Gay Boy Thailand

I was out walking today when a young farang woman stopped me on the street. She didn’t say “excuse me”, or “can you help me?”, but she did present me with a photocopied hand drawn map. She held it upside down.

- If you could turn it so I can see what it says, I said.

The map had a Skytrain station and roads and someone had written “take a motorbike taxi to soi 9″.

Standing next to the woman she had a bit of BO from walking in the afternoon heat. Her eyes were blue and her clothes were tight and revealing. She was in her early 20ies.

- Soi 9? I said. - You are not in soi 9. This is soi 6.
- No no! I know about soi 9, the woman said in an unpatient voice. - I want to go here.
She pointed to an X on the map.
- John Street, she said.
Her mobile phone rang and she answered it, speaking in rapid Russian.
- Sorry but I never heard of John Street, I said when she was done on the phone.
The woman rolled her eyes, sighed and walked away.
- You are welcome, I said to her back.

We were going in the same direction and I kept walking behind the young lady in the soi. Every time she met someone she showed them the map. Even as she walked much faster than I did I caught up with her because of her frequent stops.

Walking behind her I got to hear Thai men sitting in the soi comment her skimpy outfit and her un-ladyish brisk way of walking. First they stared, then they giggled.
- It is normal in farang countries, said one of them. The others shook their heads in disbelief.

I was thinking about John Street. There was no such thing in Bangkok that I knew of. John? Jan? Chan? She must think of Chan Road.

I was now ahead of her as she had asked some schoolgirls for directions too, and they held her up for a while.
- You mean Chan Road? I asked when she came past me again.
- Yes.
- That’s in this direction, I said while pointing. - But it is too far to walk. You should get a taxi.
- No no! said the woman.
She took off in a hurry again.
This time I didn’t say “you are welcome”.