There seems to be a certain age at which men loose all sense of, oh I don't know, lets call it self respect or style. They take to (in certain climes) wearing shorts without underpants, so where ever they walk a permanent wedgie is the sight from behind. The rolling, roiling chaffing of their butt checks during perambulation allows the pale cotton fabric to be further sucked upward, we must assk ourselves, are these the same men who promenade the beaches proudly displaying their beer guts above their g-strings.
Anyway enough about the sight-seeing in Bangkok! I went and taught at the orphanage in Ayuthya today, it was exhausting but lots of fun, I broke every piece of chalk I touched the board with, but hey if that is the worst thing that happens in my teaching career that is ok. The kids were pretty good, their knowledge of english was fairly rudimentary, but they were eager to engage which is the main thing with these kids as far as I am concerned.
A few days later.
Yesterday was the last day at school, so last night I went out with the guys from school, pub crawling in Sukumvit, the bathrooms in one pub has "vomit basin's" in it, I tried to get a photo of one but the batteries in my camera were flat :( so you will just have to imagine it, its like a square toilet at about the same height as the hand basins (yes it does have a flush mechanism. Glen said he felt very weird standing in the men's toilet surrounded by peeing blokes and flashing (well the camera was), I would have taken the one in the girl's bathroom but it didn't have the legend above it saying "vomit basin" just a neon sign saying "Heinekin", (draw your own conclusions folks).
The bars all close (legally) at 1 am and everyone pours, a half mixed cocktail of humanity out onto the streets and begins drinking in earnest. There are bars set up in a haphazard fashion along busy sois, tables and chairs litter the pavement and a parade of prostitutes and lady boys wander past to entertain you. Apparently you need to have a licence to set up one of these insalubrious unestablishments, they are just carts like the ones they use to sell food but they are loaded with alcohol and can be quietly rolled away again at daybreak. While we were sitting at one, some purveyors of pornography set up across from us, shooting their opening shots on the steamy streets, they wanted to engage the talents of a particular lady boy who, with one more jiggle would have freed her bustier top from it's tenacious grip on her bosom, she had hair the colour and style of monroe (which is quite a feat for someone with Thai colouring).
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