It is not true that I am addicted to chocolate. I can stop any time if I want to. I had a Mars bar after breakfast, but that was an exception. I didn’t have one yesterday, at least not for breakfast.
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I have a world exclusive scoop to share with you today. It is about Thai immigration officers. They are secret agents for a foreign power.
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I thought I had issues to discuss with Chalerm when I came back from Malaysia. Wrong. Chalerm had issues to discuss with me.
Why did I go to Malaysia so often? Chalerm had talked to his friends about this and they told Chalerm that I must have a Malaysian boyfriend.
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I always suspected the hotel receptionist here in Kota Kinabalu was gay.
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Greetings from Kota Kinabalu.
I met four old friends on the street today.
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The following may sound like the script for a low comedy, but it is true. In Malaysia they have a cheeky scheme with girls and boys of the night. Often ladyboys (transvestites) are involved, but all genders can do this.
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There are little green men inside
This is the building in Kuala Lumpur I called Mahatir’s mothership. What is it? I took this photo from the taxi while going 120 kmh (which was still too slow to get to the airport in time).
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Locals know best
When I am in a new place I listen to the advice and wisdom of locals. They live there, they know how things are. The locals are the local experts.
The same Kuala Lumpur taxi driver who called me “Prime Minister” and had a brand new car wanted to take me back to the airport when I left for Bangkok again. He asked when my flight was. I told him and he said when he would pick me up.
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Where everyone knows your name
I met two young men on the street in Kota Kinabalu. They were both 20 and a combination of moneyboys, beggars and homeless guys. They knew my name.
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KK by night
I went for a walk in the city after dark. I met some ladyboys who were eager to get my custom. There were some ordinary girls too, and a Chinese pimp.
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On Borneo again
Another visa run. In the evening I went to the same spot by the harbour where I have been on previous visits to Kota Kinabalu, the place with benches and a sea view. There are always people in this area.
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A Kota Kinabalu floating village seen from the air (Google Earth)
I never met Azir. He did not respond to my text message and I figured he was busy. What a loss for him, it is not every day a major rice queen from Bangkok is in town.
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Kota Kinabalu dress shop for Muslim girls
I was in the night market in Kota Kinabalu watching a magician performing tricks in front of an all-male audience. The men had formed a circle around him. Why were there no women?
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Get your genuine brand jeans here, sir
Something had changed in KK. Authorities had installed bright lights in the park by the fountain, thereby scaring away the timid cruisers that used to sit on the benches in the dark.
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A poster at KK Plaza shopping centre.
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Hey you! No photo!
30 days between visa runs is not very long. I had to leave Thailand again.
I told Azir, the guy I met the first time I was in Kota Kinabalu, by text message that I would come to KK. He responded by asking what time I would arrive and I gave him the details.
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I went to a ho-house in Love Lane. Not that I had any business there, I was just doing social research.
The place had a bar downstairs and short time rooms upstairs. The rooms were ten ringit (= 100 baht), the boss told me. The boss sat by a table next to mine, chain-smoking and drinking beer. He tried some male bonding with me by talking about football, and I did my best to keep up.
- I hear ladies are cheap in Bangkok, said the boss.
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