we went to a disco. I am not a very good dancer but when they played some Isaan music I introduced Mike to Laos dancing. We had a lot of fun that night and we got back to the hotel something strange happened. For the first time I actually enjoyed having sex. Mike seemed to go much slower than other farang and I really liked kissing him. The next day we went to the beach and up a big tower before we went back to the bar. Mike paid my barfine for 6 days ± the rest of the time he would be in Pattaya. It was the best week of my life. We did many things I'd never done before; he brought me presents of clothes and a gold necklace. On our last day together he said that he loved me and wanted to take me home to his country. I couldn't believe it and felt really excited. It seemed that all my problems were coming to an end and the life I had always dreamed of was about to begin. Mike said that he would have to get special papers for me to be able to go to his country and that he would be back within three months to get me. I had to make a passport in Bangkok. He said he wanted me to stop going with farang and to work as a bartender in the bar. He spoke with A who said that I could do that if I liked. When he left for the airport I thought my heart would break but I was happy that he would be back in three months to take me to my new life. Mike gave me 3,000 baht to get my passport but he didn't give me any money for the week we spent together. I though that was strange but Toi and the other ladies in the bar said farang were really funny about giving money to their girlfriends. Once we were married, money would not be a problem. I could not live on the 3,000 baht salary a bartender got let alone send money home to help my family so I had to keep going with farang. I decided not to tell Mike because I was afraid he would be angry with me. I told everyone about my rich farang who was going to marry me and take care of my family for ever after. Some of the girls in the bar said I should keep it a secret as farang were always bullshitting and maybe I'd never see him again. I knew they were wrong because the bond between Mike and me was very special. He rang me every week to update me on progress with the visa and to see how I was. It was very difficult talking on the phone because my English was no good but just hearing his voice made me happy. Sometimes when he rang I was with a farang but my friends at the bar would tell him I was sick or had a day off. Soon we were making plans for our reunion. I had my passport and Mike had all the papers for a visa. I had already arranged to go back to work as a bartender before he arrived. The day he walked back into the bar I was so happy and excited I thought my heart would burst. He wanted me to stop working so that he would not have to pay a barfine everyday and of course I agreed. I had our last two weeks in Thailand all planned. Three days in Pattaya with just the two of us and then one week at my village so Mike could meet my family and then the last few days in Bangkok sorting out the visa and airline tickets for me. The first two days were great and it was just like old times. Mike was not very happy on the bus trip back to my village. He said the bus was no good and the traffic was no good and the food was no good but I supposed it was a big change for him. When we arrived in the village everyone was there to meet us. We had a big party that night and I asked Mike to buy some beer and whiskey for everyone. He seemed surprised that he had to do this but we all had a good time and got very drunk. When it was time to go to sleep Mike wanted to sleep with me. I had to tell him that was against our customs and he would have to sleep in the room with the other unmarried men. He was very unhappy about this but agreed reluctantly. The next day my uncle who could speak a little English had a talk with Mike. He wanted to discuss how much the dowry for me would be. My mother was very excited that I was going to marry a rich farang and was wondering how much money she would have after paying off the bank loan. When my uncle asked Mike how much he wanted to give, Mike just laughed. Later he told me he was not going to give anything as he was marrying me and not my mother. I was horrified. How could I explain this to my mother and what about the family's problems. If I went away with Mike who would look after my family and how could they pay the bank. I tried to explain our customs to Mike but he did not seem to understand. That night I cried again for the first time in three months. What was I supposed to do now? Everything was going wrong and I didn't know what to do about it. Mama told me that if I married Mike I would be finished as far as the family was concerned. She said he was no good and stupid as well. The next day Mike wanted to go back to Bangkok. He said the village was dirty and boring and too hot without air conditioning. He also hated the food. As we traveled back in the bus we were both very quiet. Everything had gone wrong and I didn't know how to fix it. We stayed in a hotel somewhere in Bangkok but