Who (smiles) does not smile who looks at man
Bangkok around 17.00 pm and time for a suggestive as one of my good friends calls an alcoholic pre-dinner drink.
People from Isaan – Piak and Taai
Piak looks up disturbed when he feels raindrops falling again. It has been rainy for days, the showers fall with the regularity of the clock. He is standing in the middle of a rice field up to his knees in water, the mixed bag that must pass for work clothes is soaking wet. His back hurts from bending over for weeks, hands and feet feel like sponges and are full of cracks.
People from Isaan – Ut
One of the villagers who fascinates The Inquisitor the most is Ut. Still a fairly young man, thirty-seven years old now. The first meeting was during the period that De Inquisitor and lief were building, almost four years ago. Commute between Pattaya and the village, staying here for two weeks each time. Supervising construction – which was far too slow, often nothing happened. If you had to do something and we thought it best to frequent the village and surroundings often, get to know people. Liefje-sweet knew everyone, but especially from her own age group of course. Ut was part of a cheerful young gang who enjoyed life.
People from Isan – a monk
There is a temple complex about a mile away from the Inquisitor's house. A pleasant walk, five hundred meters along the connecting street and then you turn right on a red dirt road. You then enter a large wooded area. Old trees, valuable wood that is not cut down. The further down the road, the darker, because the trees are getting closer together. The sun may shine exuberantly, it is leafy, always just a little cooler. At one point you come to a gate – which is always open, besides, you might as well enter next to that gate, there is no other fence. There's something mysterious about that gate. Why is it there?
People from Isaan – Wan
Wan is marked by the harsh and poverty-stricken Isan outdoor life. Hard head, coarse long hair, dark brown skin. She often drives around on a rickety and banging moped, looking for free. Her everyday clothes are worn and discolored. You can hardly put age on it, she might as well be sixty-five as forty-five.
People from Isan – poa Wat
People from Isan – Manas
Manaas is one of those people who were born in the wrong place. Intelligent, but poor schooling. He has a broad view of the world, is not locked into a narrow Isan mindset. And is content with his fate despite realizing it could have been different.