Out with the boys(?!?)
My good friend Peter has accepted a new job up in Battambang (6 hours NW of PP) for the next 6 to 12 months. He is leaving very early on Saturday morning so a few of us decided to meet up last night for a drink, or three, and to start saying goodbye. A couple of hours into it Lee – a mutual friend of ours – had to leave as he was feeling somewhat tired and had an early start in the morning. So off he went and we all carried on – dining on Jamaician style spicy beef patties with a minty yoghurt dip and supping on the beer of Lao.
A couple of hours later Lee burst back into the Peace Café all a fluster and very agitated.
“two fucking lady-boys just tried to mug me” he cried across the bar.
“gin, give me gin now!”
“two fucking lady-boys just tried to mug me” he reiterated at the same volume.
Well, after several gins and Lee catching his breath the story unfolded.
Having left the Peace café he decided to stop on the way home to pick up a pizza; while doing so another friend of ours phoned him to say that he had just arried in Phnom Penh (He works in the provinces normally) and was in the Shanghai Bar.
So Lee popped into the Shanghai for a quick one, explained that he was on his way home and started strolling down St. 172 towards St. 63 where he thought he could catch a moto home.
Halfway down that street, a motodop pulled up along side him with two women on the back, the driver starts saying ‘Mister, Mister, you want lady? You want lady? Two Lady 5 dollar!’
Lee says no and just carries on walking, not really looking at them. When one of the ‘women’ hops off the bike and grabs his arm “Oy” comes the deep bass voice of the ‘woman’
Lee half turns and tries to pull his arm free, as he does so he sees the square chin, the 5O’Clock shadow and the burly forearms that are holding him.
He gets as far as saying “What the f….” when this hairy-backed Mary slaps him across his face.
Reeling from the blow, Lee feels the other gender-bender rummaging for his wallet (he hopes) in his jeans pocket. Gathering some presence of mind Lee manages to slap the pocket fiddler across the face and break free.
Rushing for St. 63 he sees another moto-driver sat on the corner watching this with bemusement and wonder – I guess from a distance it would have looked like two women attacked him and he ran off !
Jumping on the back of this moto Lee screams for him to just drive, drive, drive.
After clearing the scene, Lee decides that he is in need of a drink, and so, heads back down to the Peace Café to join us, again.
It is a strange world out here.
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