Met the most beautiful and ugliest woman in Bangkok yesterday. The ugliest won out over the most beautiful in terms of charm. The most beautiful was in the skytrain, the metro transport above the ground. A Barbie doll, everything about her was beautiful. Perfect skin, beautiful eyelashes, eyes, nose. King Henry Tudor VIII had confiscated the subway to own it. With downcast eyes as if afraid of her own beauty, she stood beside me.
She crept out of the train in a stooped position. Nothing proud and proud of what she owned. I don't think any man would dare approach her. She was too beautiful to want to make contact with her. She was about 20 years old.
In the evening I ate in a Thai restaurant, in one of the side streets, near the apartment. It had passed into new hands for the umpteenth time. To my surprise it was full because there's never a person there, but the food is usually good.
The ugliest woman, about 50 or 60, was waiting. She turned out to be from America, name Tony. She had two Softenon arms, four teeth, she was fat, short and had a crooked back. But she packed the whole restaurant with her charm. And what she couldn't carry with those arms: bottles of beer, plates of food. And a happy word and a smile for everyone. Everyone was happy with her. We even went to help her, because she couldn't handle it alone. The boss, an Englishman, did not expect it to be so full. I ended up washing up with her in the kitchen, because there were no clean plates left.
It turned out she had been living in Bangkok for six years. Had visited her brother, who was passing through in Bangkok, and she had simply stayed. Fell in love with Bangkok and worked all kinds of jobs to stay alive. Due to the crisis, she lost her official job. She could work here because she spoke English. A plus for the boss, who dared to hire her. A plus for her, because of the flair with such an appearance. So positive to go through life. The impact that has on people is fascinating.
What I'd like is for the prettiest girl I've seen to run that restaurant with her. That seems to me the best Utopia, then the most beautiful one also gets a little more self-confidence.
Motorboys, they do everything that God has forbidden
Life is meaningless to me in Bangkok without the motorboys. Traffic is constantly stuck, and especially the last few days I drive from hot to her to arrange things. It also gives a kick to drive very fast through traffic and to maneuver through all the car traffic like circus acrobats. And no car mirror is hit. It also goes without words. I usually carry notes with me telling me where to go. In Thai of course. I already have the money ready. Usually 100 bath, and they always agree.
The one thing I always want to do smoothly and gracefully is to hop on the saddle with a high leg. Helmet on and drive, because if a rickety old granny climbs on it, I don't want them. She tough, me tough too.
They do everything that God has forbidden: on the pedestrian path, through small roads that give me a very good picture of what Bangkok looks like outside the center. Beautiful, often with a lot of green. Sometimes I have a day where I write notes from all kinds of suburbs, which has made Bangkok mean something different to me thanks to the bikers. Then I take another one and it goes to another suburb.
I'm just not allowed to touch them, so my hands are on my knees. Sometimes it's so creepy that I accidentally squeeze their waist hard when things go too fast. Even with that 39 degree heat hitting you like smoke, it's still mesmerizing.
When you have to wait at the traffic light and we are waiting between the hundreds of motorboys with all those closed faces without any emotion, well wrapped against the hot sun; no air-conditioned taxi can compete with that. It's a kind of freedom kick that I can hardly explain.
I often do this in Bangkok, because you can go anywhere with this kind of transport. You are not bothered by the rush hour, no nagging with taxi drivers. Never mind: where are you from? Everything goes without words. They want bath and I want to go everywhere without being stuck for hours. So thailand blog readers try it, it is really recommended.
Submitted by Thea de Vegte
I've done it several times and I really liked it!
For no gold, rather be stuck in traffic for an hour sitting in the refrigerated taxi, than five minutes behind such a crazy motorcycle taxi; but wish you a lot of fun, to each his own, isn't it….
you are a man after my own heart!!!!
that's how you should experience BKK and Thailand and not as a tourist with a fat wallet in his pocket.
I have occasionally also driven around BKK with a “motosike” taxi, but not really as you describe those shortcuts.
what i do remember of one was a perfect acrobat who took me on his vehicle for at least half an hour WITHOUT setting foot anywhere and not even at traffic lights!!!! he always maneuvered in such a way that he could go between everything and then continue his way first in the front row. NEVER experienced before.
I found your story about that "ugliest" girl but with the most beautiful character simply moving.
a wonderful story. congratulations for your comment! keep it up haha.