The Thai government has locked down the nation with a 9pm - 5am curfew. Last night the police rolled down our soi and closed the Full Moon Bar. The two officers told the local beer drinkers to drink up and go home. Moon, the buxom owner, instructed her clientele to heed the officers. I carried Fenway my son across the street and climbed to our top floor apartment. The lights went out in the Full Moon, but the drinkers remained at their tables. They were anarchists in a time of chaos as were the children playing badminton outside their townhouses. I went to sleep with my son and Mam, each slightly distant from the other. It is the hot season.
The night passed peacefully in Jomtien.
And Walking Street experienced a second night of enforced puritanism.
No short-times, no long times, no arrests for drugs or robberies or fights or any wrong-doings of any kind. Old-timers can't recall the Last Babylon shut down for a single night and the do-gooders ie condo investors desperate to resurrect Pattayamust be questioning the city council if the curfew or haam aawk naawk baan yaam wi gaan could be installed 24/7. Babylon will fall under such an edict and punters will flee the shopping mall metropolis for Angeles City in the Philippines.
The Crystal Palace awaits them with open arms and bare thighs.
Hundreds of eager dancing girls and I noticed in this photo only a few westerner gits.
Note the two bald geezers in the foreground.
"So many women. So few Viagra."
Curfew or not the Old Roue of Bangkok is making his way down here for the weekend with two of his concubines. I look forward to seeing the philosopher of the East in the last days of Babylon.
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