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Stories about SEX in THAILAND with HOOKERS

4. "Bad Guys"

Sometimes you meet good guys on your travels, sometimes bad guys.

I met one of the latter variety whom I’ll call BG (to protect the guilty & my ass !).

First initial actually represents his country, second initial - guy. Bad guy from B..............I won’t reveal his country cause that would be unfair, as all persons from his country are not like BG. (and persons from that country would inundate me with Emails telling me so )

I met him at one of my favourite Restaurants in Chiangrai some years ago. Keen to talk to a foreigner, he invited himself to my table. Being an ‘open book’ by nature, and keen to listen to fellow travellers, I was initially pleased to have him join my table.

As time went by he explained that he had worked in Africa and told me about his sex experiences there whilst in the employ of one of the African States as an Engineer. Some of these sexploits were unsavoury , and so I’m not going to introduce them here. You wouldn’t be amused by what he did in Africa.

He had a wife back in B...... , yet to join him , and to put it in his words, he was "making hay whilst the sun shone", ie, having as much extramarital sex as possible before her arrival in Chiangrai , with their first born and yet unseen (by him) child.

He wasn’t keen on becoming a Daddy and wasn’t looking forward to his reunion with the wife, cause he’d found his form of ‘paradise’ in Thailand. Little did he know , at the time , his kind of 'paradise' would turn into hell.

Anyway , for the time being and on this first (and last) encounter with this person , He told me a story which started out rather innocently but ended up rather sinister. When he got to the sinister part I never made any comment, as its one of my basic techniques to let people have enough rope to hang themselves. If you stop them mid stream they are likely to clam up and I prefer to learn just how bad or otherwise someone is , and so do not interrupt them. So, I let BG tell me everything he wanted to, and it was as follows :

He’d worked his way into the Hilltribe areas just beyond Chiangrai and befriended certain villagers, offering to lay water pipes right to the village doorstep. Good samaritan that he was , he backtracked to Chiangrai and purchased the necessary pump, piping, fixtures and tools, returned to the village where he would utilise his engineering skills.

It took a couple of weeks in the hot tropics to complete the project, and when he turned the tap on in the village and water sprang out, the villagers were ecstatic. No more carrying water long distances. This is the stuff more foreigners should do, I’m sure you would agree. I have done my share of good samaritan stuff in Thailand and elsewhere but never laid pipes.

Now the bad part.

BG then thought he was owed a favour , and propositioned a father to hand over his child daughter for sexual purposes. The father agreed , and BG slept in that mans hut over night, but try as he did the young girl resisted BG, beating and punching him with all her might. A tiny little girl beating off a 5’ 10" giant, she must have been a brave girl , and good on her.

BG was forced to give up attempts to have sex with the girl when she started to scream out for all to hear.

He complained next morning to the father about the amount of money, time etc he had spent without any ‘return’ for his investment. In consideration of the great work he had done for the village as a whole, could he have a replacement girl (child) ?

Fortunately the reaction of the father and the rest of the villagers was to ignore BG‘s request and presence in the village, he eventually got the message and moved out. BG told me "I had a good mind to rip up the pipes and bring them back to Chiangrai".

Amazing isn’t it how some people can creep into their own little imaginary world and believe it is the real world. BG told me all this with a straight face, no emotion, just as if it was a normal conversation and more importantly, that myself a complete stranger to him , would think it normal too.

I couldn’t resist giving BG my opinion on the matter ,and needless to say he left my table in a huff and never spoke to me ever again (thankfully) , even though he saw me on a number of occasions at the same Restaurant. I made a point of telling the Restaurant owner to make sure he never sat at my table again. Apparently he invited himself to my table in the first place , cause he knew that no one else at that Restaurant would let him sit at their table.

The story is not over yet, though.

I returned to Chiangrai a couple of years later and dined at the same Restaurant and enquired with the owner as to the whereabouts of BG. Curious to find out if he had got himself into trouble with the Thai people or authorities.

The owner said that BG recruited a child girl as housemaid and sex slave , then BG’s wife arrived in Chiangrai with new born baby in hand.

Possibly to keep the wife away from his child concubine, BG checked his wife and himself into a classy Chiangrai Hotel .Maybe he told his wife he has yet to find a suitable house for her and the new born baby ? Don’t know.

It came to pass that one day BG’s wife was found hanging in the hotel room.

Local Police were suspicious, and reported the death and circumstances to the police authorities in BG’s home country.

Police from BG’s (and his wifes) home country came out to Thailand, had a chat with Thai police , investigated the death and came to the conclusion that BG had murdered his wife.

BG was handcuffed and taken back to his home country, where it is believed he is still imprisoned.

In retrospect we can confidently say he was a mental case.

It’s not often you have a chat with someone in a Restaurant and he turns out to be a murderer.

And yet this story has got a further twist to it yet.

The owner of the Restaurant and friend of mine at the time..........did a 'runner'.........back to his home country in Europe .......taking with him U$4000 of my money that I had (foolishly) invested in his Restaurant. Apparently there was much more than that owing to other Farangs too.

Some years even later still , I was innocently sitting down having breakfast in another Restaurant in Chiangrai and an Americano from a nearby table struck up conversation with me. It turns out he got 'stung' by the same Restauranter too. He told me something I did not know, that the charming Restauranter whom we both trusted , was an ex con , who had spent time in prison in his home country for car thefts.

Add to that , the motorbike that the Americano had parked outside the Restaurant was mine , which he had 'bought' off the ex friend Restauranter before he too was 'stung'. Nothing I could do about the U$4000 or the motorbike.

A fool and his money , soon parts company : )

The people you meet. Restauranter and 'mine host' , a car thief and con man . Fellow diner a child abuser and murderer. All this in quiet little Chiangrai , a place where people go to 'get away from it all'.

There is no escape : )

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