It’s 1.20 pm and I am bang on time to meet Ninewives at the bus for Jomtien. Just as I am nearing Pattaya Tai coming from Buakhao, I realise I have left my phone back in the room, shit. Why is it when we have to retrace our steps to retrieve something it seems to take longer. I get the phone and call him to say I am now running late, and to go on ahead and I’ll meet him at the beach restaurant Soomboom, yes folks there is life outside Chow soy.
When I get there, Kip is with him, along with Farangbah. The restaurant in a nice little spot, facing Dongtan (gay mostly) beach in Jomtien. FB has is just finishing, so he strolls over to the loungers and we follow soon after. I try calling Patrick to tell him where we are but his number is not working.
Redrock has been mulling with the idea of extending his visa for another week, there are so many FMs in town now and the numbers are swelling by the day that he does not want to miss out on the upcoming fun. He calls me to say that he has finally decided to go for it and extend for another week, but that his visa has already expired by one day. I doubt that he can extend an expired one, but hey no harm in asking. If they say no he can pay the overstay in the Immigration on Soi 5 Jomtien and use his current flight later this evening to go home. An hour or so later he calls with the news, “Got it” let the party begin.
Farangbah and Redrock have been telling me about a particular “mincer” (wanna be femboy if you are into that sick shit ) who hangs out on the beach in red speedos, and that I should check him out if I get the chance. Well as I sip my warming water, in the distance I spot a pair of red briefs in the distance. This has got to be him I thought, and sure enough they had described him down to a tee. I zoom him from about 40 metres but as he nears he passes us without as much as an acknowledging glance in our direction, feisty eh!!
As the afternoon is fading we decide to leave. NWs plans to jog back to Patts, and Kip takes his bag on the bus with FB. I still cannot get through to Patrick, but suddenly it dawns on me, check the number he gave me against a missed call I got from someone the previous day, whose name at the time did not appear on the screen and I hadn’t thought much about. Sure enough the numbers are the same except for one digit, I try the new number and get straight through to him. Ten minutes later we are chilling in Sally’s together.