I am in Pattaya.
Yes don't ask me how I ended up here. It was definitely not in our initial plans to arrive in this
Farang Paradise of
Ah-qua A-go-go's and sinful debauchery. But being only about 30km from Si Racha down the coast in Chonburi, and having had a friend drive us down in his
zhnged up Vios, we thought, What The Heck.
On Saturday, the beach party at Si Racha was not to be. Instead, we found ourselves at the most unusual of parties. The 4th Anniversary celebrations of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle Club of Pattaya/Si Racha. Yes, here we were, 4 Asian faces in a sea of big brawny Americans, Scandinavians, Aussies and an assortment of other leather-clad Europeans with their equally brawny, chromed-polished, two-wheeled mammoths. But after the initial culture shock, we mingled right in. They're really nice people, these bikers. Most of whom are expatriates working in the area by day. And monster-machine wielding demons at night. There were a couple of really cool Ducatis as well and really, I should be getting my motorbike lessons going again when I return to Singapore.
In an hour or so, I take the bus back to Bangkok. The rest are still in bed, thanks to the 5am Lights Off last night after another intoxicating sojourn out at the Disco. This time, the place was aptly named
Lucifer along the Walking Street that has become Pattaya's most famous.
The beach outside is still devoid of the
Farangs who are still under the sheets too I suspect. But the colorful ubiquitous umbrellas that dot the entire 4km stretch of fairly white sand are out in full force. And so are the vendors that try to sell you everything from BBQ-ed prawns to a Henna tattoo. Yesterday while lazing at the beach with a couple of Heinekens, we had to fend off at least 20 of these itinerant hawkers. Yes we counted.
Anyway, I'll catch you guys later when I get to Bangkok. If I am still sober that is...
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