Mike said he wanted to go out alone and think about our problems. He did not come back that night till 3 in the morning and when he did come back he was drunk. He said he knew I had been seeing other farang while he had been away and that my family only wanted his money. He said it was a stupid idea for him to marry a slut anyway and he wanted me to go back to Pattaya in the morning. I couldn't believe things had turned so bad. I thought I had made everything good for him but he seemed to hate me. I couldn't sleep with him while feeling so bad so I spent the rest of the night sleeping on the bathroom floor. The next day Mike gave me 100 baht for the bus fare back to Pattaya and told me to go. I cried all the way back to Pattaya. What was I going to tell everyone at the Bar? What bad thing had I done to make everything so bad? I knew everyone would say I was stupid to love a farang. Many people told me farang only think of themselves but I thought Mike was different. Mike went home two weeks ago now and I know I will never see him again. I have hardened my heart and will never make such a stupid mistake again. Next time a farang loves me I will get as much money from him as possible but I will never open my heart to one again. It hurts too much and I think I hate them all. I don't understand why they are so rich while we are so poor. What I do understand is that I need money for my family and I am going to get as much as possible. What happens to me doesn't matter but I want to do everything for my family. I have not contacted anyone in my village since Mike left. I don't know what I can say to them. I have lost so much face I don't think I can ever go home again. I still send the money though and I'm earning even more now because I am learning how to get as much out of the farang as possible. |
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| surin999 |
Lagt på d. 07/03-2005 07:26
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hvis du vil gengive nois historie så er det vigtigt også at gengive mikes historie du finder den somregel sammen med nois historie på nettet
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| Rasmus |
Lagt på d. 07/03-2005 21:14
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Tak for historien. Men Noi´s historie er ikke enestående, om end den skildres som om den netop skulle være enestående. Den slags historier er der mange af. Var det muligt at bare 10% af alle barpiger i Thaipiger, havde muligheden for at bidrage med deres specielle historier – ville der være læsestof til adskillige års læsning. På div. engelsksproget Web sider med Thai relationer, bugner det med den slags beretninger. Når man har læst de første 20 – har man reelt set læst dem alle. Indholdet og substansen er den samme, uden jeg hermed vil negligere indholdet eller pigerne. Hilsen Rasmus |
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| Good for Falang |
Lagt på d. 09/03-2005 17:52
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surin999 skrev: hvis du vil gengive nois historie så er det vigtigt også at gengive mikes historie du finder den somregel sammen med nois historie på nettet Jeg kan læse mikes historie i nois historie, og jeg forstår ham godt. Good for Falang |
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Lagt på d. 09/03-2005 18:11
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Davser Good for Falang Hvor har du fundet den historie med noi henne *???*? Bamsen |
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| surin999 |
Lagt på d. 10/03-2005 07:19
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hvem har så linket til mikes historie
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| Pescator |
Lagt på d. 10/03-2005 09:19
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Jeg synes Mikes og Nois historie - som jo nok er fiktion ikke fordi at det betyder noget, der er mange lignende historier af tilsvarende art der er faktuelle - tydeligt illustrerer hvorfor det går galt. Kultursammenstød og mangel på kommunikation og dermed indbyrdes forståelse. mvh michael ถามเมียไปทำไมอยากรู้อยากเห็นหรือ
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| surin999 |
Lagt på d. 10/03-2005 12:08
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mike og noi historier er sikkert fiktion men de illustrere fint mange af de problemer og misforståelser der er i et dansk thai forhold men kun at fremhæve den enes historie er at fordreje virkeligheden
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Lagt på d. 10/03-2005 13:50
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Davser Ja hvis jeg var blevet præsenteret for at skulle betale familien penge,Ja så var jeg sgu også rendt, Jeg ville aldrig betale for en pige Det er jo ligesom slavehandel,jo yngre og smukkere jo mere skal du betale,det er jo tåbeligt OG en anden sag,Hvorfor er det altid kun thaiernes traditioner man skal respektere og ikke farangernes,det fatter jeg dælme ikke Men heldigvis har vi ikke alle samme mening. Bamsen Redigeret af d. 10/03-2005 13:58 |
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| surin999 |
