Today is Visakha Bucha Day
Visakha Bucha Day is one of the most important days in Buddhism because of three important incidents in the life of The Buddha, i.e. the birth, the enlightenment and the passing away, miraculously fall on the same month and date, the Vesak full moon day. .So each year, Buddhists throughout the world gather together to perform the worship to recollect the wisdom, purity and compassion of the Buddha.
I celebrated this holy day, and my own Buddha-nature, by nearly getting into a fist fight with a drunken Norwegian sex tourist at my hotel. “He was like a Viking”, said the manager of this hotel, but that’s only because he’s a pussy. Even Vikings will be injured falling down the stairs, and that’s what would have happened to this guy if it had come to it — when one is not strong, one has to be vicious.
Buffalo woke me up at 2 am arriving home drunk with not one but two Thai hookers. After being warned by the manager, he woke me up again at 2:30, 3, and pretty much another ten times, screaming at the hookers, the hookers screaming at him, loud banging. Manager threated to kick him out, but wimped out in the end, Thai-style.
When this guy woke me up AGAIN, at 6am, and the manager urged me not to make a big deal out of it because the guy would check out in the morning, after not sleeping all night, I was like “OH YOU BETTER BET I’M GOING TO MAKE A BIG DEAL OUT OF THIS, you fucking innefective wanker!” so I run upstairs and pound on this guy’s door, completely furious. The whole thing gets ugly pretty fast (note this guy is TWO ROOMS DOWN FROM ME, that’s how loud he was), and then his sex tourist friend comes over and stand 2 cms from my face, and tells me to take off my glasses because he’s going to hit me. “Oh, I don’t fucking this so, you fucking loser!” I yell and by then everyone is out, even the hookers.
So even when this fucking sex tourist THREATENED ME, the manager DIDN’T EVEN CALL THE POLICE, even though I told him to. What a fucking pussy. Because he said they wouldn’t do anything — the hell they wouldn’t — if a Thai calls the police on a farang, who is the police going to believe? If there was ever a time to take advantage of police brutality and corruption in Thailand, here it is.
Finally, one of the losers tells me he’s going to check out now. Perfect! I say, don’t let the door hit you on the way out. One of the hookers even came out and apologized to me, clearly umcomfortable about the situation, and looking like she wanted the floor to swallow her up — when a fucking prostitute behaves better than you do — it’s not a sign your life is going well.
“Go back to Pattaya where you belong”, I yelled as he left. “Yeah, where you work”, he said, which puzzled me long enough to miss my chance to say “um, WHERE YOU LIVE, loser” — where else does slime like that ooze out of the mud if not Pattaya?
All of this would have never happened if the manager would have done his job and just called the cops and kicked them out. After 15 minutes of this crap in Canada, that sex tourist would be spending the night in the drunk tank.
Somehow I’ve had 5 million times more problems in this small rural town than I’ve ever had in corrupted, polluted, overcrowded Bangkok. Why is this country a garbage can for every piece of Western trash in existence?
If you don’t take out the trash, then your house is filled with crap!