If I had been born a Thai male….
Chinese neighborhood in…
Penang Thailand, Pattaya.
These last few days I have become a bit inactive as far as the Hot Mommas go, shunning their incessant attention on the boulevard. My mind full with worries about my Karmic health.
Shit, had I been born an Asian I wouldn’t have been in this mental mess, had I been born an Asian male I would have understood the Asian concept so much better. Or maybe I would have cared less about the plight of the Isaan sisterhood. I would probably look down on them with contempt, scr*w my b*lls off and get their hard earned money for moonshine whiskey, take it off them by force if necesary never mind the two or three babies she has got back in Buriram or Qurat that desperately need food and education.
I’m tempted to go back into a few past life cycles to find out if maybe my fascination with these always smiling Hot Mommas might have something to do with a past life cycle as a Hot Momma myself. Maybe the real reason of my f*cked-up dream world, maybe why i feel so much compasion for the harsh life they experience in this reality.
But 
sign in Penang
figure it out for yourself.then to accomplish something as complicated as visting your past life cycles for a stupid European raised Farang like me needs years of dedicated Vipassana meditation and I am way…..too lazy for that sort of mental work!!!
Still….I’m happy enough with my Farang excistence in the here and now even though I know fully well these ravished female Thai faces will follow my through Morpheus’ realm for the remainder of my time on this male controled world.
I know fully well – given the dough necesary to finance these yearly trips my friends back home are so jealous about – I’ll keep coming to Asia, back to this Male Paradise called Pattaya for as long as my physical health will allow, maybe even settle down here for real, say three to six months a year would be just fine.
Meanwhile I could keep doing my little trips on the side, a two or three month bicycle tour in the USA, maybe another cannoe trip down the Gambia River using Banjul as a starting point, sleeping in my cannoe under an African moon while fighting off a completely different type of female entity, not Asian Hot Mommas bent 
more Chinese
in Penang, houses built over the sea on wooden floorson Dutch nationality or maybe just the contents of my wallet but African female mozzies intend on my Msungu blood for their reproductive purposes.
I could think of some other delightfull trips but I believe the message is coming across just fine!!!