Lagt på d. 10/03-2005 15:46
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bamsefarr skrev: Davser Ja hvis jeg var blevet præsenteret for at skulle betale familien penge,Ja så var jeg sgu også rendt, Jeg ville aldrig betale for en pige Det er jo ligesom slavehandel,jo yngre og smukkere jo mere skal du betale,det er jo tåbeligt OG en anden sag,Hvorfor er det altid kun thaiernes traditioner man skal respektere og ikke farangernes,det fatter jeg dælme ikke Men heldigvis har vi ikke alle samme mening. Bamsen ja der rammer du rigtigt. alle siger at vi skal altid respektere deres kultur, men yderst få siger at de skal respektere vores kultur. der er egentlig ikke noget at sige til at mange thaipiger ikke respektere deres mand, hvis han bare giver los og ikke selv forlanger respekt. jeg respektere min kone og har givet hendes far sin-sod. men pengene er kun blevet betalt forde at beløbet 19.999 bath der blev bedt om svare til hvis hun var blevet gift med en thai og at hun ikke har været gift før og ikke har børn for er dette tilfællet så betaler man ikke sin-sod iflg. thai tradition. men jeg ved også at min kone respektere dansk kultur og traditioner hun deltager i vores familie på fuld højde med hvad der er normalt i en dansk familie 
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Lagt på d. 18/12-2005 14:58
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fandt lige mikes historie, ikke det store i den, har man læst noi's historie, kender man også hans.......... http://www.pattay.../mike.html |
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Lagt på d. 18/12-2005 20:22
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bla bla bla ...iam soooooopoor farang send me money give me motorbike buy me thai gold..... den sidste idiot er ikke født endnu |
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| Locturian |
Lagt på d. 18/12-2005 20:28
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Bare lige for at spare folk for turen derind My name is Mike. I am 24 years old and live and work in Sweden. I recently had a close call with a Thai prostitute and almost made the biggest mistake of my life. I was born into a middle class family in Sweden. Although we were quite well off my parents instilled in me the need to take care of myself. When I went to university they made me take out a student loan because they said I should learn to be responsible for my own affairs. They did help out though when things got a bit tough financially. I finally graduated with a BCom majoring in computer science. I got a great job almost immediately as a systems engineer for a large computer company. The starting salary was excellent and for the first time in my life I found out what it was like to have money to spare. I had been working for just 11 months when Jan a good friend of mine suggested a holiday in Asia. He had heard stories about beautiful beaches, cheap living and wild women. While I’d never thought about visiting Asia I warmed rapidly to the idea. Before I knew it we were sitting on a plane and on our way to Bangkok. What an unbelievable place. Stinking hot, crazy traffic and sex starved girls everywhere. I couldn't walk down the street without some honey propositioning me. Jan took me to a place called Nana Plaza which is full of Go Go bars – incredible. There must be a thousand girls in this one place and most of them were dancing naked. To be honest I went a little crazy. In the first three days I slept with 12 women. Now I’m not boasting and anybody can do this in Bangkok. I noticed that most of the guys in these bars were a lot older than me and I found I could quite often get a girl to go with me for free. I guess I’m reasonably good looking and quite fit, so I seemed to be in big demand. I always had to pay a bar fine but 500 baht wasn’t too much of a strain. I like to think I don’t have to pay for it and was pleased when the girls wanted to stay with me because they liked me and not because I was flashing a big wad of cash in their face. On the fourth day we headed down to Pattaya, a beach resort just south of Bangkok. This place seemed to have even more girls than Bangkok if that’s possible. I was ready by now to slow the pace down a little. To be honest I was close to exhaustion and a bit of relaxing on the beach seemed like a great idea. That night we went bar hopping and I met Noi. What a sweet heart. She was just 21 and we seemed to click right away. I paid her bar fine which was a ridiculous 200 baht. As I really liked her I decided to give her a treat and took her to one of the most expensive restaurants in Pattaya and then out dancing. We had a ball and although communication was a bit difficult, with the aid of my trusty phrase book we managed to get by. The next day I decided to keep Noi with me for the rest of my time in Pattaya, so I paid her barfine for the next six days. Things just got better and better. The sex was great and Noi just couldn’t do enough to make me happy. She even took all my clothes home to wash and iron them. We visited all the touristy places and went bar hopping every night. Jan had a different