[Author's note: that's hard to follow what it means is the guests are requested to entertain females in the room but they couldn't find a local sign that said that so they ordered American signs and crossed out the word “not”. It means that is the only place you are supposed to entertain females, not anywhere else in the hotel. Another favorite, “daily night special.”]
It's easier to get around now, when you realize the downtown is not that big. They never stop trying overcharging. The darker you've tanned the less they persist. That Indian Embassy. They want to see ID before they’ll return your passport, a no-brainer. It is really a headache compared to Phuket, I consider Bangkok just a stopover now.
I had a five hour wait at the airport. I re-met that group of Australians from Loy Kratong. And at last I saw a white female who look half decent. They are hen’s teeth around here. This was a dynamite body, reminds me of Kim Berlin. There was a difference. This broad really had to [work it], where Kim looked fantastic anywhere, in anything, even in my clothes. I got into a magazine and came out hearing myself paged for the flight.
[Author's note: I recall well the situation. When you travel extensively overseas you begin to miss white women because they're so rare. This quickly wears off upon your return. Formula, Western women, as they age, become harder to get along with. They call this "experience" but real experience would teach them the opposite, right?]
I arrived in Delhi at 2 a.m. It was not the time to shop around and I got soaked 165 rupees ($15) for a so-so hotel room. I got a tour ticket for Agra first thing in the morning.
Years later (2025) I discover this memo written into my travel diary, indicating it is by "Mamasan", the lady who ran the bar I frequented in Phuket. I can't read it, so for all I know, she's raising hell.
