Never get bored of the border..
“Mos Eisley spaceport: You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious.” – Obi Wan Kenobi – Star Wars.
I’m reading a book at the moment called Cocaine Nights, by a British author called J.G Ballard. He’s the dude who wrote the books Empire of the Sun & Crash, both of which were later made into films. (The latter quite controversially – it’s about people who get their jollies by shagging car crash corpses). The narrator opens the book by describing how much he likes border towns. The feeling is mutual.
I’m in Nong Khai – the Thai town just across the Mekhong river from the Laos capital Vientiane. I wasn’t supposed to be here. It wasn’t part of my plan…
I woke up this morning in my Bangkok hotel room, & packed my bag. I had breakfast with my friend John, and then headed off alone to the airport. A few hours later I arrived in Udon Thani in the northeast of Thailand. A minibus then brought me to Nong Khai bus station from where I intended to catch a bus headed west alongside the Mekhong to the chilled-out town of Sang Khom. It was all so easy in my head. So damn simple.
“Bus to Sang Khom?” I asked hopefully to anyone who looked remotely official.
“Tomorrow” replied anyone who looked remotely unofficial.
There being no timetable for me to check, I took them at their word & got a cool looking tuk-tuk to a local hotel. I figured it might be worth asking the dude in the lobby if he knew anything about buses. Turns out he knew loads. Better yet, he knew it all in english. He told me that whilst it were true that there were no more buses to Sang Khom today, there were plenty of buses to Loei which went through Sang Khom.
“Ahhhhhhh”
So back I get on another cool looking tuk-tuk to the bus station.
“Bus to Loei?”
“Tomorrow”
So back I get on another cool looking tuk-tuk to the hotel.
I check in. I realise I haven’t eaten in hours. Guidebook recommends a Vietnamese restaurant where you roll your own spring rolls. Cool. Shame the guidebook is 2 years out of date. Never mind. I see a sign that says Good Food. I know that no-one would lie about a thing like that. So in I go. I’m shown to a seat overlooking the Mekhong. Laos is a stones throw anyway. (You’d have to have a pretty powerful arm to actually hit it though). I order fish. They bring it to me in a dish shaped like a fish. I really dig that. Next time I want my steak in a dish shaped like a cow. A few K’s up the river is a bridge that links Thailand & Laos. It’s called the freindship bridge. You might assume that a bridge called the friendship bridge that links 2 countries in the spirit of friendship would be called the Thai-Laos friendship bridge. You’d be wrong. It’s called the Thai-Australian friendship bridge. The Aussies stumped up a lot of the cash for it apparently.
So. Border towns. The grey zones between X & Y. The places where anything goes. & I’m here unexpectedly. I could catch up on some sleep or watch HBO on the telly. But I’m not going to do that. I’m going to find me a bit of action. I could smuggle some heroin across into Laos. I could pick a fight with some ladyboys. But these options sound a little tame. I feel like I have to do something bigger & bolder. & I happen to know just the thing. I’m gonna find me a karaoke bar!
Let me just take a moment to explain about karaoke in Thailand. It’s absolutely huge. Thai people adore karaoke. Every town has several karaoke bars. Music shops have whole sections selling karaoke CD’s. I spent half an hour yesterday in a karaoke “booth” in a mall in Bangkok with my old mate Freddie. These are soundproofed, transparent rooms with some seriously powerful speakers where you belt your little cotton socks off. We were jumping around, falling to our knees, swinging the mikes & generally acting like plonkers. The Thai people in the other booths were taking it really seriously!
Its time to go. I can smell the insanity of this place from here. I need to hit those streets..
Tags: Karaoke, Nong Khai, Thailand, Thailand
The Dude
You better be singing Torn by Natalie Umbroughlie or i;’m going to come over to thailand and personally remove your pancreas with only sansung for aneasthetic .
Your posts are too long, i cant be bothered reading them any more. I’m just gonna post abuse, because its fun.
You’re a dirty toerag who tickles trout for that acute adrenaline factor in his penis.
Don’t listen to Nemenyi the enemy, your posts aren’t too long. I have f all to do all day so don’t shorten your posts. Also Bucky, you know Karoake bars are just a cover for prostitutes, so I think you should publish the real reason for frequenting them, YOU DIRTBIRD.
i agree with rambo, your stories brighten up my day and make me dream of places and adventures far away….did you like my rhyme?? anyway, i personally would have to disagree on the whole border town issue, i reckon they tend to be empty holes without a soul…but this is just my experience in the one in Cambodia across from Laos, can’t remember what it was called. Also, whats the next challenge??? xxxxxxxxxxx
Yeah..you may be right about the border town thing Flic. After all that bravado crap about smelling the insanity & needing to hit the streets I took a quick stroll around town & then went to bed coz I had an early start…Doh!
As for your next challenge…hmmm. You’ve put me on the spot. I’ll give it a bit of thought & drop you a line when I have something suitable..
BUcky!!!