I was once almost mugged by three guys in an alleyway. I don’t know why they targeted me. I clearly didn’t have any money. Maybe I looked like a hippie lay-about, an easy target. Probably I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The place and time was Bangkok 1989 and I was in one street off the notorious Patpong Road, the road with dancing girls, vice and petty crimes against good morals and what happened was a guy came up behind those three guys and said something like, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
He told me this. I believed him. Sometimes you can just feel the dark powers enveloping around you.
We had a beer together afterward as he waited for his wife to finish dancing. And he told me an interesting story about being a Vietnam Vet and deciding to live in Thailand sometimes afterward. I don’t know if that part was true or not. It was a good story.
I enjoyed many years of not being responsible for anything but my own well-being. Admittedly, I hit a few new lows in Thailand and Malaysia, where in KL I was targeted for a crime so comical I don’t know how anyone could ever fall for it. That was a scheme to cheat at cards against someone who owed the schemers money. It was both elaborate and ridiculous in concept and I quickly excused myself, went back to the hotel and made plans to leave town. I was hanging around too much, I reasoned, and trouble was finding me. Idle hands doing the devil’s work.
It snowed overnight. You never have to think about the weather in Asia. I hate having to consider the weather. I enjoy the simple life with sunshine and fresh fruit.