I have some kind of positive relationship with buses normally , but this time i had to wait 90 minutes before i could move 1 inch to the capital to meet our man in bangkok mr. William. he arrived yesterday. Last time i stepped on this ideal form of transport i had to run more than 5 minutes across the platform of mochit from one bus to another in an atmosphere where a fly would drop dead, but not only from the heat!
The city angels were already flying above but sometimes you have the devil walking next to you like murray head sings in his hit from the ’80 s.

The announcements are only in thai here at the northern bus terminal of the largest seasideresort of asia. Beautifull styled korean girls along with the ever eating thai groups and one farang who doesn’t really care about the thunderstorm that’s building up in the east.
Finally on the bus to the city of angels, but nobody knows why it is called so. You could say that the angels were crying because it starts pouring down now as the bus turned to the north pattaya road, Maybe they try to wash away the sin of the city.
After about  1,5 lazy hours we are closing in behind in the usual traffic jams near the airport and i was thinking back to my times in chiang mai when i saw a mummy monk sitting in his glass display forever as he decided to die this way. Was he guided by his guardian angel ? As i write this the bus hostess is drying one of the bus windows because this vehicle is leaking rainwater.
after rain comes sunshine and the palmtrees are freshened up by the tropical shower and the limy soil was soaked by the angeltears.
I’m annoyed by the fact that i need wifi to load my google maps to orientate on the way in thailand and i should have bought a simcard with internet . ” Krun thep” has it all but don’t breath to deep when you walk along sukhumvit road cause you might tumble being a hard man.
We’re heading west now entering sukhumvit road and the landscape of buildings and traffic is getting more dense. And high in the air comes the “concrete snake” that is layed out through the city, the BTS skytrain with huge stations serviced with food and drink stands and even a barbershop at some.
I’m changing bus for  BTS at ekkamai  and try to figure out where to get off to find soi 8.
I guess this was not my lucky afternoon because i got off one stop too far and couldn’t find no soi 8 in this concrete jungle.
After asking a couple of times i started to recognize more  and finally i turned to the left and entered a lively soi with only one alley to the right. A couple of friendly massage girls pointed out the hotel but mr. William was not there.
He could not be far i assumed and when i entered soi 8 again mr. William called me suddenly from a small street restaurant where you can eat for 50 baht.
I took a chair and had some food too and explained him that on the skytrain maps you don’ t see the locations of the sois very clearly.

Native and hopefully sustainable food what can a man want more for that price?
Rice , vegetables and meat from early till late on every corner of this country, what a culture!
Mr. William has come a long way and allready rode a motorbike here when the american troops tried to move the commy ’s from vietnam. after the streetfood and some update’s
He provided me a guided tour along the sukhumvit area and we had a drink at gulliver’s and a look inside thermae coffeeshop where a worldrecordbreaking line up of girls want to contact a farang in a relaxed atmosphere.
In 2007 i stayed at the taipan hotel a couple of bts stops east of soi 23. It was my first time in bangkok and i was curious if those sensational story’s of girls dancing at chrome poles were really true. after a discovery tour including rawhide and the long gun at soi cowboy
It was more or less that you could  find in amsterdam but then in a more relaxed atmosphere and in larger numbers. every  city in the world has his own culture but bangkok you can discover just wearing an apropiate shirt.
It became too late for the last bus back to pattaya and so i checked in at the soi 6 hotel in a room with a fan.
This room was so hot that i had to open the windows but this city never cools down being the hottest capitol in the world.
Luckily i caught some sleep but woke up too late and mr. William allready had breakfast at the cafetaria.
Not my cup of tea this continental breakfast , the thaifood in the street was better and allso that in villa oranje in pattaya where the manager himself cooks a real nice plate every second day.
Mr. William had to arrange a few things before he would come to pattaya and i left for the next bus at ekkamai.
The fair is only 119 baht and takes about 2 hours, jams not included.
I had a real nice cappucino at a small  stand which tasted better than starbucks and i had a conversation with some japanese guys because you meet the whole world in bangkok and pattaya.
On the road back it started pouring again and this time it formed a small flood on one side of the road. But the windows did not leak this time i guess the angels had ran out of tears.
During this busride i dreamed away again and flashbacked to my times in 2007 again when i attended a ‘pussyshow’ at the long gun bar in soi cowboy, founded by this huge cowboy from the u.s.a. during the vietnam war.
When it comes to guns a particular girl was not winchester at all and launched a pealed banana from her vagina across the bar right into the wall behind me.
Hilarious! The bars are not only temples but shooting ranges too 😄
(Inspired by murray head’s ‘ one night in bangkok’) the original story was written in 2006 but lost due to a harddisk crash of my laptop.