girl every night and said I was stupid to stick with Noi. I did manage to sneak off to a couple of massage places during the day but was more than happy to stick with Noi each night. I didn’t want to give Noi any money as it seemed to me it would make our relationship tacky so instead I took her shopping. I got her new clothes and some stuffed toys and a gold chain. She really loved that gold chain. By the fifth day I had really developed an infatuation with Noi and started talking about the future. I’ve never met anyone like her and was thinking out loud how great it would be if she could come to Sweden and stay with me. Somehow this idle talk turned into a plan and Noi was really keen. We started talking about passports and visa’s. I knew I’d have to go home first and get everything organized. I suggested Noi stop working as a prostitute because the thought of her with some of the fat ugly guys you see in Pattaya really made me feel ill. I talked to the mamasan at Noi’s bar and she said Noi could work as a bartender and get a regular monthly salary if she liked. I could tell Noi really liked the idea, as she obviously hated selling herself. Our last night together was spectacular and the next day as the taxi whisked us back to Bangkok I felt really sad to be leaving. Jan said I was crazy and pussy whipped and I guess he was right but I just couldn’t see it that way. We had two more days of carousing in Bangkok before we headed back to Sweden and normality. Back home it all seemed like some weird dream. Was I really going to bring a Thai prostitute into my home? Explaining that to my parents was not going to be easy so I decided to keep it just between Jan and I for the time being. A visit to the immigration service confirmed that getting a three-month visa for Noi would be no problem. Although my job was quite well paid it was going to take a few months to save up enough for me to return to Thailand and pay for Noi’s trip back to Sweden. For three months I saved every spare penny. Going out with local girls was boring after the wild times in Thailand so I was happy to stay home and count the days until I could return to Noi. I phoned her every week but it was quite difficult to understand her on the phone. Sometimes when I rang, she wasn’t in the bar. It made me wonder if she was still on the game but I felt sure she was remaining true to me. Jan gave me a copy of a book he brought in Thailand called Hello My Big Big Honey. It was all about how Thai bar girls ripped of stupid foreigners. Some girls have three or four boyfriends sending them money while they still work as prostitutes. It did make me think, but as Noi had never asked me for money, apart from 3000 baht for her passport, I felt sure she was different from the girls in the book. Finally the day arrived for my return to Thailand. I couldn’t resist spending a couple of days in Bangkok before heading down to Pattaya to hook up with Noi. Nana Plaza was still rocking. The smile on Noi’s face when I walked into her bar made all the saving and scrimping worthwhile. We picked up right where we left off and things were great. I asked Noi to quit her job so I wouldn’t have to pay a bar fine everyday. It seemed really tacky somehow and I couldn’t see why I should make her boss rich. That night after a great session, Noi told me she wanted me to visit her family in Isaan. I wasn’t really that keen as I’d sort of planned a week of fun in Pattaya before heading for home. Noi was quite insistent though and I thought it would be an interesting experience so I agreed. When I saw the bus that was going to transport us to the boondocks I knew I’d made a mistake. Tiny uncomfortable seats, no air conditioning and absolutely packed. Twelve hours of hell. Once we were North of Bangkok the only food available was disgusting and it was so hot I felt sick for most of the trip. Finally we arrived in Noi’s village. Talk about primitive! The house we were to stay in was basically four walls a floor and a roof through which you could see the stars. No furniture and the toilet was a hole in the ground. The only shower was a huge bucket of water with a scoop for throwing the water over yourself. It appeared that the whole village had turned out to greet us and I had to spend a small fortune buying everyone beer and whiskey. People kept appearing from every nook and cranny and all had to be supplied with booze at my expense. It was actually quite a fun party but I spent too much money. Then when I was actually feeling quite merry, Noi dropped her little bombshell. Apparently it is a no no for unmarried people to sleep together in the village so I got to share a room with a bunch of unmarried guys. No nooky for me that night. No beds either just a mat on the floor. I woke up the next morning feeling like shit. After breakfast of watery rice (yuk) a cousin or uncle of Noi wanted to speak with me. His English was quite good, as he had spent some time in Bangkok working for an English company. After a bit of small talk he got straight to the point. How much was I going to pay for Noi? I couldn’t believe it. He was