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08 August 2007 :: 15:08:23 pm 21142

I was so ashamed of myself that i never went back to that patpong bar again

You are not the first that I thought I could help. There was a girl from a Patpong bar I met some years ago. Don‘t jump to the conclusion that I frequent that street for pleasure though I drive my passengers there nearly every day.
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A friend of mine who won a prize in the lottery took me there to blow it on drinks It was curiosity on my part as much as wanting to have a good time for once. I drove my passengers there day in and day out but never entered any bars there till then. Me, at my age, and having spent years in the monk hood, should be so flabbergasted at the sight of scantily-clad dancing girls! They were certainly in need of cloth to cover their private parts. Unashamedly, they danced and made erotic suggestions for all to see on brightly lit plat- forms. I couldn’t believe my eyes at first, holding onto the belief that Thai girls would not be capable of doing that.

And if I caught one of my own daughters in a bar like that, either I’d wreck the place, or kill her or myself. It was an eye-opener. It seemed that I had been ignorant for so long, though as a taxi driver I have driven couples to short-time motels, men to brothels, bar girls to their haunts, yet I did not see what goes on inside till then. It was an eye-opener all right. Instead of enjoying myself, I gradually became sad. Where are those girls from? What drove them to such places, performing such shows? There were several very young girls there, with Esarn features. I longed to take them away, out of this den of vice, to give them back to their villages and the fresh air of their rice fields.

I made a point of going back to that bar, when with a little bit of luck I had picked up more passengers than usual and had some cash to spare. In the bar, I picked a girl with pronounced Esarn features and I was right. She was from Udorn. But it cost me two drinks to be able to pry it out of her. I kept going back to the bar and bought her drinks at 45 baht a glass from which she made some money. Buying her a drink allowed her to spend a few minutes with me so we could talk. Sometimes, she flirted with other customers to get another drink, and when her turn came to be on the platform, she adjusted the little strings and cloth which covered her private parts and moved her body to the rousing rhythm of the music. She had an attractive face and a body to match. Her body was No.74.

I could not imagine she would be so blatantly sensual, wearing strings, exposing her body to the eyes of men in a village. Where did she learn to leer and make erotic gestures? There were times when I stayed in the bar late till it closed, hoping that she would go out to have a bowl of Kao Tom with me and afterwards I would drive her to where she lived. Most times, she would leave the bar with a farang for the night. Then one night no farang took her and she looked tired and hungry, so I made my bid. We went to a nearby coffee shop. While she ate, I told her that she reminded me so much of a girl I knew in Yaso. Then I began to speak Lao to her though she resisted and stuck to her Thai.

She did not seem to care to talk about Esarn. And I thought she wanted to let the past be the past, for she quickly changed the subject. 

“Why do you hang around bars? Those are for farangs to spend a lot of money and pick up girls. You shouldn’t come to spend your money on drinks there. And most girls don’t like to be picked up by Thais anyway,” said she.

I didn’t know what to say to her then. While she ate, I tried to see what I could read from her features. I searched her eyes, her brow, her nose and lips so that the hand of memory could guide me back to the plateau of Esarn on which little girls and boys roam with their herds of buffaloes in good or bad years. After a while, I said: “I came from Yaso, and perhaps if you want to go back to Udorn, I can drive you there. The taxi is my own and I can make it reasonably inexpensive, and I also want to visit my home.”

She paused from stuffing food into her mouth. I knew she would take the bait. Alas, I was a silly old fool as it turned out later on.

When she finished eating, putting fresh lipstick on her lips and checking her face in a small mirror, she said drily: “How much?”

“Since I also want to visit my people in Yaso, I’ll charge you only 500 baht for the petrol and 500 baht for the car, and you can pay that in kind,” said I jokingly.

“Okay,” she said, sounding just like a farang. “Okay, it’s a deal. But I’m not quite ready to go as yet. A week from now, maybe. In the meantime, I don’t want you to hang around my bar. Okay? 

” I don’t want other girls to think you’re my pimp. You don’t look young and smart enough. Besides, I don’t want the farangs who are the regulars of the bar to see that I walk out with a Thai. Meet me here next Sunday morning at six-thirty. Okay? I’ll be ready for you then.”

“Okay,” I mimicked her and also nodded. “It’s a deal.” We met as agreed, and I was surprised to see her with only a tote bag. She looked great in a red blouse and a pair of tight jeans. Off we went, but she was not all that talkative. After an hour or so she fell asleep. Driving along the highway in silence, I sometimes turned to look at the sleeping girl by my side. She had not carefully applied her make-up, but even then, she looked sensually attractive. It was how her lips curved, the pronounced cheekbones and her youth. What a pity though that she had to prostitute herself in a Patpong bar, I thought, and what a relief now that she was leaving it all behind to go back to her home village in the Province of Udorn! 

I longed to know her life story, the road that took her to that crowded, noisy, smoky bar full of farangs in Patpong. Gradually I felt closer to her, happy that I was saving her from a sordid life, giving her back to the fresh air of the rice fields of Esarn.

And I did not reproach myself for taking it out in kind worth 500 baht in a roadside motel at the edge of Korat, just to prove to her that I am not that old. If I wasn’t good looking it was not my fault, but I am still very much a man at forty-nine. .

 

What I regret is that I am a silly old fool to think that I was rescuing her. For when we arrived in her village, she acted like a splendid well-off lady and treated me just like any taxi driver who drove her all the way home for her money.

Of course she invited me to stay the night in her parents’ house. They are poor and gullible people, I could see, and I bit my tongue so as to keep my mouth shut. The next day, before I knew it, a pretty little young girl was to leave her village with us for Bangkok! How I cursed myself. I spoke hardly a word to them on the way back. So it was a game of life. And I am only a stupid old fool. I was so ashamed of myself that I never went back to that Patpong bar again, even though I am still quite curious to know whether the girl from a village of Udorn is still working and dancing there, whether the other younger girl, who was lured into the trap, is working there as well or in some sordid brothel in which she would hardly see sunlight.

Story by:  Pira Sudham 105 Moo 13 Napo Village,
Burirum 31230 THAllLAND

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