TheGrinchSR wrote: Or you need to learn the local language well and find yourself a village sweetheart.

its why i go to school here lol

phuketrichard wrote:

Jamie_Lambo wrote:

TheGrinchSR wrote: Or you need to learn the local language well and find yourself a village sweetheart.

its why i go to school here lol

so ur plans are to marry a local lass, that does not speak English and move in with her family, grow rice/ raise pigs and raise 4 or 5 local kids and live off the land?
sound like a great plan

Jamie ain't no fool, he's gonna keep a close eye on em cow and water bufalo to come

Not really funny or shocking, but maybe a little weird in an old SEA sort of way, brought to mind by the 'when I die' thread...

Sihanoukville 1995-96. Knew an Aussie known as Big John there. Covered with tattoos, probably a bikey, but at least to me and all with whom I saw him interact, a soft spoken, well liked, gentle sort of fellow. Probably had some history though I never heard an ill word. The kind of guy Gavin would call a 'top bloke.' He, like most, had a taste for the local girls, but he rather liked them on the older side, 30+, mamasans and such. He also liked to be in a 'relationship,' not a new girl every other day like many. He would stay with a girl 6 months or a year and then dump her for a change. He had been with the little mama from the Victoria brothel for about a year when he dumped her for a slightly younger model. The mama was very sad, but not really angry as she new his style. Yet she warned him repeatedly about the new one, how she was a dangerous player, but he didn't listen. Several months later John turned up murdered in his apartment in PP, clearly tortured, his dick in his mouth, shot with his own gun. Front page of Raksmei Kampuchea as a suicide. I don't know what happened to the body.

A year or two later, drinking late one night at Angkor Arms, the place closed at midnight (as it did back then) and there was no other place in town open except maybe the brothels. So I went up to Victoria, which was dead quiet. No customers. Just the little mama (John's ex) sitting out front and a couple of girls sleeping in their chairs. I stopped and ordered a beer and sat drinking with the little mama till the early hours. The conversation eventually turned to John, his strange barang ways, his insistence on eating barang food like hamburgers with ketchup and relish which she found odd and a bit disgusting, how she warned him about "that girl," and how she loved and missed him. She then mentioned that she was "taking care of him." I asked what that meant and she tried to describe it, but on my failing to understand she said "follow me." We went back to her room in the brothel, and there in the corner was a little shrine to John, a photo of him and incense, a couple of packs of cigarettes and an old bic lighter he had left, and a small pile of little condiment packages from some fast food place that he had probably brought himself from Thailand or Aus or somewhere - ketchup, relish, mustard, etc. She picked up one of the relish packages, talked of how he loved this one and began to cry. It was SEA weird and sweet and sad and brought a tear to my eye.

LTO wrote:Not really funny or shocking, but maybe a little weird in an old SEA sort of way, brought to mind by the 'when I die' thread'...

Sihanoukville 1995-96. Knew an Aussie known as Big John there. Covered with tattoos, probably a bikey, but at least to me and all with whom I saw him interact, a soft spoken, well liked, gentle sort of fellow. Probably had some history though I never heard an ill word. The kind of guy Gavin would call a 'top bloke.' He, like most, had a taste for the local girls, but he rather liked them on the older side, 30+, mamasans and such. He also liked to be in a 'relationship,' not a new girl every other day like many. He would stay with a girl 6 months or a year and then dump her for a change. He had been with the little mama from the Victoria brothel for about a year when he dumped her for a slightly younger model. The mama was very sad, but not really angry as she new his style. Yet she warned him repeatedly about the new one, how she was a dangerous player, but he didn't listen. Several months later John turned up murdered in his apartment in PP, clearly tortured, his dick in his mouth, shot with his own gun. Front page of Raksmei Kampuchea as a suicide. I don't know what happened to the body.

