Gay Boy Thailand

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I don’t have any photos of the monkeys with the red noses. They are out in the wild and only if I go on a boat trip in the jungle I might get a glimpse of them around sunset, when they are most active.

A glimpse? Like from 200 metres away between the trees? What kind of eco tourism is this? I call on the Sabah Tourist Board to capture the darn creatures and put them where they belong. In a zoo.

The staff at my Sandakan hotel are curious about me. They think I should get up at 6am to go on jungle or island tours like other tourists do. But I like to sleep late. I don’t know how to dive, which is the big thing around here. If I could dive I could get to the coral reefs, which people come from all over to see.

Someone on the Internet compared Sandakan architecture to civil war Beirut. I can see why, as some apartment blocks lack windows and look like they are about to fall down. But it is not that bad. It only looks bad.

Chalerm and I have spoken on the phone once or twice a day. He was in Thonburi when I left Bangkok and I hid some money for him in The Mansion. I put it in a book with birds on the cover. This is a safe place. The Thai building staff is unlikely to open any books. Chalerm called and could not find the money. It turned out the book had fish on the cover. Fish, birds, same same. At least we agree the book is green.

The hotel locks the entrance at midnight with a sliding metal door and a huge pad lock. The guard goes to sleep somewhere.

At 5am someone started banging on the door. The banging was light and optimistic at first. But after ten minutes of nobody coming to open the door it grew louder, more irregular and desperate. I considered going out to see who it was. Who arrives at a hotel at 5am in Sandakan? Backpackers coming on the overnight bus from Kota Kinabalu, that’s who.

I could not help them anyway since I didn’t have the key to the pad lock. When the persistent hotel guests resorted to kicking the door with their feet they finally woke the guard.

The noise from the door had not woken me up. The town mosque had taken care of that with its loudspeakers. To the benefit of anyone who speaks ancient Arabic the mosque kept going for nearly an hour.

There are no 7-Elevens in Sandakan. I discovered this when I got hungry at 11pm. No shops were open. I could buy sex and drugs from the gang on the street but they had no meals to offer. Luckily I found a bar on the sea front which had an a la carte menu.