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Post subject: Upaj, Bangkok baralinda ko!
 Posted: Dec 26, 2007 - 03:20 AM
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Dinner by Midnight!
After forty-five minutes of an extensive windy ride on the local bus, we stepped down into the cobbled street, welcomed by the voluminous warmth escalating from the blacktopped roads. Uncertain about its whereabouts, after strolling past few lanes, we were swallowed by the throng of farangs (foreigners). Scenes of people braiding their hairs like Bob Marley, vendors spilling out their produces to sell in the street stalls and the lavishing smell full of smouldering smoke from the grill thinning into the surrounding were just too normal. Screaming of hawkers and blaring music were as welcoming as any other invitation to join the throng.
With a can of drink of our choices, we indulged ourselves into the wilderness. It was a wonderful experience, encroaching the unclaimed territory, combing for CDs we never intend to buy at the roadside stalls. Above all, becoming uncivilized was the hardest part, leaving the empty cans by the garbage pile. Ordering strung meats, waiting for them to be grilled all had its own wonders.
Wandering the streets without a final destination nearly led us to nowhere, so we decided to sit and stretch our legs for a while at one of the open bar beside the petrol pump. Enchanting waitresses with their intoxicating offer jolted us out of lucid guff and crushed us into reality. We ordered our drinks and like the rest of the occupants engulfed into some hot and cool discussions just about every topic that popped into our minds. It just seemed like a moment to savour the blissful delights that the evening has to offer. Endless discussions floated to and fro, guided by the flickering light from the tiny kerosene lantern, followed by the empty bottles. Once in a while being disturbed only by the hawkers protruding their products for sale, of course to the farang with long golden hair. Sometimes, odd discussions did attract a few glances our way from the neighbourhood. Liquid is just so easy to digest. Frequent answering to the call of nature had become our way of distressing ourselves from the burden. We seemed to be in a dimensionless world, where views travelled without frontiers. We had created a niche of our own despite ?Buffalo Soldier? being played in full volume to energize the mass.
We had yet to hunt for dinner, as it was nearly midnight. So in quest of exotic food, we made way through carts of fried locusts, caterpillars and beetles. Unable to treat ourselves to the gastronomical delight that the street stalls had to offer, we headed towards an open restaurant where we could enjoy the blissful environment and at the same savour the delicacy the eatery had to offer. We ordered shrimps and baked potato. The waiter was not that presentable but in the whole, food was our choice and not the others. The table was finally laid with coal grilled shrimps still in the shells, baked potato wrapped in aluminium foil, shredded cabbage with sauce, sweet & hot pickle followed by the other accessories. With the cluttering of the tableware, we dug into our food to fill the liquid filled tummies in the tranquil midnight. While we were just finishing off, the waiter came to remind us that by 10 minutes they would be closing. A farang from the nearby table, who had overheard most of our not so sensible conversation, was grinning once in a while, god knows what message he intended to convey, I was nauseated. We left the restaurant in earliest.
It was almost 1.00 A.M., so we had to start negotiating with the taxi drivers to find our way back. With expert negotiating skills and fluent local language, my dear farang was able to land a taxi at a reasonable price.
As there is a saying, 'What comes must go', the enchanting moment slowly turned into an excruciating departure.
With such moments,
Embossed in memory,
Shall we part,
Like shooting stars,
Engulfed by dark sky,
Leaving traces so frail,
Hardly to meet again.
-Yyorong. |
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