actually trying to sell her to me. He had a hard luck story of how Noi’s mother was in financial strife and I was to be the great white savior who would bale her out of the financial poo. What a shock! I told him there was no way I was paying anything for Noi. She loved me and I loved her, not her mother – end of story. Uncle was not happy and said I didn’t understand Thai customs. I understood all right! Everyone in the village was intending to part me from as much of my money as they possibly could. Maybe they thought I was stupid but there was no way I was falling for this scam Somehow everything seemed to click into place and I felt like I’d been manipulated into this bizarre situation. All I wanted to do was get away from this hell hole as fast as possible. I found Noi and told her what had happened. She only looked surprised when I said I wasn’t falling for it. What’s more I was going back to Bangkok today and she could come with me or forget the whole thing. Well Noi was quite upset and the family were looking at me like I was a mass murderer or something. After a few tears Noi agreed to return with me to Bangkok. For the nine hour bus ride she hardly said a word. She was obviously sulking because I hadn’t coughed up a vast sum of cash for her family. She kept giving me dirty looks and then crying quietly to herself. The more I thought about it the more sure I became that it was all a set up. Fleece the farang is the name of the game. I probably wasn’t the first but at least I hadn’t fallen for it. After we checked into the hotel I had to get some time alone so I told Noi I was going off to think about things and maybe she should do the same. Somehow I found my way back to Nana Plaza and ended up drinking too much and taking one of the Go Go girls to a short-time hotel right in the Plaza. As I walked back to the hotel I realized I’d just about made a terrible mistake with Noi. She was a prostitute and her only intention was to make money. She considered me to be like an ATM. Push the right buttons and money comes out. I was fairly sure she had been sleeping with other guys while I was back in Sweden as well. Obviously the whole thing was a disaster and I had to straighten it out. When I got back to the room we had a huge fight. I accused her of sleeping with other guys and trying to rip me off as well. She didn’t deny it so I guess it was true. She spent the rest of the night in the bathroom. She said she couldn’t sleep with me anymore. I guess she’d figured out that my money was staying firmly in my pocket. In the morning I gave her the money to return to Pattaya and we said out strained good byes. I still had a few days left in Thailand so I made the most of it. This is one wild country and as long as you don’t let your heart get in the way of your brain, its heaps of fun. I know I’ll be back in Thailand again but I’ll never fall for another Thai girl |
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| Locturian |
Lagt på d. 18/12-2005 20:55
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Klart fiktion, men giver et meget godt billede - Ud over, at det med at give penge for pigen, ligefrem ER en skik, og det skal man ikke slå plat på...  REDIGERET: Efter som ParkPean muligvis har misforstået, vil jeg lige omformulere, så det bedre kan forstås - Jeg mener naturligvis ikke at man betaler for pigen, men at man giver et symbolsk beløb til familien, da pigen ikke længere er istand til at tjene til dem. Og det er min opfattelse og forståelse, og den holder jeg mig til.... Redigeret af Locturian d. 18/12-2005 21:45 |
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| Buggymann |
Lagt på d. 18/12-2005 21:26
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lotcturian..... hvor får du energien fra til at skrive alt det krab ??? park 
just love Thailand. The land off budda...
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| Locturian |
Lagt på d. 18/12-2005 21:37
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Hummm, hvad pokker snakker du om? Og hold lige en sober tone tak...
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| Locturian |
Lagt på d. 18/12-2005 22:03
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Sig mig, er du pisse fuld eller hvad?
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| Locturian |
Lagt på d. 18/12-2005 22:04
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Men hvis du vil mødes, så send mig gerne en PB - Så finder vi da ud af noget...
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| Good for Falang |
Lagt på d. 18/12-2005 22:49
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Hvad fanden har i gang i? eller Hvad fanden har du gang i Parkpean? Good for Falang
Redigeret af Good for Falang d. 18/12-2005 22:54 |
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| Kimpil |
Lagt på d. 18/12-2005 23:20
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Er det ikke her "Direktionen" burde komme på bane og give en opsang eller endnu bedre slette bruger(e)?
Det er ikke hvad du gør - det er måden du gør det på
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