'2 nights in Bangkok'

Life is about change, something you learn quick, else flounder in the seas of stoicality, geographically located near the mountains of peril, where, in the innermost cavern, a bonfire rages intensely with the relentlessly burning flames of trepidation

And trepidation is what I felt, as I sat nervously and fidgety in an aircraft crossing continents, the air thinning deceitfully, touching down in Bangkok International Airport, in Thailand, a new and exotic world.

Trepidation is what I didn't feel when finally I met my date, tour guide, and new friend at the airport lounge. She was extremely gracious and kind. Together we set forth to explore this urban jungle, a neanderlithic New York.

We hit Bangkok, overwhelmed by the noise, the heat, the smell. The noise was as a vehicular symphony. The wind; the cacophonous horns, the strings; the engines' vulgar vibrations, the percussion; the low throb of intermingling radio stations.
The heat was as a shimmering phantom, rising from the ground to strike, wave upon wave; sweat known only to steel factory foundry workers and Christy Moore.
The smell was as a physical presence, "Hello, how ya doin today?", it answered, "Good, mind if I hang out with you guys for the day", "No problem" I say, as if I have a choice.

In drug stores are advertised and as freely available as Anadin were PROZAC and VALIUM pills, hardcore anti- depressents. Not the case in this country, where you buy your anti-depressents in liquid form, and are civilised enough and go to a licensed building to get your fix.

Breast implants are relatively cheap ($2000), enticing a whole sub-culture of young men to its hemaphrotitic charms. The 'Ladyboy', or the 'Kitai' as they're known to the Thai, enjoy a quite popular, freakish existence, catering to the tastes of a niche market. Bangkok's sex-trade, deplorable as it is ethicless.

We became characters in a tale of two cities; one city where the smiling inhabitants bow their heads with courtesy, greeting you with open hospitality and friendliness; the other where angular faced girls from the poorer Northern region of Thailand will swarm outside drinking emporiums, and, upon goading strangers to meet their gazely stare, will grab your hand and reassure you of their womanhood in pursuit of your spare-change and fast-love.

It was a surreal experience. If you go to Thailand and gaze up at the moon overhead, it's the same moon i'm looking at, except you may see 3 moons; well thats called a hallucination and its probably because you happlily guzzled the weird blue drink surreptitiously passed to you by your new barman friend (Who soon will be so friendly with you will be rummaging in your pockets, helping you to find your money cause at the moment you are 'too sleepy' to find it yourself

This could just be my fifteen minutes of fame, perhaps Mr. Warhol was right.

'I shall pass this way but once; any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again' -Leigh.