Georges Simenon, "The Man Who Watched the Trains Go By".
‘Where. Have. You. BEEN’? Yep, I’m in trouble, I thought. The gritted teeth and fire in the eyes gave it away. This was face-tremor anger, and even through the delightful cloud of irresponsibility that Thailand’s national beer, Chang, induces I could tell that I’d done A Bad Thing. For those of you not acquainted with Chang it’s the most popular, and cheapest, lager in Thailand. It’s also like Stella on steroids. The quoted ABV is 6.4% but I’ve been reliably informed that it varies in strength from 6-8%. Its logo graces the ubiquitous singlets worn by virtually every male traveller in Thailand, a uniform that displays bulging biceps and island tans. You must understand – I’m not jealous of these bicep-ed young men wearing their identikit uniforms, looking fit and healthy and cool, part of the vest gang, singing Bob Marley songs around a beach fire. No, I’m not jealous, I just want to beat them to death with the guitar and use the singlet to rub away the fingerprints.
|Before: Happy and together. After: Shunned and alone (with a changover)|