85. Stuck on the border
- You are going back to the town anyway, said Larson. Give me a ride.
- Five hunled, said the driver.
The driver moved to the front of the tuk-tuk and started the engine.
- Four hundled?
- Forget it, said Larson with disdain.
The tuk-tuk left. Larson looked around the market. There were no other tuk-tuks in the area and the last vendors were leaving on their motorbikes. Larson began walking.
Walking never hurt anyone, thought Larson. It was still hot but a sunset breeze brought cooler air in from the surrounding forests. Larson opened his shirt to cool himself. Dangerous? thought Larson. The only one in danger was the tuk-tuk driver, who could need a couple of new front teeth if Larson saw him again.
Insects made jungle sounds along the deserted road. There were no streetlights and Larson walked in darkness. Once in a while a pickup truck or a motorbike came by and Larson stopped and stood well out on the side of the road, knowing he could be hard to see for the drivers. A couple of times youths on motorbikes greeted Larson with cheers and shouts of “farang!” Yes, thought Larson. I am a farang and thank you for reminding me. If I ever forget I am a Swede in Banana land I can trust you guys to tell me.
Larson saw the lights from Aranya long before he arrived and was tired of walking when he entered the town. At least it was good exercise. He met a woman who carried a dead chicken hanging upside down.
- Hotel? asked Larson.
The woman shook her head and smiled.
There must be someone who speaks English here, thought Larson. And they do have a hotel somewhere from what I read on the Internet.
- Ga-den, said the next person Larson met, a youth on a motorbike. The kid pointed up the road.
Ga-den turned out to be Garden hotel, a budget short time place.
I am not in the mood for hookers, thought Larson. At least not female hookers.
The staff at the reception told him to go to Ga-den 2. Garden hotel 2 was a slightly more upscale place by local standards. Larson paid 270 baht for a room with shower and air condition.
Having rested his feet Larson became curious about the town. Would there be any cute boys here?
Locals were eating at restaurants along the street and driving to and from on motorbikes. Some farang backpackers were having noodles. Larson saw a 7-Eleven sign on a corner. The 7-Eleven must be the cruising spot in this town, thought Larson. They don’t have shopping malls so they make do with a convenience store.
Larson entered the store. Only girls were working there. The customers were straight men and females. No luck here, thought Larson and left.
- Massage, said a woman who was standing outside a karaoke place.
- Massage, said several other women as Larson walked down the street. The women stood in door openings of dimly lit rooms and it was obvious what kind of massage was on offer.
Women all over, thought Larson. Isn’t there a decent gay boy in this town?
Larson saw a couple of young ladyboys drive past on a motorbike. They had long hair that flew in the wind, heavy makeup and no helmets.
This is Thailand after all, thought Larson. There must be some nice boy here if only I can find him.
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