Gay Boy Thailand

…goes to a place on the Thai-Cambodian border. When I entered it I noticed a strong smell of urine. I wondered if someone had the habit of peeing right inside the door. But it wasn’t quite urine either… what was it?

The Internet place had the usual collection of kids playing games, some foreigners using email and Thai guys surfing p*rn. The owner sitting watching TV behind a desk, a couple of dogs in a corner.

The smell persisted. I tried moving to other parts of the room but it was everywhere. I was glad I only was in town for a couple of days or I feared all of me would begin to stink too.

When I came back the next morning the stench was there again. The source revealed itself: One of the dogs got up, stepped out into the middle of the floor and with obvious pleasure left a yellow circle of pee.

I pointed at the offending part of the floor just before the owner of the Internet, who had not seen what his doggie was up to, stepped in it. The owner gave me annoyed looks. Did I mean to criticise his dog?

He cleaned up with a mop. That didn’t help much. The mop was soaked with dog pee.

Perhaps to mollify me, the customer, he got his brother to clean the floor. This put an odour of washing perfume on top of the dog pee stench, but it didn’t remove it. Both dogs were longhaired imported breeds and both had their fur infected with the smell, which they carried everywhere in the Internet café, making the whole interior stink.

How can an Internet shop stay in business with a smell like this? The answer is monopoly. This Internet shop is the only one in town and either you go there, check your email and enjoy the air, or you don’t.

Day 1

11pm Chalerm and I were speaking in bed.
- I have to go to Cambodia tomorrow.
- Because passport?
- Yes.
- How long you stay?
- Two days.
- Oh. Too short. Better two week.
- Or two months?
- Two year!
- Really.
- If you stay two year, you think I wait you?
- Yes.
- Not wait!
- You will not miss me?
- Not miss! I run away.

Day 2

9am. In the morning Chalerm was up before I was. He was ironing his university uniform.
- Ahem. I am leaving now.
- Yes?
- Kiss me goodbye, I said, pointing to my cheek.
- Pai si pai si! said Chalerm and waved me away.
At the door he caught up with me from behind. Smooch!

8pm On the phone in the evening from a hotel on the Thai-Cambodian border:
- Where are you? I asked.
- Beach.
- The beach?
- Yes.
- So you ran away?
- Yes. Now stay bus.
- Bus? Is there a bus on the beach?
- Not beach. Breach.
- Oh you are on the bridge. Thaksin brigde?
- Yes. I go home. When you come home?
- Tomorrow.
- Oh too soon. You can stay. Two week better.

Day 3

4pm Chalerm was calling me on the mobile phone.
- Where are you? he asked.
- On the bus going to Bangkok.
- I miss you.
- I miss you too.

6pm was calling me again.
- When bus come Bangkok?
- 7pm.
- I waiting you. I wan go eat with you.
- It is raining. Traffic is bad. Go eat. Don’t wait for me.

9pm I was home. When I locked myself in Chalerm had put the chain on the inside of the door. He sat right inside doing his homework and pretended not to see me.
- Tee rak! Open the door please.
He again pretended not to hear me.
Then he closed the door and removed the chain. When I came in he had dissapeared. I expected him to hide behind the door but not so. He was behind the drawer our new aquarium stands on and managed to surprise me.
It was good to be back.