Loy Krathong 2001

Loy Krathong 2001 I spent the festival of light with the worst girlfriend of Pattaya.

Three months earlier Mam and I met at a bar. I only had another week in Thailand. My next stop was Kathmandu.

In bed Maam said sadly, “Why you go mountains, when you can climb me?”

There were a thousands of reasons, but I answered, “I not go to Himalayas. I stay with you. It was a big mistake, but wew had a few good months.

For Loi Krathong she dressed in Thai finery.

Maam resembled a handmaiden to the goddess of water.

Even on a street where women serviced ‘farangs’ like me.

We drank at her go-go bar

Maam danced on the steel pole.

A Sạkh khiw bạs̄ or succubus on the prowl for sinners.

Mark knew her too.

I joked that she was danger.

It was more of a warning than a joke, but she was good to her kids and in the morning she was a goddess to a man with a hangover.

I should have know better, because we both had more than a little fiend in us than friend.

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