Thursday, March 31, 2011

A Title for One Post.

Upon return to Bangkok, I ran into Michel, the 67 year old Swiss hedonist I had met over a month earlier.

"I need to see a doctor," I told him.

"You need to see some girlss!" he said.

We went to Pattaya, renowned for its sleaziness. By the time I got there, I was in severe pain all over my body. Michel took me to the hospital, where I learned my fever had reached 104 degrees (Fahrenheit). I saw a doctor, who pumped me full of good drugs. I lay on the bed in the ER with a huge smile on my face induced by what must have been some opiate. The fever broke and sweat drenched my clothing. My face turned red hot as the skin expelled the heat from within. Then I argued with the business woman about insurance for two hours.

We finished our beers and went off, along the whore-lined pathway, all the way to the walking street, which looked like Las Vegas without the casinos. Just huge strip joints and seafood restaurants for a stretch of about a mile. And there was a really good Thai Elvis impersonator.


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