It was seven-ish and I was sitting in a nice-enough room overlooking the front doorway to the pub above which I had just moved in. The pub was the Pig and Whistle on Soi 7 in Pattaya. Across the lane was a large hole, which they were hoping to build a hotel in and next door to that, right opposite me, was a tiny bar with one woman sitting on a stool outside it. Not that there was a wall there, it was open on two sides. The Soi was lovely and peaceful, I thought. I also thought that I might go and sit in that little bar and talk to that woman, if my friend was late, because I would surely see him arrive from two metres away, the width of the Soi.
So, I went to the bar in the pub at 19:15 to await my friend who said he would meet me at 20:00. It was much busier than thirty minutes earlier but not noisy and I sat at the bar. The first thing a barmaid did was say hello, give me a menu and step back. I did not really want to eat, I only wanted a beer as I presumed we would be dining together later, but I wanted to read the menu anyway.
'A pint of Boddington's', I said. It arrived and the girl started laying a setting for me. I tried to say that I was not hungry, but it was no good. Like in Spain, most people eat and drink at the same time. All the while the girl was smiling at me. Then she said: 'You live upstairs? My name Charli. What you want to eat?'. So, I gave in and ordered something and rice.
'You first time in Thailand? You no can eat. Too spicy', she said with a grin. 'Oh', I replied, 'but I want to try. 'I put only 50-50 for you', she declared and was gone.
I battled my way through that meal and it took a Boddingtons and a bottle of water. Charli had been accurate, it was too hot for first-time foreigners and she had reduced the chilis by 50%. I have always heeded a Thai's guidance on food ever since.
I changed seat to by the window to see what was happening as it was dark by 19:30 and I was curious. Within thirty minutes Soi 7 had transformed itself completely. I could see hundreds of ladies and tourists walking about. I wanted to go out and join in or at least sit in the quiet bar across the way, but I'm ashamed to say that I was too frightened, so I sat put, rivetted to the Pig like a rabbit in a hunter's beam.
My friend walked in on time and after we had been chatting for an hour, he said: 'Drink up, I have someone I want you to meet'. This was it, we were going into that mele. A waitress held the door for us and the racket and the heat were terrific. Particularly the noise. Every metre at least two or three girls would yell: 'Hello, sexy man, you want a drink'. Trying to say no courteously to each call was impossible, so I just stuck close to my pal.
Fortunately, we only had about fifty metres to stroll and we sat down in another bar. My friend said hello to several women and then said, this a girl I have been going out with for some time. I was astounded as I had never heard him talk about her, ever. She was gorgeous, but could not speak English, so I sat in the din in silence. Not for long through, as my friend said, I have a blind date for you and he introduced another girl to me who was equally beautiful, but with whom I could speak a little. She was captivating and I was captivated. The pandemonium seemed to die away, but it was only because I was concentrating on my new friend. The four of us had the best time and the best food I had ever had in my forty-nine years of existence.
So, I went to the bar in the pub at 19:15 to await my friend who said he would meet me at 20:00. It was much busier than thirty minutes earlier but not noisy and I sat at the bar. The first thing a barmaid did was say hello, give me a menu and step back. I did not really want to eat, I only wanted a beer as I presumed we would be dining together later, but I wanted to read the menu anyway.
'A pint of Boddington's', I said. It arrived and the girl started laying a setting for me. I tried to say that I was not hungry, but it was no good. Like in Spain, most people eat and drink at the same time. All the while the girl was smiling at me. Then she said: 'You live upstairs? My name Charli. What you want to eat?'. So, I gave in and ordered something and rice.
'You first time in Thailand? You no can eat. Too spicy', she said with a grin. 'Oh', I replied, 'but I want to try. 'I put only 50-50 for you', she declared and was gone.
I battled my way through that meal and it took a Boddingtons and a bottle of water. Charli had been accurate, it was too hot for first-time foreigners and she had reduced the chilis by 50%. I have always heeded a Thai's guidance on food ever since.
I changed seat to by the window to see what was happening as it was dark by 19:30 and I was curious. Within thirty minutes Soi 7 had transformed itself completely. I could see hundreds of ladies and tourists walking about. I wanted to go out and join in or at least sit in the quiet bar across the way, but I'm ashamed to say that I was too frightened, so I sat put, rivetted to the Pig like a rabbit in a hunter's beam.
My friend walked in on time and after we had been chatting for an hour, he said: 'Drink up, I have someone I want you to meet'. This was it, we were going into that mele. A waitress held the door for us and the racket and the heat were terrific. Particularly the noise. Every metre at least two or three girls would yell: 'Hello, sexy man, you want a drink'. Trying to say no courteously to each call was impossible, so I just stuck close to my pal.
Fortunately, we only had about fifty metres to stroll and we sat down in another bar. My friend said hello to several women and then said, this a girl I have been going out with for some time. I was astounded as I had never heard him talk about her, ever. She was gorgeous, but could not speak English, so I sat in the din in silence. Not for long through, as my friend said, I have a blind date for you and he introduced another girl to me who was equally beautiful, but with whom I could speak a little. She was captivating and I was captivated. The pandemonium seemed to die away, but it was only because I was concentrating on my new friend. The four of us had the best time and the best food I had ever had in my forty-nine years of existence.
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