Yesterday i went and visited the Allied War Cemetery in Kanchanaburi. It's very well maintained, a beautiful peaceful little spot. I look forward to being able to post pictures eventually. Today i'm hoping to visit the other war cemetery in the area, which is closer to the death railway bridge.
But the main reason for this post is a little less reverent, as you may be able to tell by the title.
The hotel i'm staying at is quite nice, but it's very close to some kind of bar with loud music that goes until after midnight. That's cool, i don't mind staying up a little late and sleeping in. But last night, something happened.
I wake up some time between 3 and 4 in the morning to a loud knocking on the hotel room door. Shit, what's happened? Is it an emergency? Bad news from home? I turn on a light, open the door, and standing there is a Thai girl who looks about 14 years old holding a mobile phone. I assume she has the wrong room, close the door, go back to bed.
Bang Bang Bang at the door, ridiculously insistent. Wrong door, geez!
I get out of bed again to gently ask her not to knock on my door, but there's a guy with her, probably in his early 20s. He steps forward, almost doing a 'foot in the doorway' thing. My first thought is "Please don't let this be a robbery". Nope. He gestures with his head towards the 14 year old girl and says "Ladiesz?". I imagine at this point my poker face failed miserably.
I shake my head, say "No thanks". He doesn't seem to get the message, asks again. I say "No thanks" again, and then imagine that this budding entrepreneur might return later with a boy firmly say "No, good night".
Now, i really don't mind them trying their luck. I'm guessing that they probably make the lion's share of their money off of western tourists, so it's not for me to judge, but jesus christ surely even the most vile paedophile wants mainly to sleep at 3 in the morning. I really hope that there isn't a repeat performance tonight, or i will be forced to politely ask them to leave again. ;)
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When Andre was in Kazakhstan he was getting calls every night asking in broken english if he wanted women. After the first or second night he ended up unplugging the phone.
Anyway, he became "the strange one" at his hotel because he was the only western man there who wasn't interested - no matter how persistent the women were.
I guess it's a whole lot easier to ignore when it's the phone, rather than people knocking on your door!
Hope you're having fun apart from that!
Annie.
Yeah, i'm enjoying myself.
It's strange, apart from the immediate 'please don't rob me' impulse, my first thought was how great it would be to post this on the blog.
If it happens againt tonight, i think i might need to have a gentle word with management. Once is funny, twice is sleep deprivation.
I found this little story sad. A young girl, being pimped at 3am. What kind of life is that?
I know what you mean. My wanderings took me past one of the local schools today, and one of the girls yelled out 'I love you' to be funny, but i thought "Shit, they're the exact same age as that girl".
I wonder if she goes to school and then does that in the evening or what. I hope she goes to school, so there's a road out of it.
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