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Chiang Mai travel writing EXTRACT:
……. We had got to within a few seconds of journey’s end, and thinking that my trials and tribulations were over, I started to relax. I should have known better. It appeared that my escort was still convinced that the sole reason I had ventured out of my hotel that evening was to search for a good leg over.
She suddenly turned down a minor side street, leaving the traffic behind us.
‘Woow, I said, where are you going?’
‘Good hotel near here. We have nice farking.’
I wanted to get off and walk back to Chang Khlan, but by now with an absence of vehicles, the moped had picked up speed. Equally as worrying was the lack of light in this network of back streets. She slowed down a bit as the murky outline of the dingy Hotel Humping or whatever, materialised through the darkness.
‘See we have very nice farking here. ‘
‘No farking I just want to go to my hotel.’
‘You? hotel?’
‘Yes. Me, hotel.’
‘But this is a hotel, yes?’
‘No I want my hotel, the Lai Thai Guest House.’
OK I find another hotel.’
And then she turned up the speed until we stumbled upon some other seedy establishment, with the silhouette of its proprietor stood in the doorway, beckoning us over.
What I wondered was likely to happen if I struck a deal with Suki. Inside the hotel I’d have probably been escorted to some back room, with its twenty watts of light and a flea ridden mattress; commenced proceedings; but only a few seconds after we had started, some brute of an accomplice would burst into the room with a machete and demand my wadge. This prospect, you understand, did not appeal to me.
More worryingly, I was getting disorientated down this labyrinth of back streets, time to split the scene……..
For full tale, see Travels in Thailand: ‘A Lift in ChiangMai’
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