Pattaya Tales

In the says when I used to go to Pattaya a lot, I spent much of my time in a small row of bars on North Noklia Rd. I don’t know why but as with every punter we all have our favourites for some reason and we keep going back. I had been with one girl several times and we enjoyed some good times. She had a close friend who came to work in the same bar and I always remember her first night there. Her name was Boom and she was as nervous as hell. She spoke no English, looked very plain and I thought would never cut the mustard. How wrong I was.

My trips came around about every 6 weeks or so, and on my next visit to the mad house that is Pattaya there was Boom, looking terrific. Not the plain girl I had last seen months ago. With the magic of make up she had learnt quickly how to make herself look good, and she was now speaking a smattering of English. On that weekend I did something really daft. Although I am used living in hotels and all that goes with them, somehow I managed to lock my wallet, which had all my credit cards and Atm card, inside the safe. No matter what it wouldn’t open so I called the manager who said he couldn’t do anything until the morning. Heaven knows why but there’s no point in arguing. I had about 300 Baht on me, so knowing I was well in with this bar, I thought I’d pop along and see if they would put my drinks on a tab. No problem said the Mamasan, and away I went on my usual drinking spree. In a moment of brilliant business enterprise, the boss announce, around about closing time at 1am

“I’ll put the drinks on your tab, and Boom as well!!”
What could I do? I couldn’t say “No Thanks, I’ll just have the drinks” That would be just plain rude. . Well I could of, but  I didn’t. Boom looked a bit nervous, as she went to get her bag but as I discovered that night and on many nights after, Boom was something else once she got going. I remember some of the best nights of my life with her, and on many occasions the hotel room looked like a bomb had hit it after hours of frolicking with Boom. The next day I paid the tab and the bar fine, and off I went back to Bangkok.
Some time later and back in Pattaya  I made my usual call to the bar to find Boom glowing.  She  looked great and couldn’t wait to tell me she had a new friend from England and they were going to be married. Fair play, and all the best from me. Then she told me was also pregnant with this guys child.

My instant thought was

“Well that’s pretty stupid”
After a few hours she explained that this man from England who worked in London was going to  come back soon and they would live happily ever after in the village in Isaan. 

“Are you sure about that” I asked.

“Oh Yes, she replied, he say he love me”      Mmmmmmm………..

Sure enough the guy suddenly lost interest in Boom and especially her unborn child. It was tragic to see the girl realise that at the age of 19 she was going to have baby by some foreigner who was doing a runner. I asked her if she got pregnant by accident.

“No I do it deliberately because he say he love me”.

Now that is stupid, but I had to feel for her. Her friend was talking it all up about how they would bring this baby up together and it wasn’t as bad as all that. Sadly I think it was, and now Boom was thinking I might make a good surrogate father. I have to admit the idea did appeal for a moment…… but only for a moment. With 2 grown up kids already, was I really thinking of bringing up some one else’s child in some backwater of Thailand? Err No.  I had to find another bar, and damn quick.

The upshot of this sad tale is that both the girls came to stay at my apartment for a couple of days some time later, and on one day I returned from a hard days work, hot from the clammy weather  and wet from the rain to find they had drunk all my whiskey ( real Scots stuff) and were totally pissed. I threw them out, and not for the first time, a Thai girl left my apartment in tears.

Just to make me feel bad they went a bought a snew bottle of scotch and sent it up with the security man. That did make me feel bad.