Sunday


Within two days, I was at Bangkok’s International Airport, waiting for my flight back home to England. It had been an eventful two months – two months that had whetted my appetite. I knew that I wanted to come back for a longer period of time. To stay longer than two months meant working out here and, for me, that was not a problem. I was, after all, a TEFL teacher – there was no need to sell myself on Patpong Road….
I returned to Bangkok that afternoon. I never knew what happened to the middle aged gay German or his slim young Thai man in leopard briefs. Perhaps he died in the speedboat, perhaps his German lover was caught by the police and thrown into one of Bangkok's notorious jails. I suspect though, that he was simply fined and the slim young Thai man in leopard briefs lived to prowl another day.