83. On the island
Bia and Peter had arrived in the late afternoon. The sun set and the two went for dinner in the restaurant by the beach.
- Mai aroy, said Bia as he tasted his soup.
- I like it, said Peter.
- Tomorrow what we do? asked Bia.
- We will swim and relax.
- I am boring, said Bia.
- You can’t be bored already, said Peter. We have only been here for two hours.
- Boring, said Bia. Wan go home.
Peter laughed and shook his head.
- Go home? Now? We are staying the weekend here.
- Not like, said Bia.
- Crybaby, said Peter.
- What mean?
- Never mind. It was nothing.
Later the two went for a walk along the beach. The beach wasn’t long; it ended in rocks and a small cliff. Bia ran out into the water. He poured water on his legs and splashed some on Peter.
- Not funny, said Peter.
- Funny too much, said Bia. Animal eat me.
- What animal?
- Mosquito.
They sat down on some rocks and put mosquito repellent on each other. Peter’s favourite part was to put the repellent on Bia’s nipples. Bia’s favourite part was to rub it across Peter’s scalp.
When the returned to the small hut Bia sat down and started painting his toenails red.
- Is this a normal thing for Thai boys to do? asked Peter.
- Is normal.
- I think it is for ladyboys.
- I ladyboy.
- I thought you were a gay boy? said Peter.
- Not gay, said Bia. I man. But I lady two percent.
- And that two percent is your toenails?
- Yes, said Bia, and admired the bright colour on his toes.
*
Larson was trying to recover from Lek’s dirty trick. Larson was used to having Lek with him every day and his hotel room felt lonely without the boy. That was an expensive adventure, thought Larson. Next time I will be more careful. If there is any next time. Maybe Robert is right. Love them and leave them. Don’t get involved. Bonk them and forget them. Maybe I should try that for a while.
Duff called and invited himself to visit Larson’s room.
- How does it feel to live in Thailand? asked Larson.
- It feels strange. But this is the first day. I expect it to get better when I get used to it. But I don’t have that holiday feeling of freedom and of urgency, of having to see and do as much as possibly before it is over.
- I have some of that urgent feeling, said Larson. Even if I have several months left in Thailand I know the classroom in Sweden is waiting for me.
- Did you meet any nice boys? asked Duff.
- Yes and no, said Larson. But who can you trust in Bangkok? A lot of wolves in sheep’s clothing around. Watch your wallet, young man.
- I am not looking for a boyfriend, said Duff. I am happy to be single. I can meet a boy here and a boy there. I can have fun. There is no end to the possibilities here.
- Be careful, said Larson. Boyfriends come along when you are not looking for them. It is a variation of Murphy’s Law. Your chances of finding a good boy is in reverse proportion to your desire to find one.
- I know, said Duff. If you want a boyfriend you can’t find any. If you don’t want any boyfriend they start chasing you.
- That’s how it is, said Larson and nodded.
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