The bus to Pattaya and gateui (lady boy)
It's 6:00 AM I'm sitting in Bangkok’s Northern (Mo Chit) bus station awaiting the 7:15 bus to Pattaya. INot a morning kind of guy so six o’clockAM is like the middle of the night to me and the coffee I’m sipping just doesn’t have enough punch to get the lingering cobwebs of a night of doing the bars of soi Cowboy pushed away.
Then for a moment my foggy mind clears enough to capture a vision of Thai loveliness walking through the half light of the bus terminal, dressed to the nines, short skirt showing shapely legs, with blond streaked, ink black hair cascaded down her back. From my seat in the terminal I only got a brief look before the vision passed out of sight and in to the stations coffee shop. Not much going on, so with just time to kill I toss my backpack over my shoulder
and headed over to the coffee shop for a second cup of coffee and to get a clearer look at what I had just watched walk by. I was rewarded with a coffee and best yet a nod and a smile from my latest love.
As I tried to shush Mr. Ego’s shouting, they all want you Doug, Mr. Reality chims in, evening clothes this early in the morning, something is little strange here. Then on closer observation, yikes - did I see a faint shadow of a beard? As I craned to get a better look, my vision spoke a greeting to me in Thai spoken with a feminine, lilted male voice, embarrassed, I nodded, trying to hide my surprise and disappointment as I scurried out of the coffee shop and back to my seat. Where I then attempted to disappear into the book I held in front of me as my mind milled over the morning’s craziness and damn it’s still only a quarter after six. Anyway, I’m thinking that I’ll be on the bus soon, leaving all this behind.
Oh ya, here we go, board the bus, grab the first row seat across from the driver, allowing me an unobstructed view out the window and I’m so happy with my good luck I forgot about everything else. Making myself busy getting my cameras ready and took little notice as my seat mate slid in next to me. As I’m puttering away with my camera, out of the corner of my eye I notice the disapproving looks of some of the older Thai women boarding the bus. I then glance over at my seat mate who is now leaning on my shoulder, ca damn it’s the gateui (lady boy) from the bus station. From the look on her/his face I could tell she was enjoying the attention and my discomfort and as I moved closer to the window so did she, a smile for everyone boarding, as to say, this is my guy.
So one more proof "be carful of what you ask for as you might get it" even at Bangkok's Northern bus stationion early in the morning.
Original posted Wednesday, October 13, 2010
