ChristianPFC almost gets assaulted/robbed
The following events took place around 00:45 on Thursday
27.02.2014. The Thai man’s pronunciation was very poor, even after several
repeats half of it was unintelligible, but I could understand the other half
and guess what he wants to say. His speech and behavior was uncommon, but there
were no signs of inebriation.
I am coming back from a day in Sathorn and walk the usual
way, a long alley. About 20 m behind me, a man shouts hello to me. (I don’t
know if he was walking there anyway or saw me walking past and came out of his
house.) I stop, wait until he reaches me and say hello. He gently grabs my
arm for a second. We walk towards my place and talk (with a lot of “can you say
that again” and “I don’t understand”). After some minutes, I get it: he has a
boy for me!
The encounter was 500 m away from where I live, the message
that I like boys has spread far. If you draw a circle with 500 m radius, there
are 10,000 Thais living in there! Worse, once I was walking 2 km away from my
place, but just 200 m from where Mee and his friends live, half a year after I
met them, and overheard Thais talk about me: he likes boys and pays them 300
Baht (or something with similar meaning, I don’t know if he was approving or
disapproving of this).
The news of me whoring around has spread far in my area.
Despicable. (The gossip, not the whoring!)
The man now walks in front of me and I follow him through
the back alley (instead of taking the main road, still busy, just 20 m
parallel). He asks for 1000 Baht for the boy (I don’t comment on this, have to
see the boy first, event then plenty of room for negotiation), I ask for
details and finally for picture. (The most important part, I should not have
entered the talk without picture, chances are 100 to 1 that the boy is not my
type, making all talk futile.) He doesn’t have a picture. We exchange phone
numbers. I want to give him my number (so I don’t have to take out my phone,
now with hindsight this was unconscious feeling of danger), but he tells me
his phone number so I type it into my phone, along with his name and the name
of the boys (different name than when I first asked).
Listening to him is tiring, I tell him I want to go to bed,
and not free tomorrow and he can call me when he has a picture or the boy. (repeat
a few times) But he doesn’t leave me alone. Now we are walking on the open
square in the middle of the housing area. He asks for money for bus for the boy
to come here, I deny. (repeat a few times) From my point of view,
conversation is over, but he doesn’t leave me alone. He tells me he is special
police, tamruat. I repeat: special police, tamruat, I understand. (repeat a
few times)
I have an idea where this is leading, only 200 m until I
reach the entrance of my building, where a night guard sits all night. He asks
for my passport. I tell him my passport is in my room (true, but even if I had
my passport with me I wouldn’t have shown it to him). He tries to grab into my
pocket (trouser, right side, where I put my phone back, obviously he wants to
steal it). I grab his hand, and his other hand. But our hands are not
interlocked, so I release his hands and run.
Both of us are in flip-flops, so none has an advantage
shoe-wise, but I am a good runner and in better shape than he. After a few
meters he gets a grab of my T-shirt. While I am thinking (sacrifice the
T-shirt, keep him at that distance, stop to get loose), he gets his other hand
on my head, dislodging my glasses. Now I cry: help, help! And he immediately
releases me and walks back.
Even at night, there are people around, and just 50 m away
two Thai men appear. I tell them I am fine and that man tried to steal my
mobile phone.
I got away lucky. If shouting hadn’t discouraged him, we
would have been wrestling until someone came to my help. I have no experience
in fighting, and I am disadvantaged with a bag and glasses.
What would my dear readers do if they were followed and
chatted up by a shady character with dubious intentions, alone (apart from the shady
character) at night?
My advice? Don't be so horny
ReplyDeletemay be a good idea to move to a different area and be more discrete so this kind of thing doesn't happen
ReplyDeleteMove back to Germany and crawl back under the rock that you came from.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely you are too brave , I'd not discuss any flesh rents in such circumstances nor exchange any phone numbers, may be you are not too horny but too curious definitely.
ReplyDeleteReputation for hiring boys for 300 or whatever is not something you like to bear in dark places well past midnight close to where you live, Saranrom seems o be safer places.
Disregard unkind comment of second anonymous, for some people only way of easing constipation is trying to offend others
You should not have entered the talk, period. That's where this sentence of yours should have ended. If a stranger said hello to me at night, I'd simply keep walking. If it's unavoidable to acknowledge the greeting, I'd just give a friendly nod and still keep walking.
ReplyDeleteI'd move and change my habits a bit (not back to Germany, to be clear, just to another part of Bangkok where nobody knows you yet). Are you familiar with the phrase, "Don't shit where you eat"? In that spirit, I'd keep whoring wherever whoring is commonly done (Saran Rom, Silom, ...), but not in my own neighborhood.
Be more careful, seriously. You end up in precarious situations far too often. Others live in Bangkok for years or decades without experiencing any of it even once.