Saturday, December 10, 2005
Girlfriend in Bangkok
The travel agent I got my tickets to Siem Reap from also booked me a hotel for my return. It cost the same as the guest house I was in earlier and offered better facilities.
When I checked in, the porter who carried up my luggage showed me around the room, then said “Girlfriend in Bangkok?”
“No, no girlfriend, don’t want,” I hastily responded. It took him a moment to register. As he prepared to leave, he turned and asked again, “Should I send massage girl?”
Truth be told, I sorely wanted a massage. Having spent three hours standing in line at the border with two heavy backpacks (and having stupidly used the waist belt on the lighter one), my shoulders now ached so bad, they hurt to even touch. A shoulder massage was just what I needed.
The porter waited expectantly. “No, don’t want,” I said. I didn’t trust him. Even this hotel looked downright seedy.
It is the day after tomorrow now and having not been solicited since, I am starting to get accustomed to the place. It is located a kilometre from MBK Center. The building’s visible out my 9th floor window. Establishments around here don’t shut shop at six. I can eat dinner at a comfortable ten. It was a pretty nice deal for 600 baht.
This afternoon I encountered the porter again in the lift. He didn’t remember what floor I was on.
“Where you go today? Shopping?”
“No, stay in room. Busy today.”
“Girlfriend come back?”
“No, no girlfriend. Don’t have.”
I think I will not be staying at Tong Poon hotel again.
When I checked in, the porter who carried up my luggage showed me around the room, then said “Girlfriend in Bangkok?”
“No, no girlfriend, don’t want,” I hastily responded. It took him a moment to register. As he prepared to leave, he turned and asked again, “Should I send massage girl?”
Truth be told, I sorely wanted a massage. Having spent three hours standing in line at the border with two heavy backpacks (and having stupidly used the waist belt on the lighter one), my shoulders now ached so bad, they hurt to even touch. A shoulder massage was just what I needed.
The porter waited expectantly. “No, don’t want,” I said. I didn’t trust him. Even this hotel looked downright seedy.
It is the day after tomorrow now and having not been solicited since, I am starting to get accustomed to the place. It is located a kilometre from MBK Center. The building’s visible out my 9th floor window. Establishments around here don’t shut shop at six. I can eat dinner at a comfortable ten. It was a pretty nice deal for 600 baht.
This afternoon I encountered the porter again in the lift. He didn’t remember what floor I was on.
“Where you go today? Shopping?”
“No, stay in room. Busy today.”
“Girlfriend come back?”
“No, no girlfriend. Don’t have.”
I think I will not be staying at Tong Poon hotel again.
beerbal — Dec 10, 2005 1:24:33 PM — # ↩
:)
Why not? Don't like people playing matchmaker?
Keep having a good time!
ga_woo — Dec 10, 2005 1:52:35 PM — # ↩
Tong Poon is tooooo similar to Poontang to be a coincidence.
It's like you're making all of this up :P
ga_woo — Dec 10, 2005 1:54:37 PM — # ↩
Kiran Jonnalagadda — Dec 10, 2005 2:55:48 PM — # ↩
My earlier accommodation was at 238 Guesthouse. In Siem Reap, it was at Winter Guest House and Restaurant on National Highway 6. There.
ga_woo — Dec 10, 2005 3:48:48 PM — # ↩
For the record, I don't use that word.
I have more class that that :P
Kiran Jonnalagadda — Dec 11, 2005 8:35:26 AM — # ↩
birdonthewire — Dec 10, 2005 3:52:52 PM — # ↩
Have fun.
latelyontime — Dec 10, 2005 7:41:36 PM — # ↩
I am sure they are listed in the guide books or something.
Kiran Jonnalagadda — Dec 11, 2005 8:28:56 AM — # ↩
latelyontime — Dec 11, 2005 7:00:34 PM — # ↩
What the Pho? :))
deelight — Dec 12, 2005 10:41:42 AM — # ↩
Can't wait to see your pics esp of Cambodia.
Anonymous — Dec 13, 2005 11:20:38 PM — # ↩
it is good to cherish the feeling of visiting again than the visit itself.i sugest u move on to Singapore.photos are superb.Iam seeing through ur eyes.your travelogue is remainding me of a great old time telugu play writer kandukuri veeresalingam's 'Barister parvateesam'.Some day I wish to get allof them published as a novel.ur literary skills are simly marvelous.Keep writing.Have a gala time.