A year or two later, drinking late one night at Angkor Arms, the place closed at midnight (as it did back then) and there was no other place in town open except maybe the brothels. So I went up to Victoria, which was dead quiet. No customers. Just the little mama (John's ex) sitting out front and a couple of girls sleeping in their chairs. I stopped and ordered a beer and sat drinking with the little mama till the early hours. The conversation eventually turned to John, his strange barang ways, his insistence on eating barang food like hamburgers with ketchup and relish which she found odd and a bit disgusting, how she warned him about "that girl," and how she loved and missed him. She then mentioned that she was "taking care of him." I asked what that meant and she tried to describe it, but on my failing understand she said "follow me." We went back to her room in the brothel, and there in the corner was a little shrine to John, a photo of him and incense, a couple of packs of cigarettes and an old bic lighter he had left, and a small pile of little condiment packages from some fast fast place that he had probably brought himself from Thailand or Aus or somewhere - ketchup, relish, mustard, etc. She picked up one of the relish packages, talked of how he loved this one and began to cry. It was SEA weird and sweet and sad and brought a tear to my eye.

more importantly what happend to that psycho girl?!

Barang_doa_slae wrote:

phuketrichard wrote:

Jamie_Lambo wrote:

TheGrinchSR wrote: Or you need to learn the local language well and find yourself a village sweetheart.

its why i go to school here lol

so ur plans are to marry a local lass, that does not speak English and move in with her family, grow rice/ raise pigs and raise 4 or 5 local kids and live off the land?
sound like a great plan

Jamie ain't no fool, he's gonna keep a close eye on em cow and water bufalo to come

ive already started saving for the Tlai Tuk Doh

Jamie_Lambo wrote:more importantly what happend to that psycho girl?!

You mean the new one that was probably involved in the murder? Never saw her again. She hadn't been around that long. Wasn't one of the regulars and not sure where John found her. At the time the rumor was that it was her husband (or Khmer lover) that had murdered John, probably in her presence, out of jealousy or robbery or both, and then they just disappeared back to the provinces as criminal did back then (and sometimes still do.)

LTO wrote:

Jamie_Lambo wrote:more importantly what happend to that psycho girl?!

You mean the new one that was probably involved in the murder? Never saw her again. She hadn't been around that long. Wasn't one of the regulars and not sure where John found her. At the time the rumor was that it was her husband (or Khmer lover) that had murdered John, probably in her presence, out of jealousy or robbery or both, and then they just disappeared back to the provinces as criminal did back then (and sometimes still do.)

scary shit that ay! fuck!

LTO wrote:Not really funny or shocking, but maybe a little weird in an old SEA sort of way, brought to mind by the 'when I die' thread'...

Sihanoukville 1995-96. Knew an Aussie known as Big John there. Covered with tattoos, probably a bikey, but at least to me and all with whom I saw him interact, a soft spoken, well liked, gentle sort of fellow. Probably had some history though I never heard an ill word. The kind of guy Gavin would call a 'top bloke.' He, like most, had a taste for the local girls, but he rather liked them on the older side, 30+, mamasans and such. He also liked to be in a 'relationship,' not a new girl every other day like many. He would stay with a girl 6 months or a year and then dump her for a change. He had been with the little mama from the Victoria brothel for about a year when he dumped her for a slightly younger model. The mama was very sad, but not really angry as she new his style. Yet she warned him repeatedly about the new one, how she was a dangerous player, but he didn't listen. Several months later John turned up murdered in his apartment in PP, clearly tortured, his dick in his mouth, shot with his own gun. Front page of Raksmei Kampuchea as a suicide. I don't know what happened to the body.

A year or two later, drinking late one night at Angkor Arms, the place closed at midnight (as it did back then) and there was no other place in town open except maybe the brothels. So I went up to Victoria, which was dead quiet. No customers. Just the little mama (John's ex) sitting out front and a couple of girls sleeping in their chairs. I stopped and ordered a beer and sat drinking with the little mama till the early hours. The conversation eventually turned to John, his strange barang ways, his insistence on eating barang food like hamburgers with ketchup and relish which she found odd and a bit disgusting, how she warned him about "that girl," and how she loved and missed him. She then mentioned that she was "taking care of him." I asked what that meant and she tried to describe it, but on my failing understand she said "follow me." We went back to her room in the brothel, and there in the corner was a little shrine to John, a photo of him and incense, a couple of packs of cigarettes and an old bic lighter he had left, and a small pile of little condiment packages from some fast fast place that he had probably brought himself from Thailand or Aus or somewhere - ketchup, relish, mustard, etc. She picked up one of the relish packages, talked of how he loved this one and began to cry. It was SEA weird and sweet and sad and brought a tear to my eye.

Great story LTO, thanks for sharing.